Chapter 35 Port Building
"I have always believed that the power born from despair is never unrivaled." Isabel said, "It still needs... a little decoration, otherwise, despair will only lead to despair."
Nanako Kojima has been paying attention to the time. She knows what she should do. Her conversation with Kyoka Izumi is both what the lady once taught her and her own voice. That child is not dead yet, but her heart is already broken.
In front of us is the building of the Port Mafia. This building is a landmark in Yokohama. The surrounding area is under martial law during the day, and people will tacitly bypass it.
The automatic sensor door opened and Nanako Kojima walked in with a knife in hand. There was no one inside, not a single person. I didn't know if the people up there had noticed something and all those who couldn't stop them had retreated.
When she reached one of the floors, a "ding" sound came from the direction of the elevator. She looked over there and saw a small figure running towards her.
This was a young child, somewhat shorter than Izumi Kyoka. He wore a yellow scarf, his hair was half black and half white, and there were patterns of stars and circles in his eyes. He was holding a dirty and weird rag doll in his hand, and as soon as he saw Kojima Nanako, he ran over here anxiously. "Save me!" he cried, "Save me, sister! There are some bad guys chasing me up there!"
He stretched out his hands, as if trying to grasp the salvation he had finally found.
Nanako Kojima calmly took out a special pistol from her body, raised it calmly, and pulled the trigger.
There was a slight sound, and the smile on the boy's face froze. He covered his neck with one hand and murmured, "How could it be?"
He tried to grab his puppet with his other hand, but it had already fallen to the ground. He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but his eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds. "This is..." What kind of bullet is this? It has such a strong paralyzing effect, as if it has been tested on a person's neck hundreds or thousands of times, leaving him no chance to react at all.
Nanako Kojima stood there, and she said quietly: "The lady said, 'Don't let people with unknown information get close to your body.'"
So it was right to let him fall a few meters away.
She stopped in front of him and picked up the dirty doll. Then, continue going up.
Nothing else happened afterwards. Perhaps the people at the top of the building also knew that those were useless. Until she came to a sealed room. The door was an alloy security door made at a high price. She raised her eyes and cut deeply into the door with a knife.
There was a faint sound of laughter coming from inside. "Poor thing, Lintaro, your home has been robbed." The little girl in the skirt was not worried at all. She turned around on the spot and laughed at the person sitting in the middle.
The man was wearing a doctor's white coat. He rubbed his hair with a decadent look on his face. Regardless of his already precarious hairline, he shouted frantically, "What's going on? Where's Ryunosuke? Where's Momiji? Where's Chuuya? Can't even Q stop it?"
"You sent Zhong out on a business trip yourself. There's nothing you can do about it. You're the one who worries about him the most, but you also trust him the most. As for the others, hehe," the little girl said without any anxiety, "They were probably knocked down by someone."
"No, this is impossible!" The man didn't look like the leader of a dark organization at all. He looked at his empty hands in despair. "It was just one night. Alice, you haven't even finished your cream puffs in one night. Why am I going to become a prisoner? Is the reputation of the Port Mafia all these years false? Ah, my stomach hurts." He suddenly shouted.
"What are you going to do?" Alice asked suspiciously.
The man rushed over, put his hands on Alice's shoulders, and said madly, "Why don't I go to the toilet in the back first? You sit in the leader's chair. When the person comes in, tell her that you are the boss of the Port Mafia, Mori Ogai..."
Alice was stunned. The man said awkwardly: "No one stipulated that Mori Ougai can't be a young blonde girl."
"Pervert!" The little girl suddenly shouted. She jumped high, stepped on the man's head, and then stomped her feet wildly. As she stomped her feet, she cursed loudly: "Shameless! Liar! Trash! If you stay in this world, you will only eat expensive desserts. The air in the leader's room has become rotten because of you. You don't like ventilation because you are afraid that people will smell the stinky mandarin fish on you, right? The fact that you can lead the port mafia is the retribution of the mafia! You are a waste that should be thrown into the recycling bin..."
"Ah~" The man couldn't resist. He fell to the ground with tears on his face, unable to get up again.
When Kojima Nanako broke into the secret room, she saw this indescribable scene. When the man saw her coming, his eyes lit up and he quickly said, "She is Mori..."
The girl stepped on his mouth and shut him up. She said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. He is that loser Mori Ogai who likes to slack off at work and play with little girls. Sister, are you here to deal with him? That's great. I can finally get out!"
"No!" Mori Ogai cried bitterly: "Don't leave me, Alice!"
It took Kojima Nanako a while to accept it. She felt it was understandable. Some people's hobbies were just unusual. She respected that. And it didn't affect her ability to capture them. She had come all this way just for this moment.
Isabel stood up from her seat. The chess game in front of her was only halfway through. In front of her was a thin, weak man with a pale face and no expression. His eyes were frighteningly indifferent. He pinched his chin, looked at the chessboard, and said calmly, "Leaving the game unfinished is very immoral."
Isabel smiled. She picked up the umbrella next to her, leaned on it and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't want to do this. But..."
She said: "My subordinates have achieved phased results for me, and I need to move my position."
"To annihilate the enemy's manpower, it is not important to seize positions and cities. To seize the enemy's center, that can only be done after defeating his scattered forces many times. And once his defense is weak, we must resolutely take it." She pulled her long hair by her ears, and her golden hair sparkled under the lights of the cafe. She whispered, "I am going to take it now."
The man smiled, his fingers crossed and resting against his chin, his purple eyes flashing with inquiry, he said: "Even I never thought that I could move into the building of the Port Mafia in one night. When you said that, I would think that defeating a mafia force is as easy as biting off a marshmallow. You seem to have made a lot of preparations, and you have your own other intelligence channels, right?"
After Isabel heard this, she leaned forward and looked into the man's eyes. Such a close gaze caught him off guard, but Isabel was very serious. Her blue eyes did not dodge at all. She said, "Fyodor, you are right. I do have another intelligence channel. But what does this have to do with you?"
The anime she watched before her time travel gave her a basic understanding of the characters in this drama, and this is something that many intelligence vendors cannot provide. The more detailed the information, the more she would have to spend, and what she wanted could not be bought with money. If she didn't want detailed information on each of these forces, she wouldn't have cooperated with intelligence agencies like the Dead Rat House. Although they were extremely dangerous, at least they did carry out the most detailed mission.
With these, it will not be difficult to take down the port mafia.
She stood up again and made a move to leave. "When doing business, it's not customary to expose your underwear to others. Besides," she paused and spoke in a slightly colder voice, "I asked you to hide our presence in Yokohama as much as possible, and what did you say? You said, 'At least three days'. But now, only one night has passed."
"I'm leaving now," she said, "to avoid the next uninvited guest."
Fyodor was not angered at all. Instead, he said politely, "It was indeed my mistake. I didn't expect you to do such a big thing here. But it is also true that I didn't do it. Next time you come to cooperate with me, I can give you a 50% discount. However, Dazai is really a person who is difficult to fool. I think you have heard of his reputation. I hope you can take him into consideration in your next actions. This will reduce a lot of burden on your plan."
Isabel had no intention of falling out with him, and she accepted his advances with a lighthearted response, "I'll consider your suggestion."
Then she left. The music in the cafe was melodious, and her footsteps as she left were slow and rhythmic. When she walked out the door, a man in a camel-colored trench coat walked in from outside with one hand in his arms. He turned his head slightly and saw golden hair floating past him, and he stopped.
"Bang." The sound of a chess piece hitting the chessboard was heard inside the room. He looked thoughtful, but did not get up to chase. After a while, he sat where Isabel had sat before, with a look of disgust on his face: "I knew you, a dead rat, were involved."
Fyodor laughed. He touched his furry white hat and smiled, "What are you talking about? I just came here to have a cup of coffee. Does Yokohama no longer allow tourists to enter the city?"
Seeing this, Dazai Osamu fanned his right hand in front of his nose and said, "It smells of hypocrisy. I haven't told you about the bounty for the new member of our company. Now don't tell me about the port mafia. You know nothing about it."
"Dazai Osamu," Fyodor put away his previous expression, lowered his face, and said sinisterly, "This incident has nothing to do with us. You should think carefully about whether your city has offended someone. Or maybe it's just bad luck recently."
After saying this, he laughed to himself, as if he had foreseen something that would make him happy. He did not stay any longer. Coming here was not part of his plan. He had finished communicating with others. He stood up and said softly, "Goodbye, Dazai Osamu."
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