Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Doing the Mission
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When Mo Shiyu got off the plane, he saw the brat who had splashed red wine on him on the plane standing not far in front of him, at the entrance to the airport.
He sat on the suitcase with his long legs on both sides, looking a little bored and looking around.
Golden curly hair, cute freckles, like a little angel.
There are several people of the same age around him, all wearing trendy brands, probably a group of rich second-generations.
They were blocking the exit and everyone passing by had to pass by them.
Perhaps because they saw that these people had unusual backgrounds and were not easy to mess with, the passengers didn't say anything, but turned sideways and walked through the space they made.
If he walked forward, he would inevitably run into him. Mo Shiyu had no intention of avoiding him and walked straight towards him.
The young man turned around inadvertently and saw him, and the corners of his lips suddenly raised.
"Here I come."
The other people who were laughing heard his voice, stopped and looked over here.
When they looked over, Mo Shiyu just walked out from the darkness, with the light from the light strip illuminating the outline of his face.
The light and shadow outlined his gloomy and beautiful eyebrows. His long smoky gray hair was still a little wet and stuck to his body ambiguously, making the pair of eyes of the same color looking at him a little hazy.
Long shadows fell on the bulkhead.
This scene is a bit like a silhouette in a movie.
The teenagers who were fighting just now fell silent one by one.
Mo Shiyu was about to walk past them when an arm blocked his way.
He paused and looked at the freckled boy who extended his hand, "Excuse me."
The boy looked at him with interest, the look of someone seeing a new, favorite toy.
"Okay." He said slowly, and after a while, he laughed and called out, "Brother."
Although they said so, they had no intention of giving in.
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyebrows and smiled.
He has always been very patient, so patient that a colleague in the organization once described him as "as peaceful as a piglet waiting to be cooked."
But this does not mean that he can tolerate repeated provocations.
Mo Shiyu didn't waste any more words, but grabbed the other person's arm, used his elbow as a fulcrum, pushed against the other person's back, and pressed the person heavily against the bulkhead on the side of him.
The remaining teenagers were all shocked, as if they had not expected Mo Shiyu to dare to treat them like this, or they were shocked that Mo Shiyu could subdue them so easily.
For a moment, they all hesitated and did not move.
Mo Shiyu didn't use much force. This kind of grappling move could easily dislocate the person's joint, and he didn't want to cause trouble.
But it was enough for the young man to suffer.
The young man didn't expect that he would dare to attack him, and he was pressed against the wall without noticing. If he moved a little, he would frown in pain.
This is a common posture used by police to capture criminals. The teenager who was pressed against the wall felt like a prisoner at the mercy of others.
Very, no dignity.
In this position, Mo Shiyu approached his ear from behind, his voice hoarse and a half-smile on his face.
"If you don't know what's best for you, I'll break your arm, huh?"
"..." The young man struggled to speak, but was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.
After Mo Shiyu finished speaking, he let go of her hand and stood up to leave. He walked past a few teenagers, the hem of his black windbreaker fluttering, and his figure disappeared at the exit.
After a long while, one of the other teenagers smacked his lips and said, "So spicy."
Another boy craned his neck to look in Mo Shiyu's direction. "He smells like red wine, and his hair is wet. Who poured it on him? Well done."
"She's so pretty, but her fighting power is a bit high."
The blond curly-haired boy rubbed his arm, which was numb and painful in the joints, and turned around with an expressionless face as pure and delicate as an angel.
But the next second, he smiled again and said, "Shut up."
One person turned around to look at him, feeling a bit gloating but not daring to show it, so his expression was a bit strange, "Lishu, he treats you too well, do you still like him?"
The boy named Li Shu looked at him, his somewhat round eyes curved and he grinned.
"I like it, even more."
I wonder what it would be like if a chain was put around the swan-like neck of such a thorny beauty, forcing him to collapse and cry.
Just thinking about it makes me excited.
"Find out who he is and don't let him get away."
One person raised an eyebrow, "After we find out, what about the old rules?"
"Um."
"A handsome brother who is so good at fighting probably needs some medicine to behave well."
"Then go get some."
The boy smiled more and more like an angel.
——
After Mo Shiyu got off the plane, he became too lazy to move again.
He called a taxi, found a random hotel to stay in, took a shower, and lay in bed until late at night before struggling to sit up.
Before I knew it, I was late again.
No, Rum is a vengeful, stingy and shady guy. If he is found to be lazy, he will definitely be punished.
After such a comparison, gin is indeed better.
At least Mr. Qin won't bother him because of this, but that might not be the case with Rum.
I don't know how this old Biden got the second-in-command position.
Mo Shiyu rubbed his eyes, took out his cell phone, lay back on the bed, and flipped through a few pages of the interrogation report sent by Vodka.
"Port Mafia..." he muttered, frowning.
There are local tyrants entrenched in Yokohama. The outside world knows very little about them, but it is said that the senior officials there have strange powers.
The doctor cooperated with the port mafia and leaked some of the organization's information about human experiments, but fortunately it was discovered in time and there was still a chance to remedy the situation.
None of these are problems.
The problem is, Mo Shiyu always felt like he had heard the name Port Mafia somewhere.
He looked through the names of several known cadres.
"Nakahara Chuuya, Hirotsu Yanami, Akutagawa Ryunosuke..."
Mo Shiyu muttered in confusion, "Why are all the names of Japanese literary masters? Are all the great writers in this world joining the mafia? Abandoning literature for martial arts? That's a bit fashionable..."
"...No, wait, I remember!"
Mo Shiyu suddenly hugged his head, covered his face and screamed, "Fuck!!!"
Mo Shiyu had never seen "Wenh Yeq", so he reacted a little slowly, but this anime was very popular in his world. Almost all of his classmates in high school were following it, and even if they hadn't seen it, he had heard of it a few times.
From what he knew, that anime was very dangerous! There was always a chance of an airship crashing into Japan!
Wait, so it seems like there’s one in Conan too.
Well……
No, no, no, Mo Shiyu shook his head. The most important thing was that the anime had a superpower setting. If he, a weak, helpless and pitiful ordinary person, rashly stepped into the territory of the port mafia, he would be crushed to death like a small ant!
Mo Shiyu summoned his golden finger and asked it, "For the original characters' favorability, is it only Conan, or do the characters from Wenhyeq count as well?"
【It all counts. 】
"Any other anime?"
[Yes, this is the world of Mafia Hodgepodge, featuring Conan. Besides the manga, there's also an anime called Family Teach's Reborn.]
Mo Shiyu vaguely remembered that this seemed to be a boys' comic, and it seemed to be a power system that used fire or something.
I've heard of it, but haven't seen it.
Mo Shiyu gritted his teeth in anger.
Aside from the cheesy Conan anime, he hasn't even watched any of the other shows. Does it matter if he's a time traveler or not?!
If he had known he would travel through time, he would have watched all the Mafia anime and memorized it frame by frame!
The current situation is that if you don't go to Yokohama, you will be killed by Rum, and if you go to Yokohama, you will be killed by the psychic.
Those who are stuck in the middle and unable to move are the wronged workers.
Mo Shiyu sighed deeply, and reluctantly got out of bed. He took off his bathrobe, put on a black shirt, a windbreaker, and long combat boots.
After blow-drying his hair in front of the mirror, someone went out to work with a look of hopelessness on his face.
Who the hell is going to blow up the organization?
——
Yokohama is a bustling and unique city.
Its prosperity lies in its unique geographical location and the seaside port has brought it huge wealth. Its uniqueness lies in the dark side hidden beneath its prosperity.
Late at night, it started to rain lightly.
In an abandoned warehouse at the dock, two men in dark raincoats were sneaking around in the dark. They looked around and seemed a little nervous. One of them was holding something tightly in his arms.
The two men were named Inoue and Sato. They were informants kept by the doctor outside the organization. Because the organization deliberately blocked the news, they did not receive the news that his employer had died.
They are even unaware that their identity information and transaction locations have been fully disclosed by their employers.
Inoue held the organization's information in his hands as if he were holding a huge fortune, with an expression of excitement and nervousness on his face.
"The Port Mafia is actually willing to buy our information."
The other man touched his sweaty forehead and said, "This is not surprising. The organization's research achievements in biomedicine are world-class. Even if it is just incomplete materials, it is worth a lot of money."
Walked a little further.
"Come to think of it, have you ever seen the real person?" Perhaps to lighten the mood, Inoue nudged the other man's arm, the smile on his face turning mischievous. "Is that the doctor's little darling who ran away?"
"You mean Valentine?"
Inoue winked and chuckled, "Who else could it be?"
The two exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.
"I saw it once, and he just walked right past me. Phew, I'm telling you, that video doesn't even come close to the real thing."
"That smoky hair, draped over her back and swaying back and forth, is naturally seductive. No one else has hair that color, like a goblin."
"Don't even mention the Doctor, who can forget it?"
"You know what? One of the conditions the doctor gave to the Port Mafia was to kidnap Valentine... and cripple both of his legs."
"Doesn't that mean I can't go anywhere except being a canary in bed?"
Inoue laughed.
"How pitiful."
At this moment, a cell phone rang suddenly, like a thunderclap, scaring the two people who were chatting.
They looked at each other, Inoue took out his cell phone, swallowed, and answered it carefully. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he heard the other party's voice, and his voice became louder.
"It's you."
He paused for a moment, then replied unhappily, "What's the rush? It'll be there soon, just as agreed. I'll only give you the first half this time. The second half will be delivered once you've secured the person, okay?"
“…”
There was a response from the other end, and Inoue hung up the phone, scoffing, "Follower."
Before he could finish his words, a light laugh suddenly sounded from the darkness just behind his ear.
"You're not bad either."
The man's pupils shrank like needle points in the next second.
Is there someone behind me?!
His heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat, but before he could turn around, he felt a pain in the back of his neck.
This scene happened so quickly that the other man didn't even blink before his companion collapsed.
The man who watched his companion being knocked down instinctively wanted to scream in fear, but the next second, the shadow approached like a ghost, and the man's scream was suppressed by a cold hand pressing on his cheek, and was choked back into his throat.
He was pressed hard against the wall, and there was a soft voice in his ear, "Shh..."
A dagger flashing with cold light was pressed against his throat. The man's eyes widened silently and terrifiedly, watching the person they had just discussed right in front of him. His whole body was shaking like a sieve, and his throat was extremely dry.
"watt……"
The smoky gray hair became thicker under the night sky, swaying gently and tenderly in front of him, which was really addictive.
In his vision blurred by fear, he saw the man's vague red lips, casually curled up.
A low, hoarse voice sounded in his ears.
"Do you like me seducing you like this?"
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