Chapter 149: Oh, don’t let the players’ resentful eyes stare at you…
Stared at by the players' resentful eyes, Dazai Osamu said: "..."
"Well, that's how it is," Dazai said stubbornly, decisively changing the subject. "According to intelligence, if APTX4869 becomes unstable, its users will die instantly. And the probability of instability is as high as 99%. Aside from those two lucky victims, we haven't found a third case yet."
"...There are only two people who survived. Isn't that poison?" Nakahara Chuuya complained.
"Anyway, those Black Organization members used that stuff as poison, right?" Dazai Osamu spread his hands, his expression innocent. "If my guess is correct, they don't seem to be aware of the existence of those two victims."
The player confirmed Dazai's guess, "Right, they're our hidden weapon against the Black Organization."
After all, one has a special physique and the other has special abilities, and both are in a state of suspended animation. Who knows, there might be a big surprise at that time!
"A hidden card...?" Ozaki Kouye observed the expressions of the people at the table and said thoughtfully.
"So, should we accept the invitation from the Black Organization, or...?" Mori Ogai asked.
"Let's go. These guys have come to our door, why shouldn't we go? Of course we should go. But..." The player's hand slid across the address provided by the Black Organization, and the clearly visible handwriting instantly turned black due to the flames.
The black-haired girl leader slowly raised her head, her golden eyes faintly flickering with flames of the same color. "The negotiation address must be determined by us, the Port Mafia—"
[Congratulations to the player for triggering the special mission: The temptation from the Black Organization
Mission content: The Black Organization, which has close ties with the previous leader, has been secretly watching the Port Mafia after learning that the leader has changed, wanting to know the position of the Port Mafia.
After all of the Black Organization's bases in Yokohama were almost indiscriminately suppressed, the Black Organization, unable to sit still, took advantage of the time when the Port Mafia was holding a celebration to send trusted subordinates into Yokohama, hoping to use this negotiation to once again test the Port Mafia's position.
Mission requirements: Players must be firm in their hearts and make choices that suit their own wishes.
Mission Rewards: Experience points, Gold points, Mall Coins +100, Reputation +200, Number of Lucky Draws x 3...]
Players choose what they want...
A mere black organization actually dares to attack members of the player's faction. Then they must be prepared to have their faction shattered by the players!
"I remember there's a warehouse not far from the Port Mafia?" The player tapped the Port Mafia map and asked the intelligent NPC, "What do you think if I suggest we set that place as the negotiation location for our talks with the Black Organization?"
"It's backed by the sea and has only one door that can be opened from the outside. It's indeed a nice place..." Rimbaud nodded in agreement.
If they wanted to keep the Black Organization members in Yokohama forever, that warehouse would indeed be an ideal ambush location.
"No... I don't know exactly what you're thinking right now, but my thoughts are definitely not what you think, Rimbaud..." The player looked at the young man with long black hair and dangerous eyes, and complained expressionlessly, "I simply thought the warehouse was too big."
I don't want to put you in a sack, okay?
"Of course, the leader's thoughts are my thoughts." Rambo nodded reservedly.
Did this NPC really fully understand what the player meant? The player tilted his head in confusion.
"That warehouse is large, and the piled items are light, so they can be easily cleared out. It's a good place to discuss with the Black Organization." Mori Ogai also thought it was good.
Expressed agreement.
The purpose of the Black Organization is still unclear, and it is not a good idea to rashly invite them to the headquarters, but the nearby warehouse is different.
"In that case, let Odasaku and I deliver the invitations to them, shall we?" Dazai Osamu volunteered, a sly smile on his face. "I promise we'll give them a surprise."
"...Me?" Oda Sakunosuke, who had been extremely quiet until now, opened his mouth in confusion when he heard his friend's call.
After all, he always felt that these negotiations and other things had nothing to do with him.
"That's right, chief, I want to borrow Oda for a job--" Dazai Osamu shook the documents in his hand, and after being hit by the frowning Nakahara Chuuya, he turned into a mist and appeared behind the red-haired young man.
"Really?" The curly-haired boy's actions reminded the player of his Death Flame attribute, and the player gave Dazai Osamu a knowing smile. "In that case, I'll leave it to you, Dazai, and Odasaku!"
"Yes, Chief—"
"Yes, Chief."
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A bustling bar in Yokohama.
The blond, dark-skinned man, wearing a long trench coat that covered most of his face, glanced at the bar that seemed no different from usual, then walked in with his head down, ignoring the noisy crowd.
"Good evening, sir. How can I help you?" The neatly dressed bartender said with a perfect smile, holding a tray with a gold rim in his hand.
"Of course, young sir." The blond man in the windbreaker handed over a card and said, "I need a glass of gin. Do you have any here?"
"...If it's just gin, we have it here." The bartender raised his head, looked at the man with short golden hair, and smiled meaningfully.
"Then I'd like another glass of absinthe, is that okay?" the blond man suddenly asked.
"Of course, distinguished guest," the bartender replied without stopping or turning back. "Please follow me, sir."
Following the brown-haired bartender's footsteps, the blond man came to the back of the bar and stopped at the door of a room that was obviously a dark room.
“Thank you for bringing me to such a secluded place.” The blond man took off the hat that concealed his conspicuous hair color and said to the male bartender who turned his back to him and seemed to want to leave, “Vermouth—”
"Ah, I was just trying to tease you, but I didn't expect to be discovered." The brown-haired bartender turned around, his originally modest face showing a hint of charm as his expression changed. "You are still so sharp, Bourbon--"
“Although your disguise skills are amazing, but…” The man codenamed Bourbon smiled confidently, “You still don’t know much about bartenders, Vermouth.”
"They wouldn't wear such expensive perfume."
“…Huh. Seriously, I did my best to handle it perfectly in such a short time.” Vermouth tore off her disguise, revealing her gorgeous face and brilliant, fiery blond hair. “But I still can’t hide it from you, Bourbon, who’s good at gathering intelligence.”
"How could that be? I'm no match for you, the famous Thousand-Faced Witch."
“Hehehe…”
“Hehehe…”
Bourbon and Vermouth looked at each other and sneered.
Just then, the sound of the door opening diverted their attention.
"Okay, come in quickly when you come here. Big brother has been waiting for you for a long time." A burly man in a black three-piece suit and even a black hat opened the door and whispered to the two people who were arguing with each other at the door.
"Ah, Vodka." Vermouth smiled brightly, "Didn't Gin say we'd meet at 8 o'clock sharp? It's not time yet."
"Don't try to pressure me with gin."
This is Gin’s number one little brother - Vodka.
It looks very cold. Is it okay for Vermouth to speak like this?
"Big Brother confirmed the time was indeed 8 o'clock." However, the burly man named Vodka was not as angry as Bourbon had imagined. Instead, he hesitated for a long time before speaking hesitantly, "...But now the situation has changed. You come in first, and I will explain it to you."
After saying that, Vodka opened the door.
Bourbon and Vermouth looked at each other and both stepped in.
As soon as they entered, they were stunned by the scene in the room.
"When did Gin become so carefree?" Vermouth looked at the scene in the room. "And this temporary place is filled with dolls of all sizes?"
But why are they all crows? Is it to warn them not to forget their identities?
That extremely cold-blooded man shouldn't be so childish, right?
"Is this what you call a change of circumstances? If it's just a doll, it doesn't seem worth worrying about." Bourbon looked at the crow in front of him, a hint of disgust flashed across his eyes silently, but it quickly settled in his eyes.
"No...it's not just that." When this was mentioned, Vodka's originally expressionless face suddenly became painful, completely different from the capable and cold impression he had given Bourbon before.
But Vodka was still cautious and led the way in silence, until he brought the two of them to Gin after many twists and turns.
"Brother, Bourbon and Vermouth are here." Vodka looked at the man sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth and said respectfully.
Bourbon walked behind Vermouth, observing the room calmly.
In addition to Gin and Vodka, there are several other members of the organization here. They are either leaning or sitting on the other half of the sofa, with their eyes closed, as if they are really resting.
They are all members of Gin's team, but he and Vermouth are the last to arrive? Bourbon thought to himself.
"You're so slow." Gin took the cigarette butt and crushed it on the table. In this relatively closed room, he didn't wear the wide hat that he always wore for a long time. His cold green eyes were like an attacking poisonous snake, staring fiercely at the two people who stepped into the room.
"Don't be so serious, Gin. We arrived here at least fifteen minutes early." Vermouth was not like the new members of the organization who were frightened by Gin's scary appearance.
Her tone was gentle, like a beautiful snake piercing the heart, "Rather than this, shouldn't you explain the dolls in this room? Hmm?"
"Hmph." Gin's silver hair fell down as his movements changed, adding a rare tenderness to the man with an extremely sharp aura. He coldly ordered the man beside him, "Vodka."
"Yes, big brother!" Vodka cleared his throat and said seriously, "Let me explain everything to you from now on."
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