Chapter 150 Black Clothes Special “So…” Bo…
"So..." Bourbon hesitated, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "The reason there are so many dolls in this room is because of this invitation that suddenly appeared in the room before you all arrived?"
"And this is an invitation from the Port Mafia?"
"That's right." Vodka nodded and pointed to Bourbon where the invitation was. "It's still there. If you touch it, a ton of dolls will appear—all in the shape of crows."
"If that's the case, then why do you know this is from the Port Mafia?" Following the direction of Vodka's finger, Bourbon walked towards that direction.
"Well...you'll know when you go and see it," said Vodka.
Bourbon saw the invitation: ...Well, it is indeed very conspicuous.
There were six words written in large letters on the cover of the invitation letter - Left by the Port Mafia!
"The Port Mafia... humph." Gin suddenly spoke up, attracting everyone's attention. "The reason that gentleman sent us to Yokohama was to test the current attitude of the Port Mafia."
"Now it seems..." Gin's expression gradually became gloomy.
That gentleman...
Bourbon paused in studying the invitation letter, and before anyone noticed anything was wrong, he resumed his movements, only his eyes flickered slightly, as if he had heard some interesting news.
"We've mobilized so many members with alcoholic names, and now we're still worried about a small letter..."
"This is clearly a show of force!" Chianti slammed his right hand on the sofa, saying angrily, "Damn it, just a mafia gang living in Yokohama. Why don't we go kill the leader?"
"You should use your brain before you speak, Chianti." Vermouth found a place to sit down, gently crossing her left foot over her right, propping her chin on her hand as she glanced at the woman in heavy eyeshadow. "You're not going to believe the rumors out there and really think they're just a small mafia living in Yokohama, are you?"
As Chianti couldn't suppress his anger, Vermouth turned around and sneered, "The Port Mafia isn't as simple as you think. The same goes for Yokohama."
"Vermouth, you...!" Chianti wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Cohen who was sitting next to her.
Cohen looked at the agitated Chianti, grabbed her arm tightly, and shook his head at her.
"Vermouth is right, Chianti." Gin said, "The situation in Yokohama is very complicated, and it's almost a well-known secret that there is a Yokohama person here - a person with special abilities."
"The port mafia that was able to survive in Yokohama, where there are many people with special abilities, and develop its power at a rapid pace..." Gin thought of the two young men he saw for the last time when he was about to leave the "One-stop Food" street.
A boy with curly black hair, half of his head wrapped in bandages, and a boy with orange hair, who looked a bit agitated but very alert - judging from their aura and the brief confrontation, they were definitely the legendary people with special abilities!
It would be unreasonable for the current leader of the Port Mafia to be able to recruit such talents under his command and not have any ability, so... we cannot confront them head-on.
"This is just a small test. We also carried out the same operation on the port mafia." Gin said expressionlessly to the excited Chianti, "So, calm your mind. We are not here to get killed."
Chianti: “…”
Cohen: “…”
Vermouth: “…”
Gin's words obviously made several people think differently, and the scene fell into a brief silence for a while.
Just as Chianti frowned and couldn't help but want to speak out, a sound that sounded like a gunshot attracted everyone's attention.
"What's going on?" Gin reacted quickly, pulling out his pistol and pointing it at the source of the sound, his eyes cold and alert.
Others also reacted and repeated the above operations.
"Cough cough..." The voice that came from the thick smoke was not a stranger's voice, but the ridicule from Bourbon.
"Why are you reacting so strongly? If someone didn't know, they would think someone had broken in."
Bourbon emerged from the smoke, reaching out to clear the dust from the area. He held a letter that looked familiar to everyone. He raised his eyebrows and sneered, "The noise from the quarrel just now was almost blowing the roof off the house. Now you think you're part of an organization?"
"Move the gun away from me!"
"What did you do just now?" Gin's eyebrows were sharp. He looked at the blond and dark-skinned man in front of him and asked coldly, "Why didn't the letter undergo that strange change in your hands?"
"Speaking of which... I just have a basic respect for the Port Mafia." Bourbon raised his left hand slightly, saying sarcastically, "It's simple. When you pick up the letter, don't touch the words 'Port Mafia' on either side. Just touch the word 'Stay' with your fingers."
As he said that, Bourbon threw the letter towards Gin.
Vodka stood in front of Gin and tried to hold the letter as Bourbon said. He looked at his thick and strong fingers worriedly, and could only watch the letter float and fall to the ground.
"Oh, right, I forgot to mention it." Bourbon folded his arms, raised his chin, and smiled, "After that commotion, letters now won't make the same commotion as before—"
"Bourbon, you...!" Vodka subconsciously wanted to condemn his behavior.
"Me? What's wrong with me?" Bourbon asked back, "You're allowed to point guns at me, but not even a little joke?"
"Besides, you don't have much to lose, right?"
"Hmph." Chianti whispered, "Who knows what you were thinking just now?"
Bourbon, who could clearly hear Chianti's voice, kept smiling, but his aura became much more dangerous.
The atmosphere between the few people suddenly became confrontational.
"Okay." Gin took the letter handed to him by Vodka and stopped the quarreling that he couldn't stand.
Gin glanced at Bourbon, who was standing still and proclaiming his innocence, waved away Vodka who wanted to act for him, and opened the letter himself.
"...Tomorrow afternoon at 2 o'clock, the Port Mafia will be waiting for your arrival at the red brick warehouse. No later than the appointed time will be accepted. Humph, so that's how it is." After reading the letter, Gin handed the invitation to Vodka.
"It seems that the Port Mafia wants to take the initiative in this meeting." After listening to what Gin said when he read the letter, Vermouth found the only useful information in it.
"This new young leader looks much sharper than his predecessor."
If a young and energetic girl encounters a setback, it would be easy for her to become devastated, right?
"Then should we do as it says?" Chianti asked, and after enduring for a long time, he could not help but complain, "
"Why not?" Gin sneered, "I want to see what else they can do after being affected by that thing."
Vermouth's expression suddenly changed when she heard Gin's words, and she subconsciously asked, "The influence of that thing..."
"Could it be that Gin...? You actually brought that thing out...?!"
"Shut up, Vermouth." Gin stopped her from saying the next thing, "I have the permission of that gentleman, but I won't use it unless it's a critical moment."
Vermouth: “…”
That thing? What is that thing? From what Vermouth said, it should be something that could change its form when it is taken out...
It seems that even after lurking for so long, his understanding of the Black Organization is still not as deep as he imagined...
Bourbon's expression remained unchanged, he just watched the emotions surge between the two of them.
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"...Let's arrange it this way." After explaining everything, Gin took Vodka and left first, followed by Chianti and others, until only Bourbon and Vermouth were left in the room.
"Aren't you leaving, Bourbon?" Vermouth looked at the blond youth. "If you continue to stay here, you'll risk being wiped out by the Port Mafia, right?"
"I still find it strange, Vermouth." Bourbon looked at the dolls scattered on the ground in front of him and fumbled around with his hands. "Why on earth would this thing appear as soon as I touched that letter?"
"Could this also be the reason for the supernatural power?" Bourbon's tone was flat, and he didn't seem to want an answer from Vermouth.
"Hmm~, who knows?" Vermouth opened a bottle of wine for herself, and the amber wine filled the transparent wine glass.
The woman with long, wavy blond hair raised her glass to the golden-haired young man, who was lost in thought, and said with a smile, "No one knows the origin of supernatural powers. All we know is that one day, suddenly, a group of people suddenly developed supernatural powers."
"Almost all people with special abilities nowadays are born with them, and their abilities vary. The Port Mafia has been entrenched in Yokohama for a very long time, so it's not surprising that they have people with this type of special abilities among them."
"Really?" Amuro Toru stared at the doll in front of him for a long time. He stood up and smiled gently at Vermouth. "It seems I was too suspicious."
"It's getting late. Do you need me to take you there, beautiful lady?"
“Haha, you can even make a flirtation sound so awkward.” Vermouth smiled coquettishly and shook her finger at Bourbon. “Bourbon, you really are a man who doesn’t understand romance—”
"In front of a woman as charming as you, many men would feel ashamed, right?"
"So, this can't be entirely blamed on me." Bourbon smiled politely, "But you're right, this place isn't suitable for staying long. We should leave here as soon as possible."
"That's true. I'll be leaving first then." Vermouth looked at Bourbon, whose expression remained unchanged, for a few seconds, a smile appeared at the corner of her lips, then she turned around and left the room first, and Bourbon followed closely behind.
Shortly after they left, the crow dolls began to make small popping sounds one after another.
And in the place where the blond youth had just stopped, a completely different change had occurred. ——It seemed that no one had noticed.
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