Chapter 37
Today's mission is to destroy an organization that saw that the Mafia was weak and took advantage of us. I don't know why they didn't think about it. Although the Mafia is in chaos, they are united in such important matters.
But, before that...
"Good afternoon, Mr. Randou. Mr. Mori asked me to come over to assist you."
Lan Tang nodded. "Good afternoon. Xiao Rong, I thought you wouldn't come today. I was planning to just rush in and kill you later."
I shook my head. "Mr. Lan Tang, I didn't intend to cooperate with you. I didn't have the opportunity before. That... my special ability, do you know? It can communicate with the wind."
Lan Tang raised his eyebrows.
I continued, "From my perspective, there seems to be a gust of wind surrounding you, blowing cold air on you... Well, if I may be frank, it makes it look like a huge and ferocious python, entwined around you, hissing and trying to spit venom at you."
He listened to me and smiled at my exaggerated adjective.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of déjà vu about him and I couldn't help but start thinking, is this the legendary charm of old men?
I realized it, and decided to put Mr. Randou and Mori Ougai in the same "People my brother told me to stay away from" column.
"So Xiaorong wants to help me?"
I nodded. "Because Mr. Lantang always looks uncomfortable, and I feel that you would not like to wear heavy and bulky clothes all day long."
"Why do you feel that way?"
He asked me very gently, his tone was as lazy and gorgeous as the sound of a violin of excellent quality. I scratched my cheek embarrassedly.
"Because Mr. Lantang has long hair, it is easy to be compressed by thick clothes and it is also very uncomfortable... I heard from your subordinates that you have the habit of drinking afternoon tea. It seems that wearing gloves will not be convenient to hold the cup?"
He seemed to notice my discomfort and considerately changed the subject.
"So how can Velvet help me?"
"Um, Mr. Lantang, could you please bend down a little?"
He bent down, and I reached out my hand tremblingly, trying to touch the wind that I described as a python. It seemed that I could touch the wind of a superpower. *
But the wind before him exuded a depressing and turbid smell, and it also looked frightening.
It found me! It turned around and looked at me!
Lan Tang suddenly felt much better, although he was still cold, and the girl in front of him had a pale face.
Somehow, he remembered the image of the little girl's brother, Dazai Osamu, taking a new member of the Mafia, who was standing behind the little girl with a lewd face, for "training" with a smirk on his face.
With the addition of Alice who is close to the leader, a second rumor gradually spreads inside the Mafia, in addition to "the leader's sexual orientation is indeed a girl."
The rumor that "you can find loli cute, but you can't find loli cute."
"If it's really too much of a stretch, forget it..."
"Please wait a moment, I can finish it!" Your voice is tearful.
I was concentrating on reaching out to touch the red python, but just as I was about to touch it, the green man-like wind on my body hit it first.
Chirp...chirp?
I was so surprised that I forgot my fear and just started shaking with my wind.
It made a sound, maybe it's broken? Also, didn't you touch it with your hand? Why did it make a "chirp" sound? Was it you or me who was broken? Otherwise, I should go to the psychiatric department to make an appointment while I'm still young.
…
Like a spring breeze blowing on one's face, a traveler in the cold winter seemed to see the tender buds of spring. Also like the warm sun in winter, he thought of soft and gorgeous golden hair, and when he put his hand on it, he felt like he had touched his own little sun.
The cotton candy-sweet memories made him laugh unconsciously and attracted my attention again. I was stunned for a moment when I saw him laughing so gently without realizing it.
He touched my head in a posture that was almost the same as Hongye's yesterday, and I smelled a scent of perfume on him that was completely different from Hongye's.
However, I have gained some experience and am no longer as hopeless as I was yesterday.
He calmly took the communicator and let the Mafia start working.
Please calm down, Mr. Lantang, don't laugh at me and get to work quickly.
I calmed down and found that my face was hot.
To calm down...how can I calm down?
"Mr. Lan Tang is fine, but you over there, what are you laughing at so strangely since just now? Do you believe me, I will let you get into the water right now?!"
*
Mr. Lantang is worthy of being a Mafia cadre. He can basically kill all the enemies by himself.
Although the opponent also has a supernatural being who can use fire, how can I put it? The opponent's trump card is vulnerable in front of our trump card, but except for the trump card, all we have are miscellaneous soldiers.
For the sake of Mr. Mori's hair, I tried my best to ensure the life of the soldier.
"My only sister, if you don't want to go home to nurse your child or be shot into a sieve, I suggest you be smarter, don't rush around, and practice your shooting skills more. Mr. Mori won't be so stingy as to want to fire you because of this..."
"That 40-year-old uncle, have your children grown up? Have you earned enough money for their tuition? Do you have enough cosmetics for your wife? If not, don't always think about retreating. The one in front of you is only 20 years old and has just joined us..."
I quickly shot the man on the other side and successfully saved the 20-year-old from death. He may have to stay in bed for a while longer.
I sighed, endured the pain and numbness in my scalp, and continued to analyze the battle situation. "The little brother at the end."
I reached out to the side, motioning for them to bring tissues and wipe the blood off my nose. "Go behind the enemy and kill two more snipers there, and you can be promoted to a leader of ten men. OK, remember to treat the brothers who survived today, uh, to a drink."
I feel dizzy and have double vision.
I shook my head, trying to sober myself up. Is this the side effect of forcing my teammates to cheat? I was scared. "The 31-year-old uncle, behind the trash can, didn't you see that his clothes were exposed?"
"Report, Captain Lan Tang has successfully eliminated the enemy's main force."
"Cough, that's enough, retreat." I swallowed a mouthful of blood that inexplicably came out of my throat, tilted my body, and fell into the corner of the wall.
The burly old men next to me tried to help me up in panic.
I held out my hand to reject his offer.
"Where's the water cup I brought today? Ahem, give that to me."
Although I was still a child, because I often went to Chinatown, I learned an essential skill from my grandparents early on - carrying a thermos bottle with me.
After taking a sip of hot water, I found that the bloody taste in my throat was much better. My grandparents were right. Hot fruit really can cure all diseases.
I stood up and rubbed my temples.
"Sato... Ono, right? Go back and see your sister right away. She...she has cancer and seems to be planning to commit suicide today. Remember to talk to her nicely. Your sister wants to eat the pickled saury you made."
After hearing what I said, Sato Ono ran away quickly, leaving me alone wondering what pickled saury is.
Because of my special ability, I am now staying on the rooftop of a three-story building near the battlefield. In order to fill my head with blood and also for fun, I hung myself on the guardrail like hanging clothes. Apart from the fact that it is very dangerous, there is nothing else worth saying.
Very dangerous is the only thing I remember after Nakahara Chuuya held my head and scolded me for half an hour.
He saw me from a distance, lying on the guardrail like a female ghost, and was almost scared to death.
"How did you know it was mine? Didn't my hair completely cover my face?"
Nakahara Chuuya coughed and said, "Actually, I didn't recognize you at first. I wanted to leave immediately, but I saw that you were small and had long black hair, so I came over to take a look... Who would have thought it was really you!"
"But this is really fun. No, it's really useful for treating cerebral ischemia. It also allows us to observe the building from a new angle..."
Nakahara Chuuya looked like he was saying: Let's see what you can come up with.
Therefore, my voice became smaller and smaller, and finally I could only hope that Nakahara Chuuya would be gentler when he hit me on the head.
He asked me about my recent situation, and I told him that I was working for others recently, and the pay was good. Apart from being a little tiring, there were no other disadvantages.
He looked at me suspiciously, as if he didn't believe me. I said it was true, and I had also promised to be a big crab for someone today...
“I’m sorry, Chuuya, I almost forgot I had to cook. Let’s stop here for today!”
I ran downstairs at a speed almost the same as Sato Ono.
*
I have my own office in the Mafia headquarters building. Although I am usually half, one-third, or even a quarter of the age of my subordinates, the work I have to handle is often twice or even more than theirs.
Because of this, I often strongly suggest to Mr. Mori that he send more people to the intelligence department...if he doesn't want me to die suddenly like this.
Mr. Mori usually looks innocent and says, "Xiao Rong, you know we are short-staffed. Those who are more capable should do more work."
Under my increasingly resentful gaze, Mr. Mori finally changed his words.
"Well, there are a group of new people recently. Although the probation period has not yet ended, some of them seem to be performing well. Take them, take them."
After I closed the door, I could still hear Mr. Mori complaining to Alice
"There are not many people available in the action team...Ai Li Si Jiang~" It can be said that the words are full of twists and turns, and the lingering sound is lingering.
"Excuse me, do you often feel despair standing here?" I asked a muscular guard solemnly.
He was motionless, like a statue.
I shook my head in regret. "You've all become adults who are helpless with your superiors. Sigh, life is really hard for you... Do you want to go swimming? My brother has the highest praise for swimming."
The guard's face was covered with beads of sweat: "Are these two siblings really siblings? One likes to commit suicide, and the other encourages others to commit suicide...
It is certainly not my hobby to encourage people to commit suicide.
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