Chapter 57
Red, red and blood everywhere.
The legacy left by the special ability user made the entire Yokohama underground organization boil. In order to fight for this legacy, everyone had to join the war.
In order not to be implicated, innocent people can only stay at home and pray for peace, while those of us who are participating have to live a life of sand and blood.
During this period, every corner of Yokohama could become a battlefield.
This place seems to be abandoned by the gods. Children are not protected, the elderly seem redundant, and the young and middle-aged are deaf to the cries.
A scene of purgatory on earth.
*
In the alley, a man was stumbling and running wildly with a box in his arms. His face showed solemn and frightened expression, as if he was being stared at in the dark by something extremely terrifying, and he was just afraid of being swallowed by the monster.
He couldn't even stand steadily. When he reached a telephone pole, he was holding on to the wall and gasping for breath. When he wanted to move forward towards his destination, he found that his legs were shaking badly.
He couldn't help but kick the wall, and cursed "Asshole!" with a trembling mouth.
The man looked like a social elite, but the dark circles under his eyes and his messy hair showed that he was in poor condition, even sick.
"Hey, good morning, or maybe good afternoon? I'm sorry, I've been so busy lately that I haven't slept for two days, and I can't tell the time."
A little girl in a black tutu appeared in front of him with her hands behind her back.
He seemed frightened, but he swallowed and calmed down, and said in a loud and pretentious voice, "Where are you from, little girl? Where is the person I dated?"
The little girl raised her finger, signaling him to shut up. "Uncle, why did you come out at this time?"
"That, that's none of your business!" The girl's words seemed to hit upon something he wanted to hide. "Children are children. Don't ask so many questions. If you know too much, I'll have my people kill your whole family."
"Your man?" She raised her eyelashes playfully and looked at him carefully. "Whose man are you?"
Speaking of the power behind him, the man straightened his back and said, "That's an organization of 500 people, and there are two powerful people with special abilities - it's more than enough to deal with your whole family."
An organization of more than 500 people... two "powerful" people with special abilities... her whole family...
He saw the little girl habitually lowering her head in deep thought and thought that she was afraid, so he said with more complacency:
"Our two people with special abilities are both very popular in the organization. They are both capable of fighting ten people at once. Little girl, I advise you not to stand in our way. Please make way for me and let me deliver the things. Otherwise, you will have to wait for our revenge!"
This minion's personality is probably that of an ordinary person who likes to brag in front of his colleagues and has accomplished nothing. In order to gain something in the organization he got into, he volunteered to take on the task of delivering things.
pity……
"What a pity!"
I accidentally said what was in my heart
"Nothing... The yellow-haired brother said he had to go to the bathroom so he asked me to help him get something."
"Huh?! That guy actually did this at a time like this... Ha, I will definitely tell this to the boss and tear him down..." he muttered.
"Uncle, please give me the things quickly. The yellow-haired brother asked me to take them for him quickly." The little girl smiled and stretched out her hand.
The uncle was about to hand the box to her, but in a flash, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at the girl's forehead.
The girl couldn't hold her smile anymore when the gun was pointed at her. "Uncle, what are you doing?"
"Heh, little girl, do you think I'm a fool? How could the yellow-haired guy be so smart as to ask others to help him get it?"
"Ah, my..." The girl raised her hands in surrender and took two steps back, as if to soothe the man's fragile nerves.
But the man didn't appreciate it. He felt threatened by any movement from anyone. He raised his gun and said, "Don't move!"
"Okay, okay, I won't move..."
[The old warehouse 1,300 meters southeast]
[How do you put the base and the armory together?]
[Their weapons were distributed by another organization]
[Their boss and the boss of that organization...]
…
When the man was impatient and wanted to shoot to silence her, the girl raised her hand and bent her fingers. The sound of a gun being loaded was heard, and dust rose and dispersed.
With a heavy "bang", a corpse fell to the ground, with its eyes open.
"It's good to be vigilant," she squatted down and patted the man's cheek, "but you shouldn't be vigilant enough to stay here when you see me."
He opened the box, flipped through it quickly, and threw it to his new assistant, Musashi Inchuan, who ran up to him.
Incheon is a newcomer, simple and enthusiastic. He looks like a newbie in the workplace and still has hope for the job.
He was flustered but still managed to take over. "Dazai-sama, where are we going next?"
I didn't answer him, and fell into my own thoughts, "This guy is also taking drugs... No wonder he is desperately going out to make money at this time..."
The man was holding a piece of intelligence that their boss A had obtained from boss B of another organization, and that Boss A was using this to make a deal with Boss C.
Trade a batch of medicines and weapons.
"Where's that yellow-haired guy?"
Two men brought Huangmao over and pulled off the tape on his mouth. He then looked at me with a vicious look.
"Oh, don't be like that. I didn't hurt your interests, and I didn't do anything to you."
"What do you want?" The yellow-haired man's eyes remained the same, but his tone was cold, without any roar but with obvious malice.
It’s different from the cannon fodder described just now.
"Me? I want to do a business with your boss. I need you to help pass on a message. Just say that we are willing to share the profits after the deal is done. We, the Port Mafia, keep our word."
*
"Lord Dazai, is this all right?" Incheon asked, following behind me.
He is very courageous. Most people would not ask me this question because of Dazai Osamu, or it can be said that it is because I am aloof in front of my colleagues (social phobia)
"The Mafia's name is very important. Although Mafia burns, kills and robs, they value credit. I made a deal with their boss in the name of portMafia, and he would not refuse to come."
Because of the power of Port Mafia, he would come regardless of whether the negotiation was successful or not. And because of the reputation of Port Mafia, he believed that I would not get into a conflict with him out of anger because the negotiation failed.
Organization C rarely participates in the leader war, but the channels of goods they control are larger than those of ordinary small organizations, almost seven-tenths of the size when there were seven former leaders.
However, the scale of their organization is far less than that of portMafia. Their goods are smuggled in from other countries after the buyers are agreed in advance.
Their weapons are provided by foreign smugglers and the supply is stable.
"Musashi, remember to add wolfberries to my thermos." I was terrified at the thought of doing business with a businessman like this.
Pursue stability, know how to make choices, and don’t be too ambitious... maybe you will even have a happy little family.
The people under him are also smart and have learned a lot from their boss's stability.
You can't touch this kind of person's family, and it's best not to hurt his subordinates...
"Musashi, this kind of boss is worth following."
"Hey, that boss..."
"Mr. Mori is someone that Boss C can follow. Alas, people without ability will not be valued by Mr. Mori."
Incheon is a newcomer. Although he has become my deputy, the leader is not someone who can be discussed by people like him. After realizing this, he quickly fell silent.
I took a sip of the hot water in the thermos and sighed, "I want to eat ice cream."
"Eating hot or cold food will give me a stomachache, and no one is selling ice cream now..."
"Musashi... shut up."
Lost its color.
*
"Odasaku - good evening."
"Good evening, Tsutomu." Odasaku sat next to me and asked the boss to serve a glass of wine. "Didn't you come with your brother today?"
"Because my brother has something to do today, I can come here to drink by myself. I don't plan to stay long. I will go to discuss business with someone later."
"Have you been trained to drink alcohol now?"
"Ahahaha, no, because being drunk makes me feel so happy, so I avoid drinking."
"Why?" Oda Saku was embarrassed and became curious, glancing at me sideways.
Odasaku's former identity was a top killer. He has always been sensitive, but in order not to cause trouble, he usually chooses to ignore the obvious abnormalities.
But things are different now. It seems that he is interested in my affairs. If I can't tell the lie fluently, it will be very suspicious.
And I really didn't want to lie to Dazai Osamu's rare friend, especially the very natural Odasaku. It would be a shame to lie to him.
Should I say it? Should I say that I really value this happiness and want to save it for when I need it?
No, my self-esteem does not allow me to confess my weakness to others easily. If I say this, it would be like saying directly to others:
In fact, I am a person who lacks love very much. I want to treasure even this little bit of happiness——? !
"Because Chuuya told me that people who don't drink much will have a better understanding of the taste of alcohol."
"Ah, is it that Nakahara Chuuya?" Odasaku took a sip of wine. "His younger brother Fumi is regarded as the 'only weakness of the invincible Chuuya-sama' by us lower-level personnel."
"Funu is also a good kid. His personality is similar to that of a newborn baby, like a blank sheet of paper. However, he has a strong learning ability, which always makes people feel that this is what Chuuya used to be like."
Speaking of Wen Ye, out of professional habit I unconsciously started analyzing him.
"..." What kind of occupational disease is this? "Anyway, Wen is also a good kid, a perfect kid."
Odasaku listened to me and took another sip of wine. He did it a little too often, probably because he felt a little uncomfortable.
“There is more than one standard for being a good child.”
Zhong Yuanwen is also a good kid, but that’s not what a good kid should look like.
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