Chapter 58
My cell phone rang at this moment, and it was Musashi.
"Wow, my work has come back again. Bye, Odasaku." I waved at him and left quickly.
The main thing is that Musashi doesn’t know where to pick me up, and we’re in a hurry.
Yes, that's right.
*
"Good evening, guess who I am." Someone covered Odasaku's eyes from behind and played a popular little game among friends.
"Hmm... is it Dazai?" Oda said in an emotionless tone.
"Wow——As expected of Odasaku, you guessed it so quickly."
For someone like Odasaku, the hard part is that he can't guess what it is. The supernatural power is one thing, but the footsteps, the tone of voice, and the touch when it's on your face...
Although for him, guessing that it was Dazai Osamu was just a little intuition between friends.
"Because Ango's personality makes it impossible for him to do that."
Because he would only be defenseless towards these two friends of his, apart from Ango, there would only be Dazai Osamu.
Dazai Osamu sat on the chair and asked the boss to give him a glass of whiskey with detergent in it. The boss calmly refused and then gave him a glass of the drink he usually drank as usual.
And at this time, Ango Sakaguchi also arrived.
"You two are in good sync today."
"Hey, Ango made it sound like he wasn't going to play with you. Are you an elementary school student who's afraid of being abandoned by his friends?" Dazai Osamu complained with a look of disgust.
“Hey! Don’t make me sound childish!” Ango counterattacked.
"If Ango was really afraid of being abandoned...Dazai wouldn't say that." The comment was sharp and instantly controlled two different types of men. Ango covered his face and Dazai took a sip of wine.
"Mr. Odasaku... Never mind, is there anything interesting happening recently?"
"Well...I recently adopted two children."
“Hey——!”×2
"Why does Oda suddenly want to raise a child? Kids are hard to deal with, and raising a child is expensive, and the salary of a low-level employee is not enough."
Ango adjusted his glasses and managed to find his voice again. "Yes, yes, Mr. Odasaku is still single. Why do you suddenly want to raise a child? Single women nowadays will immediately exclude men who raise children, right?"
Oda Sakunosuke emptied his mind. "I know it's hard to keep a child, but there's nothing more troublesome than two jealous women...
As for the money, it is still enough for now, but we both need to save a little...
The children are temporarily being raised by a familiar shop owner, who usually helps take care of the children..."
"I see... This is a perfect arrangement, Odasaku. It looks like you've carefully considered this before making this decision."
"But why did Mr. Odasaku suddenly make such a decision? I mean, they are indeed pitiful, and I can understand Mr. Odasaku's help for the children... but it would be troublesome to carry them around all the time."
Various levels of trouble.
Yokohama is in such a mess right now that no orphanage is willing to take in more children. However, the number of orphans is increasing day by day, and children who are not cared for will die quickly.
"I don't know. When I saw them, I had only one thought in my mind - they would die very quickly, maybe in three days, maybe in one day, maybe just one hour, or even faster."
After listening to what Oda Saku said, Sakaguchi Ango said nothing more. When he saw such children, the most he would do was to take them to the Special Affairs Department and have them set up a shelter, that's all.
"It's so strange, Odasaku, you are still a Mafia. How can there be a Mafia who doesn't kill people and likes to save people?"
"They won't cause me any trouble, but being adopted by me might bring them some danger."
"Ah - that's not what I meant, Odasaku."
Oda Sakunosuke had decided that it was not their place to interfere, but as friends, Ango and Dazai Osamu just hoped that Oda Sakunosuke could stay out of it.
"Well, anyway, if Mr. Odasaku has any trouble raising these children, please let me know. Although I don't have much experience, it's always better to have someone else figure it out than to do it alone."
"Yes, yes," Dazai nodded seriously, "I'm good at dealing with naughty kids."
"Well...would you like to have a toast? For the two children." Oda Saku raised the glass.
"I feel like Mr. Odasaku is talking about the two people I adopted recently." Ango raised his glass.
“You could say that.”
"Don't treat us like children, Odasaku." Dazai Osamu also raised his cup.
clink.
Gleaming with a metallic luster, the liquid in the wine glass swayed, hitting the wall of the glass and bouncing back, creating a column of water on the tilted side.
The same warm-toned lighting adds a touch of gentleness to the wine, making people intoxicated even without the wine.
*
Night falls, and Yokohama's extravagance is revealed in the darkness.
In the suburbs far from the city, scenes that citizens see every day are taking place, so people passing by feel far away, and the place seems even more like a battlefield.
The fighting faction of port Mafia always has the commander standing in front to clear the way. I don't know how this habit was formed.
Fortunately, I am not a militant person.
"Incheon, we don't need to leave anyone alive this time. We can just kill them all."
…
According to intelligence, the opponent's psychic can control wind tornadoes and fire.
The guy who controls the fire is out on a mission with his men, so the only one left to deal with is a person with special abilities.
The tornado knocked over a group of our people immediately. We had no strength to resist and could only lie there and become targets.
The user with special abilities is surrounded by people. He has no ability to protect himself when he should use his special abilities, so he himself is his weakness.
The fire controller complements him perfectly, and his fire control ability is a powerful weapon in close combat.
It's time to get to work.
With a wave of his left hand, the circle surrounding the person with special abilities on the left disappeared. With another wave of his left hand, the person on the other side was smashed against the wall with a bang.
At the same time, I felt a familiar warmth coming from my ears and nose. Why did even my ears feel warm this time?
"Dazai-sama!"
I rushed forward, determined not to let this person with superpowers in front of me get surrounded again. I couldn't bear to lose blood like this again.
“Incheon!”
I suddenly stretched out my hand. Incheon was indeed the person I favored. He understood what I meant and threw the gun to me.
"Bang"
Fall down.
He rolled onto the ground and continued to observe the battlefield from behind the cover.
Without the special ability users, the enemy's entire team lost their morale, suffered setbacks, and was soon destroyed.
…
"As we agreed, the weapons are yours."
Boss C got the upper hand. He nodded to me and told his men to collect their weapons without saying much.
I didn't lead many people, so naturally there were fewer casualties. On the contrary, Organization C sent out more people, but Boss C had no objection to this arrangement, after all, I was the one who killed the main force.
The intelligence is in a safe, and you need a password or someone to pick the lock.
"Master Dazai, only their boss knows the password, and he is here."
"Incheon, do you have special abilities?"
"No, sir, do you want to wash your face?"
"…Do you have a wet handkerchief?"
…
Forget it, it’s better to let Incheon see the facts than to tell him all this nonsense.
I simply entered the password to open the safe.
"Huh?"
"…Is Incheon an idiot? It's an all-powerful supernatural power."
"So adults can breathe fire, too... Ouch! It hurts!"
It was information about inheritance, but a closer look revealed that it was groundless information and looked like some kind of campus ghost story.
This type of information is everywhere, and I'm almost sick of it lately, so I flipped through it faster and faster, getting more and more annoyed, until I suddenly found a line of small print.
After taking a closer look, I rolled my eyes. It was nothing, I was just getting impatient at work when I was suddenly fed a mouthful of dog food.
"Hey, have you seen this information?" I looked at the former leader who was forced to kneel over there, and raised the information in my hand.
"No." He frowned and replied to me.
"Here, take a close look and you'll understand clearly." I never thought there would be such a pure-hearted boss.
How about exchanging Boss A for Boss B?
I looked at Boss A and thought, forget it, it’s better to kill him.
It's so troublesome. Why do people like those with love brains exist in the world? If Boss B wasn't a love brain, I wouldn't have to think of ways to run another organization.
Now, in addition to the old subordinates, there is another organization to consider.
"Hey, do you want to die now or go see your lover?"
I've decided that if he says he wants to see his lover, I'll kill him and then get rid of his lover as well.
"...I want to die now."
[He Kongtong]
...deliberately making things difficult for me.
*
It took me a lot of effort to deal with this matter, to deal with A's remnants, to deal with B who was angry and crazy...
At that time, I was forced into a small wood by B's men. Bullets and blood were flying, and time and human lives disappeared together.
I feel like a beeping dog.
There are actually people who don't look for inheritance at this time, but instead are prepared to bury their entire organization for someone who doesn't like them.
No, brother, even if Mr. Mori doesn't care whether I die here or not, your current behavior is indeed seeking death.
Okay.
"Incheon, if you have another life, remember to learn how to cook so I don't have to eat in the cafeteria anymore."
"Is this the time to say that?!" Incheon lowered his head to avoid the whizzing bullets.
I leaned against a tree stump, reminiscing about the past, and then sighed, "I should have taught you how to cook earlier, Incheon."
Close your eyes peacefully.
"Dazai-sama, please don't die! Don't give up! We still have hope!" Incheon rushed to my side with tears and snot.
"Incheon, what could I have done wrong? I just don't want to queue up in the cafeteria. It would be great if someone could help me queue up in the cafeteria to buy food in the future..."
"Don't be like this! Lord Dazai, haven't I always been the one getting your meals for you? You've never queued before!" Musashi Inchuan broke down and cried.
"Oh, that's true." I perked up, sat up, and pressed the remote control in my hand.
“Boom——” Flames shot up into the sky.
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