Chapter 30

08:40

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Kono! The engine of the car has broken down and it has been sent to the repair shop." The driver's voice was terrified and he sounded very guilty. "It was working fine yesterday, but it won't start this morning."

"Will it delay your work? I'll notify them right away to send another car to pick you up!"

Kono Seiji looked down at his watch. There were still more than two hours left before the agreed meeting time, so there was still plenty of time.

He is going to the Central Post Office today to get a secret document. The exact location and method are only known to the two parties involved in the transaction. It is a bit troublesome but not dangerous.

The condition of Oda Sakunosuke's children has not improved, and thinking that there is nothing serious recently, Kono Seira granted him a few more days of sick leave. Therefore, he has been traveling with the driver assigned by the logistics department recently. The driver is also very honest, but every time he hears him speak, he can't help but shudder. It's obvious that he has been poisoned by the stereotype of the port mafia for a long time.

"Don't bother," he said to the driver, "I can go by myself."

Kono Seiryoshi hung up the phone and looked up at the sky in boredom while waiting for a taxi.

This area is a property owned by a company under the name of the port mafia. Putting aside the transportation convenience and the distance from the city, the environment is very open and the scenery is nice. The most important thing is that you will not be inexplicably involved in a gunfight.

Safety is a luxury for Yokohama.

A staggering figure slowly walked over from the opposite side. He was wearing ordinary blue work clothes, and his upper body was covered by two large cardboard boxes, with a small foam box on top. The cardboard boxes were large and heavy, and it was difficult to keep balance. I couldn't see his face and expression, but I could tell from his movements that he was struggling.

When passing by Gongye Shengliang, he suddenly stepped on something and almost stumbled. The violent shaking caused the foam box on the top to be thrown out.

Gongye Shengliang subconsciously stepped aside, and the foam box brushed past his shoulder and rolled twice on the ground.

"Excuse me, young man, can you help me pick it up?" The man in blue overalls asked him for help, "I can't move my hands."

"No trouble," Kono Seira smiled at him politely, "You can go by yourself."

"Hahaha thanks... huh?"

The man was choked by the unexpected answer. He was speechless for a while, looked at Gong Ye Shengliang with a complicated look, put down the cardboard box resignedly, and muttered, "Young people nowadays really have no compassion at all."

The heartless Kono Seiryoshi withdrew his gaze.

The taxi arrived quickly and the back door opened automatically, but the cardboard box put down by the man in overalls just covered the license plate, so he had to go around it to make sure it was the one he took.

As Kono Seiryoshi took a step forward, he suddenly smelled a peculiar, stimulating odor.

"What a shame...why don't you help me pick up the boxes?"

A sinister voice sounded from behind, and a rough hand tightly clamped his mouth and nose. A strong and pungent liquid evaporated quickly. Without caring whether he could breathe or not, it pressed down with a force that could almost drown a person.

The hands that were struggling fiercely gradually lost their strength. In the last glance before consciousness fell into darkness, Kono Seiryo saw that the person in the driver's seat of the taxi was wearing the same work uniform as the man behind him.

It turned out to be a gang crime.

09:00

The taxi drove quietly away from the residential area. This was the territory of the port mafia, and there was no surveillance around it.

The surveillance equipment on the streets of the apartment complex is directly connected to the intelligence center of the port mafia, but unfortunately, the heavy rain in the previous two days caused damage to the line, and the surveillance failure has not yet been reported.

Other than that, nothing special.

12:00

The trading party was not able to wait for the counterparty at the Central Post Office, so he called the port mafia to complain:

"What's going on! Not only was we an hour late, but the phone was also unreachable. Is this the attitude of cooperation with the port mafia?"

The operator calmed the other party down and reported the situation. The headquarters sent someone to take over the task and tried every means to contact the original person in charge of the task, but as the transaction party said, they could not contact Kono Seiyoshi.

14:00

Kono Seiyoshi was not in the office, and the mafia sent out to search did not find anyone in his home, and there were no other signs of break-in in the apartment.

It is impossible for such a thing to happen to him, only the fact that he is missing is certain. The police stipulate that a case can only be filed if the person is missing for 24 hours, but they are the mafia and naturally have their own set of rules, not to mention that Kono Seiyoshi is a senior member of the port mafia.

Whether it is to prevent intelligence leaks or for his personal safety, a decision needs to be made as soon as possible.

Half an hour after receiving the report from his subordinates, the chief's office held a brief meeting.

14:20

"I'm sorry, I didn't go to work today." Oda Sakunosuke had just coaxed his energetic children to take a nap, and before he knew it, it was past two o'clock. He received a call from the port mafia, "What happened?"

The person on the other end was speaking very quickly, and Oda Sakunosuke's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened.

"I'll be right there."

He grabbed his coat and went downstairs, and hurriedly said a few words to the owner of the curry shop downstairs. The bright afternoon sunlight fell on the corners of his lips, which were tightly drawn into a line. The red-haired man had a solemn and cold expression.

15:00

When Gong Ye Shengliang woke up, he had a splitting headache. The faint smell of ecstasy was still lingering in his nose. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

He gained a lot of experience in kidnapping while in Vongola, and he also mentioned that he learned a lot of self-rescue skills in the Vongola Assassination Department, which are applicable both when being kidnapped and after being kidnapped.

If it was his original body, even if his strength was close to zero, he could still resist for a moment with muscle memory and conditioned reflexes when the man in overalls covered half of his face with a handkerchief soaked in drugs. But this body's sensitivity to drugs and sense of crisis were dulled, and the result was obvious—he was kidnapped again.

His eyes were covered with an airtight cloth, his mouth was taped, and his limbs were tied up - in addition to handcuffs and leg cuffs, rough ropes were tightly wrapped around his wrists several times. The slightest movement caused a tingling pain, and you could tell without looking that his ankles were swollen.

Thankfully, the people who had abducted him didn't give him any special treatment; this level of confinement was within his expectations.

Kono Seiryoshi silently opened the system map and was relieved to see that the function was still working. It showed that apart from him, there was no one else within a radius of 50 meters.

There wasn't even a guard at the door, and they seemed quite confident that he couldn't escape.

The rope was tied too tightly, and turning over was extremely difficult. Kono Seiryo slowly and laboriously moved half a circle, pressing his entire body weight on the ground. He felt the familiar outline on his abdomen, which made him feel a little relieved.

All the obvious equipment on his body, such as watch, bracelet, and phone, were taken away, but the gun sewn into the hidden pocket of his coat luckily escaped.

When he first came to the Port Mafia, he had no use for weapons. This gun was thrown to him by Dazai Osamu before he went on a business trip to Okinawa. It was a small and exquisite pistol, as if it deliberately pursued concealment and beauty while ignoring performance. There were only two bullets in it.

At the time, Dazai Osamu mocked the gun, saying, "Instead of shooting at the enemy, it is better to use it to commit suicide, so that you can die in a more beautiful way."

But it was enough for the critical moment.

Kono Seiryoshi tried to stay flat on the ground, steady his heartbeat and breathing, and clasped his bound hands together.

The light ball noticed his intention and anxiously jumped out to stop him: [Wait, I will reduce the pain immediately!]

But Kono Seiryoshi refused: "Don't do that."

If he has a sense of pain, he can still control the appropriate force and reconnect it even if it is dislocated. But if he has no sense of pain, what if he accidentally bends it too far?

Besides, the assassination team headed by Xanxus has never had the humanitarian spirit to care for the weak. He has been in special training there for three months and has long been accustomed to this kind of pain.

……perhaps.

Hey, how could he like pain? He is not a masochist.

Kono Seiryo deliberately replayed a bunch of insignificant things in his mind, trying to distract himself, but it was obviously ineffective. The feeling of his thumb being broken made him stop breathing for a few seconds, and his vocal cords froze for a moment - he would not scream when it hurt, which was a good habit.

His body started to tremble a little later, and at this time, Gongye Shengliang's right hand had already struggled out of the handcuffs and was groping for the gun in his hidden pocket.

His fingers, which were almost numb from the pain, felt slightly cooler when they touched the metal, and he felt a little relieved.

This small-caliber pistol has little power, a very short range, and the sound when it is fired is almost inaudible. If it were not for its small capacity, it would be a very useful self-defense tool.

After returning from Okinawa, Dazai Osamu did not take back the more decorative gun, but gave him another one - a genuine Colt revolver, a must-have for the mafia, the kind that draws blood when fired.

"Just throw away the previous one," he still remembered the nonchalant expression on Dazai's face when he said this, "it won't be used anyway."

Kono Seira nodded in agreement, but the Colt could not fit in the invisible pocket, so he kept the gun as a backup.

When he was about to withdraw his hand to untie the rope on his feet, his slow fingertips accidentally touched some mechanism.

With a "click", the clip opened.

The knowledge came clearly into my mind, and in an instant my heart seemed to be frozen. The coldness spread along my blood and froze every inch of my body, and my fingers that were still aching stopped feeling.

The back of his hand trembled when it touched the cold, hard metal ground, but his mind was still blank. Fortunately, his eyes were blindfolded so he would not notice his confusion at the moment.

In an instant, he seemed to have turned back into the weak child he was before, staring blankly at the sky that was torn into pieces by iron bars.

The reality is that there is no sky in front of me, only a pitch-black darkness wrapped in cloth strips.

There was no bullet in the gun.

15:30

The clip was put back and his hands were put back into the handcuffs. Except for the slight tremor in his thumb, everything was the same as before.

Kono Seiryo restored everything to its original state and curled up quietly, just as he had been when he was unconscious.

There were broken-down distribution vehicles, malfunctioning surveillance on the street, messages from subordinates, and guns without bullets.

Just now, all these seemingly unrelated things suddenly connected in his mind.

"...system."

In the pure white space, Kono Seiryoshi heard his own dry voice:

"The Port Mafia had me captured on purpose, right?"

The light ball didn't know how to start. There was no precedent in its database that could explain the current situation. It could only cover the injured fingers of the contractor with soft feathers to reduce his pain.

Kono Seiryoshi closed his eyes. Even though he had done nothing, a deep fatigue spread from the depths of his soul.

...After being kidnapped, I am still helplessly waiting for someone to rescue me just like before. Isn't this a complete lack of progress?

He recalled that when he was training at Vongola, it was all training, but Hibari Kyoya and Varian's methods were very different.

Hibari Kyouya is a truly aloof and strong warrior who enjoys the purest form of fighting. He will not and will not bother to attack those who have no desire to fight. When he is being trained, he will stop only after he has knocked the person down. After all, Kono Seiryoshi is really fragile.

The chairman just wanted to train him, not to send the secretary who cooked dinner for him to the medical department's ward for ten days or half a month.

As for Varian's people... the second generation Sword Emperor Squalo is irritable but responsible, Fran, who learned from Rokudo Mukuro, keeps complaining with a deadpan face, and Belphegor is always smiling, and everyone is quite friendly to him.

The one who attacked Kono Seiryo most ruthlessly was Xanxus. He didn't accept trash, and since he dared to come to Varian, he had to follow his standards. As the leader of the Vongola Special Independent Assassination Unit and the owner of the irritable and domineering Flame of Fury, Xanxus would smash people mercilessly, then order them to stand up and continue smashing.

For a time, Kono Seiryoshi thought that he would die in Varian's training room, but when he opened his eyes from coma with pain all over his body and saw Xanxus's cold face, he suddenly realized that he was lucky enough to survive.

If Xanxus were in this room and saw him giving up, he would definitely show his most familiar disdainful expression, just like he had seen thousands of times during special training, looking down at him and mocking him: "Trash is trash. If this is all you can do, you'd better pack up and get out of Vongola as soon as possible."

In the past, he would grit his teeth, swallow the rusty taste in his mouth, crawl up from the floor with bruises all over his body, and continue with the next training.

But now... this threat is no longer effective.

Kono Seiryoshi thought with amusement, because he is no longer in the Vongola.

The Port Mafia is different from the Vongola, and he knew this from the beginning, and never linked the two together.

I knew it from the beginning.

Then why do I still feel sad?