For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

[Central Plains Zhongya: Dazai, that bastard, I must kill him next time! 】

Looking at this fresh and warm text message, I scratched my head and chose to ignore it.

It's just now night, and the sky is not completely dark, but because this place is too remote, there is a strange atmosphere around.

Here in the remote suburb of Yokohama, an abandoned apartment stands before us, its age well represented by its mottled walls and broken windows.

"Ito," asked Chifu next to him, "do you want to rush in directly?"

He is my colleague. Like me, he is a mercenary member of the company directly under the port Mafia. Today, he is also sweating and blood for the year-end bonus.

Time: XX, XX, 20XX

Location: An apartment to be demolished in a suburb

Mission goal: Give full play to the traditional virtues of polar organizations and invite the "nail households" who have set up camp in this corner to go out

I thought that Bawang would lose his demeanor by taking a bow, so I said, "Rude."

"Then what should I do?" Chi Fu had a bitter look on his face, "The boss said that if this matter can't be solved, he will screw my head off."

After thinking about it again and again, he still took out his gun: "I'm sorry, I have 80 old mothers and wives and concubines in groups, I can't be without my head, this time I'm going to be strong!"

When he was about to break into the door, I held him down: "Wait a minute, I have an idea."

After four long hours, the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.

The night is deep.

…

...

 …

"What an ugly ghost aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

Miserable screams cut through the sky, and the silence of the night was completely broken at this moment.

A man with only a bath towel hanging around his waist ran out of the abandoned apartment, his figure disappeared with a scream, and he was nowhere to be seen again after rushing into the woods.

After a while, I jumped from the tree and whistled towards the top of the apartment. The window on the floor where the man used to live suddenly opened, revealing an extremely appetizing grimace: "Did it work?"

"All right."

Hearing this, the window was closed, and Chi Fu, who was dressed as the midnight bell, walked out of the apartment while wiping the makeup on his face: "That's great, you don't have to work hard with him when you come to negotiate tomorrow."

No one can live in a haunted house. If someone is willing to buy it at this time, it will be an angel.

Chifu held my hand and shook it wildly: "If it weren't for you and I, I didn't know how to deal with this matter, I would like to thank you and your family!"

"you are welcome."

At this moment, a very unhappy voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "You guy doesn't answer my text messages!"

I turned my head and found that it was the uncle who sent text messages and scolded the street.

"Ah," Chifu immediately let go of my hand after seeing the other's face, stood at attention, and bowed, "Mr. Nakaya!"

I don't know why: "Why are you here?"

Zhong Ye let out a "squeak" and simply responded to Chi Fu and hooked my neck, and walked out of the woods without saying a word.

"Hey, what are you doing - I'll sue you QJ!"

"Q your head, go and accompany me to drink."

"I don't, I want to lose weight!"

"Huh?" Zhong also turned his head to look at me with a look of contempt, "You were talking such stupid things two months ago, how dare you ask how much fat you lost?"

I couldn't help but fall into silence.

The young man strode toward the street, with a man trying to revolt in his elbow. After struggling for a long time, I finally realized the difference in strength between the two sides, and could only cry out in despair: "You are a stumbling block on my way to lose weight. !!"

Not long after, I was sitting in a tavern somewhere with Stumbling Block.

"I'm really **** off!" Zhongyao slammed the wine glass on the table, which made me shudder, "You know what I dreamed about last night, I dreamed that I happened to be on the toilet, Dazai. That **** actually appeared behind me through the wall and threw a cannonball into the cesspool!"

I:"…"

The sense of the picture was so strong that I retracted the chopsticks that I was about to pick up the beef in sauce.

The hot-tempered boy in front of him is called Zhongyuan Zhongya. He is an important member of a certain cadre in the port of Mafia. When we met, he had just joined Mafia not long ago. Like me, he was a newcomer.

The difference is that he leveled up and cut monsters and climbed to the top, but I was still fishing at the bottom of the society.

In Zhongya's mouth, Dazai was the key person who led him to join Mafia, but for this Bole, he always maintained a state of scolding, swearing, and killing three.

Maybe it's a man's romance.

This tavern is the place where Mafia members gather for dinner. Usually there are not many guests, but now it is deserted after twelve o'clock... Even if there are, they will be scared away by the battle of Zhongya.

"I can't take this breath without scolding him!"

The young man scolded Dazai Osamu for an hour in a row, without repeating the pattern, as if the other party had no place from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, that should not be destroyed by heaven and earth.

==Want to hear their past stories...

The more he scolded him, the more vigorous he became. Finally, after drinking, he rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the kitchen knife and said that he wanted to show me a handsome boy swallowing a sword. I hurriedly rushed to hold down his sinful hand: "If you want to die, you have to buy insurance first. The beneficiary will die after filling in my name!"

Hearing this, Zhong Ye suddenly got stuck, he calmed down for a moment, and then put the kitchen knife back: "Forget it, I can't make you cheap."

"…"

Oh man.

We went back to the dinner table, and Zhong also poured himself a glass of wine. I thought that it must be me who would be unlucky to drink the same amount of alcohol, so I interrupted: "If you really want to resist once, I can give you a drink. an idea."

Zhong Ye blinked his eyes with a red face, then closed them in the next second: "Just you?"

You can't handle him.

These five characters are written on his face.

"How can the wisdom of the Sa family be estimated by mortals?" I stretched out my palm and bent it in my direction, "Come with my ears."

Having said that, Zhong Ye really brought his ears close, and I whispered about Donkey Zai's plan. As time passed by, his eyes that had been blurred by drunkenness gradually became clear.

But Zhong is also drunk, not stupid.

"Why are you so enthusiastic all of a sudden, aren't you trying to trick me?"

"Just kidding," I patted my chest, "Just based on our relationship, when have I ever cheated on you?"

Zhong Ye raised his eyebrows: "The last time you slipped in the mall, you pulled me a little before you fell, and we both rolled along the escalator together for more than 30 laps."

Moreover, they were placed in the same ward in the same hospital, and one of them had a cast on their left leg and one on their right. That's when our revolutionary friendship began.

"Cough," I coughed awkwardly, "the past is not important, the future is the right way."

"Alright," Zhong also added some wine for me, then raised his glass, "For the sake of your conscience, cheers!"

…@#%&

As if to prove whether my conscience is still alive, he slept with this drink, and I had no choice but to pay for the sake and ask someone to send him home, and then go back to my own house by feeling the night. In the rental house, he pressed the phone number he knew by heart.

At this time, the night was dark.

The system displayed "Calling", and after a while, a "hello" sounded on the phone.

This is Jiro, the owner of the Babylon bar in Hakata Ward, Fukuoka City, and the founder of the Revenge House.

Vengeance House, an organization that sounds domineering but actually has only four members. As the name suggests, our main business is to avenge the client, but the degree of revenge cannot exceed what others have imposed on you.

Just over two months ago, I, who was originally enjoying a petty bourgeois life in Hakata, was suddenly forced to accept a commission. It is said that the commissioner was given green by a mafia in Mafia, the port of Yokohama. He also swept away all his family property. It is said that the ending is that his girlfriend was cheated for money and sex, and it is safe to say, but this buddy is really a lover. Avenge his girlfriend.

According to the rules of the house of revenge, we need to do the same for him, that is to say, we must send a young girl to lure the mafia and let the latter go to hell.

Unfortunately, there are only two women in the revenge house, and the other is in elementary school. I can only resist this important task.

But this is not the worst thing. You said you were greened, then you should at least know who you were greened by, but this client is very fresh, he only knows that green is a mafia, and there is no limit to other information. It's close to zero, it's like throwing a needle into the sea, and he let me dive in and look for it, even a magnet is reluctant to reward it.

"It's time to test your charm."

Jiro is talking nonsense with his eyes open like this.

Because of these words, I traveled thousands of miles to the mercenary group of the directly affiliated company in the port of Mafia and fought with a group of big men for more than two months, just to catch the dog who was addicted to harming women of good families. .

"You've worked hard, little Ateng," Jiro on the other end of the phone asked with a smile, "Is there any progress in the commission?"

"Yes," I replied with the phone between my shoulders and cheeks, clipping my nails, "I may meet someone who is suspected to be the target of the mission tomorrow."

"what is his name?"

"Osamu Dazai."