For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

Ango is a triple spy.

As a member of the government agency, he was sent to the port of Mafia two years ago to serve as the connection hub between the supernatural criminal organization and the government. Little did he know that the black leader of the port, Sen Ouwai, had already figured out his identity and transformed the undercover agent. became a sharp blade in his hand.

In order to obtain a license for the opening of the power, Mori Ogai let Ango sneak into MIMIC and secretly built a bridge for smuggling.

After MIMIC successfully landed in Japan, the government tried to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, inciting MIMIC to deal with Mafia, a tough nut to crack. Who knows, this is exactly what Mori Ogai wanted, who brought the negotiation to the surface to defeat MIMIC. Obtain a power opening license in exchange for it.

And Sakanosuke Oda was at best a victim who was thrown away to clean up the mess.

I just found out what kind of incredible news...

If I rashly pierce this layer of window paper and disrupt Mori Owai's plan, then I will definitely be remembered by Mafia. This is not an easier task than wiping Dazai's neck, not to mention that the latter can destroy the corpse and destroy the traces. The former even has Enoda Helping to cover up will reveal the truth sooner or later.

Can't do that.

Otherwise, go and smack Oda's side first.

I glanced at the music tape on the table, um, by the way, take this and return it to him.

After that, I called Oda and asked him to meet. The latter said that he would go to the import licensing office tomorrow, which was the shelter that Dazai had prepared for the orphans that Oda had adopted.

"Okay," I set the time, "then I'll go find you there tomorrow."

The weather the next day was really good, and when I went downstairs, I could see a cat lying on the steps lazily basking in the sun.

"Ah..." I took a taxi to the coastal area, and when I got off the bus, I looked at my watch, and Emma was half an hour ahead of schedule.

If I had known that there was no traffic jam, I would have come later!

However, it was too late, I could only sigh and head towards the office with the bag in hand.

In a trance, a seemingly non-existent "help" came into my ears.

Help? !

I was suddenly alert and immediately gathered chakra around my eyes.

The field of vision extended infinitely in this second, and I saw my destination, downstairs in the office, a group of people dressed as homeless were dragging a few children.

The one dragged out of the building...could it be an orphan adopted by Oda? !

That's okay, I dropped the bag without hesitation and ran over there.

"Go away!"

I shouted loudly, and the man who was strangling a girl's neck with a sub-machine/gun subconsciously glanced over here, I seized the opportunity to hit his chest with my finger, and supported him with my hand when he fell backwards. The ground, kicked the other person's chin with his foot.

There was another enemy next to him. He was about to point his gun at me, but before that finger pulled the trigger, I was in front of him in an instant. The palm of my hand slashed his wrist. He changed his fists sideways and swiped directly at his head.

In a blink of an eye, the three fell to the ground, unable to move.

"Okay, that's amazing!" the child behind him exclaimed.

"Don't stand still," I stepped on the enemy's back to prevent him from getting up, "Is there a rope, lend me a bundle."

A boy who looked a little older nodded immediately and ran back to the office to collect a bundle of ropes. I rolled up my sleeves and **** these enemies one by one.

Something fell out of their clothes when they were tying them up. I picked it up and saw that it was a very old grey hand/gun with a specific pattern on the hammer.

Soldiers of MIMIC?

"Hey," I asked with a frown, pinching the chin of one of them, "who sent you to arrest these children... Maybe I should ask, why are you arresting these children?"

He struggled constantly, trying to break free from my hand. When I saw that the situation was wrong, I immediately punched him. This man's head was hit in the wrong direction, and the force was so severe that the children behind him gasped.

At the same time, he vomited blood mixed with molars containing poison.

I looked up and saw that both of his companions had bitten through the poison and committed suicide, and the speed of their movements was dumbfounding.

"I'm sorry, you're unlucky today," I put my hand into my pocket, took out a kunai, then turned to look at the child behind me, "Go back to the house, you can't come out without my permission."

This group of children looked quite brave, but no matter how brave they were, they couldn't watch such a **** scene. At my urging, they guarded the little one and went back to the room, leaving only me and the MIMIC soldiers with big eyes. Small eyes.

I held his forehead with Kuwu, and slowly pulled out a smile: "So, I started?"

...

This interrogation has been dealt with by Mosaic because it is too brutal and improper.

The wind was noisy and the leaves trembled slightly. I put Kuwu back in my pocket and shouted upstairs: "Come down!"

They seem to have been prepared for a long time, and the speed of going downstairs is very fast.

"Who are you?" the eldest boy asked, standing in front of the other children.

I was about to answer when the sound of a paper bag falling to the ground was heard, and we all turned to look, only to see Oda standing there with surprise on his face.

"This..." Oda looked around and found blood on the ground, "What's going on?"

"MIMIC's soldiers are coming to arrest your children," I told him, "I killed them, and I got a message from one of them that the location of the shelter has been revealed, and who revealed it to them? what..."

I paused: "Maybe I need to talk to you alone."

After sending the children to the second floor, we chatted for a long time in the office conference room, and I told all my guesses. Oda was obviously surprised at first, but later, he accepted the fact.

"I didn't expect that a lower-level member like me would have the value of being used."

"This place is no longer suitable for hiding," I casually took out a pen and paper from the junk pile next to it, and wrote a line of address on it, "This is my current home address, you can go there to hide first, don't worry, absolutely Safety."

Above is the armed detective agency led by Fukuzawa Yukichi. No one dares to be presumptuous with him.

Oda didn't reply for a while, but I knew his concerns and said, "Don't worry about Gide and Moriouwai, I'll help you settle it."

Oda hesitated for a while: "What are your plans?"

Hearing this, I put down my pen and started to seal.

In less than a second, two Oda Sakanosuke appeared in the room.

"Gide and the others are pursuing redemption, but that doesn't mean you have to accept it," I kept Oda's appearance and said to him, who opened his eyes slightly, "Let me take care of everything from now on, you You just need to plan your future life well... By the way, I moved the body of the MIMIC soldier to the car outside, and there is one alive, I didn't kill him, you can handle it."

Before leaving, the other party stopped me.

"Ito, what's your reason for doing all this?"

I pondered for a moment, but came back with an ambiguous answer: "You'll know."

After saying goodbye to Oda, I went to their current base based on the information from the MIMIC soldiers, which is located in the mountainous area to the west and is far from here, but at my speed it won't take long to get there.

As I walked, I took out a cell phone, which originally belonged to Oda, and I walked away when he wasn't paying attention.

I flipped open the phone cover, found Dazai's name from the directory contacts, and typed in a text message.

【I'm going to make a break with Gide】

Dazai regards Oda as a friend, and will definitely return to Mafia to transfer someone after seeing this text message, but Mori Ogai can't let him do that.

The two confronted each other and opened the skylight to say something bright. It was estimated that Oda would also find out that he had lost his mobile phone. He would use someone else's to call Dazai or send a message to explain the situation. At that time, Dazai would definitely rush. Come find me in the mountains to the west...

Hey, I don't know who is going to be cheaper.

In the headquarters of Port Mafia, everything went according to plan.

Dazai went to Mori Ogai as soon as he received the text message, and now the two are talking face to face.

"It was you who helped the MIMIC soldiers to smuggle to Japan," Dazai said in a nonchalant tone, "You knew from the beginning that Ango was a member of the Special Forces Division, and you set up such a bureau with great effort, not just to get What's in that envelope?"

Mori Owai held the black high-level envelope, and the smile on his face was unfathomable: "So, what reason do I have for a member of the 'cadre level' to save a member of the lowest level?"

They've already had a showdown.

From Ango's identity to Oda being used, every point is explained thoroughly.

"Do you know, Dazai-kun," Mori Ouai narrowed his eyes, "Actually, I originally wanted to give this important 'task' to that mercenary named Hyuga Ito."

Dazai's eyes changed.

"Neither a formal member of the port Mafia, but with strong strength and enough friendship to help you, he is the perfect candidate to eliminate the leader of MIMIC," his smile deepened, "but it is a pity that she and The relationship between Zhongye-kun is so good that I am even worried that Zhongye-kun might have animosity with us because of this."

"And that little girl is very smart. She knows when to step forward and when to restrain herself. She didn't want to get into the trap I set."

"It's a pity. If I had known about her existence earlier, I would have invited her to join Mafia in person. Maybe I'm already on the same level as you, Dazai-kun."

Dazai frowned slightly and was about to say something when suddenly the phone rang.

He took out his mobile phone, and the men next to him quickly raised their guns.

Mori Owai waved his hands before they put away the guns.

"The situation is not right, Dazai," the caller turned out to be Oda Tsukuru, "Ichito took my mobile phone and went to the MIMIC base by himself."

What? !

Dazai immediately turned off his mobile phone, turned around and walked out under the watchful eyes of the gunmen on both sides.

"Aren't you afraid that I order them to shoot?" Mori Owai said with a smile.

"It's not in your interest."

"Then what do you think it would be beneficial to rush to his side?"

"She's different." Dazai replied decisively, his normally calm tone seemed to fluctuate.

she?

Mori Owai was stunned for a moment, but did not answer for a while.

On the other side, the mountains in the west.

I came to what MIMIC soldiers called a ghostly cemetery. It was a bungalow full of religious colors. I lurked and assassinated all the way, and finally walked into the dilapidated dance hall where the leader Gide was.

Gide's ability is very similar to Oda's ability. Both can predict the future. This ability can ensure that they will be the first to know the enemy's move angle and suppress it, and obtain the final victory.

But if the predicted picture is his own death, then there is no point in avoiding it.

His firing speed was completely unable to keep up with my instant speed, and he would be killed before he had time to make a prediction.

It wasn't until the moment Gide fell to the ground that I released the transformation technique and returned to my original form.

There are too many ambushes in the ghost cemetery, there are landmines everywhere, and something went wrong. I.

I looked at the sea of ​​corpses and blood, dropped the dagger in my hand, and sat down on the spot, exhausted.

"It's been a long time since I killed someone with assassination," I muttered, relaxing my tense nerves, "I didn't expect it to rust..."

I was so tired that I wanted to lie down.

There was no one else nearby. After I had this thought, I decided to fall asleep, but before I could close my eyes, there would be hurried footsteps outside the ballroom. I struggled for a while, but chose to sit up.

"Dazai?"

The young man in front of him was still panting, obviously tired.

I originally wanted to say, why don't you find a place to lie down and let's rest together, but he went straight to me and knelt down, stretched out his arms and embraced me.

...

I was silent for a few seconds, then stretched out my arms to hug him, and patted the trembling back with my palms, like comforting, like an apology.