I! Black Organization Boss

After thinking for a while, he held the jug again and shook it at his "tablemate": "Would you like a drink?"

The young social animal turned his head, gave him a gloomy look, and then nodded: "Okay."

Ryazan smiled and poured him a cup directly.

The young social animal picked up the wine glass and drank it.

Halfway through the drink, he coughed violently and spilled the wine in the glass.

Seeing his flushed face, Ryazan grinned.

This little guy is pretty funny.

Without saying a word, he poured another glass: "Drink slowly, drink slowly, don't be in a hurry."

The young social animal was a little annoyed.

I was frustrated in love and in the workplace. I didn't expect to drink a drink well!

Furious, he poured all the wine in the glass into his mouth in one gulp.

This time, his face was even redder.

Ryazan poured him a third glass while asking the boss for two more jugs of wine.

Anyway, he was idle and had nothing to do, just chatting with this bitter and hated buddy.

After a few drinks, the young social animals talk more and more, sometimes complaining about work, sometimes complaining about colleagues, like a deep grievance from some cold palace.

Ryazan listened cheerfully, but was not impatient.

After a while, he said with great interest: "I see that you seemed to be making up your mind just now. Did you encounter something unhappy again? Do you want to talk about it?"

Under Ryazan's gaze, the young social animal hesitated for a moment.

Then, as soon as he gritted his teeth, his heart sank, he slammed the table on the table, his face flushed, and said: "Nakajima Hideaki, that bastard... He's damned! He's damned!!"

"If it wasn't for him, Ryomei wouldn't have died!"

"You said that I am unhappy...? This is where I am unhappy, this is the anger I have hidden for so many years!"

Saying that, he picked up the suitcase beside his feet.

"The day after tomorrow... the day after tomorrow, at the company's press conference, I will use this bomb to smash that bastard in Nakajima into pieces! Hahaha!!"

In his wild laughter, Ryazan stared at the box for a few seconds.

Then, as if thinking of something, he smiled.

Seeing Ryazan's appearance, the young social animal became a little annoyed.

"What are you laughing at, don't you look down on me too?! Do you?!"

Ryazan shook his head.

Under the gaze of the young social animal, he smiled slightly.

"No, no, I think your idea is wonderful, and I am very optimistic about you."

"It's just... you don't have enough energy, and the mechanism is not clever enough, and it's easy to malfunction."

"I just happen to have a better product in my hand, how about it, as long as you bleed a little, I'll sell it to you!"

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The young social animal was stunned.

He blinked, wondering if he drank too much and had hallucinations.

Ryazan turned around and walked out of the izakaya. After a while, he walked in with an iron box.

"Come and see my goods."

"Triple insurance, two trigger modes, when you don't need it bàozhà, you can smash it with a road roller, and when you need bàozhà, it will never be misfired!"

Under the unbelievable gaze of the young social animal, he opened the iron box: "Look, such a large warhead is made of professional plastic, not the kind of coquettish bitch that is dissolved in nitrocellulose and ethanol!"

"Look at this trigger fuze again. Whether it's a communication trigger or a physical trigger, it can respond instantly, and never give people reaction time!"

"Look at this anti-collision buffer layer..."

"If you use the kind you made yourself, you might just touch it on the road, and you won't be able to kill the enemy at that time, but instead you will pit yourself. Wouldn't it be a big loss?"

"And this kind of self-made bomb, if there is a problem with the electrodes, and there is no immediate bàozhà when opening the suitcase, the other party may throw the box out and save his life... Next time you want to design such a game, you can It won't be easy!"

Listening to Ryazan's detailed explanation, the young social animal was first confused, then surprised, and finally held Ryazan's hand in surprise.

"This is God's instruction, God's instruction! It must be the guy in Nakajima who has lost his conscience and can't even stand up to gods and Buddhas, so he sent you to guide me!"

Saying that, he took out his wallet with a little trembling, and took out a passbook from it.

"This is my bank certificate of deposit. It contains 80 yen in my deposit. Please sell me your bomb!"

Ryazan nodded with satisfaction, one hand of money and one hand of goods.

For him, there is basically no difference between this amount of money, he just wants a sense of ritual, so that he is also comfortable, and the other party is also comfortable.

Under the grateful gaze of the young social animal, he smiled and said, "For the sake of you and me, I will tell you my name. Remember, never tell anyone else."