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Click, click—

It's the sound of gears turning.

While Ogai Mori, the leader of the Port Mafia, entered the security isolation facility, three automatic rifles were pulled by the machinery and aimed at Xia Jiang's head.

A high-power gun modified by the development department, the power of a single bullet is enough to make Xia Jiang's head explode.

Mori Ogai stepped forward, one step, two steps, and calmly stepped into the dangerous distance.

Mori Ou called out: "Miss Yuan."

Xia Jiang, who was staring blankly at his palm, raised his head upon hearing this, and said, "Xia Jiang."

After about three seconds passed, she said, "Call me Xia Jiang, don't mention that last name that makes me sick."

"Okay, Miss Xia Jiang." Mori Ogai changed his words and said, "Welcome to the Port Mafia | Hand Party."

Zhongyuan Zhong, who was captured back to the port organization two years ago, also felt a little uncomfortable—these words sound familiar.

However, Xia Jiang's attitude is much better than the arrogant "It's an honor to be invited" when he was also confined to a chair in the middle of the year.

Xia Jiang remained silent on what Mori Ogai said as if he didn't hear it.

Mori Ogai, who has seen all kinds of people, is not annoyed. As the leader of the organization, he must have a demeanor and a castle that can't show emotions.

"I heard that you, who were exhausted, killed 35 of my subordinates with just a scalpel." Mori Ogai lowered his head and looked at Xia Jiang's still trembling hands.

"Still using such a pair of scarred hands."

Xia Jiang frowned slightly, and fisted his hands covered with fine scratches.

Mori Ogai continued: "I just don't know if Miss Xia Jiang's hands were trembling like they are now when she killed someone."

Without waiting for Xia Jiang's answer, Mori Ogai had already reached a conclusion.

"Probably not. A hand that trembles when holding a scalpel will not kill 75 people within ten days."

Xia Jiang raised his head, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

The tea-haired girl asked: "What do you know, the mafia who kill people like hemp and use their lives and blood to pile up profits?"

She is angry.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had a similar experience, did not doubt at all. If she was given a knife at this time, this dangerous woman would be killed by the leader.

He warned aloud: "Hey, be honest."

"It's okay, Chuya-kun." Mori Ogai took another step forward and said, "I understand, Xia Jiang-kun, because——I am also a doctor."

The name has changed.

The chief's intention is to solicit.

Ango Sakaguchi, who had already noticed this, pushed his glasses and wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead.

Chuya Nakahara was thinking: Will such a disgusting way of soliciting really succeed?

After thinking that he was a successful case, he simply discarded this doubt.

"Doctor, ah, yes." Xia Jiang said calmly: "When a doctor kills someone, his hands will indeed shake."

"That's not what I meant, Mr. Xia Jiang." Mori Ogai said, "As a doctor, he is also a doctor who has killed people. I understand the doubts in Mr. Xia Jiang's heart very well."

Xia Jiang asked: "Then how did you, a doctor who became the leader of the mafia, deal with it?"

"This answer, rather than letting me tell it." Mori Ogai stretched out his hand, and there was a silver-white scalpel in his palm. "Why don't let Mr. Xia Jiang experience it for himself."

The tea-haired girl trembled, she raised her head and glanced at Mori Ogai, and after the other party nodded, she stretched out her hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at Xia Jiang vigilantly. The moment her fingertips covered the scalpel, the red light of the supernatural power had already wrapped her.

"I know what you're thinking." Xia Jiang raised his head and said, "This is an exchange, sir."

This is how Yuan Xiajiang, the future medical team leader of the port mafia, became attached to the port organization.

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The Port Mafia | The hand gang took 35 lives, and returned with a reserve soldier carefully trained by Academy City, which is barely worth the money.

But when it comes to the stability of Xiajiang, no matter how you look at it, the port organization has lost.

Sitting on the chair by the window, Nakaya crossed his legs and stared impatiently at his subject.

Xia Jiang, who just joined the organization, is considered an unstable factor and needs supervision.

Chuya, who perfectly crushed the opponent in terms of force value and was able to achieve the suppression effect, became the supervisor.

However, it was not Xia Jiang who was changing the medicine for the mafia members that bothered Zhongya, but the person sitting on the chair separated from Zhongya by a small round table.

Zhong Yuanzhong also squinted his eyes, glanced at his partner who was humming a ditty and shaking his head, and asked, "Why do you run to the medical team every day?"

Osamu Dazai had a beating smile on his face: "A brat like Chuya won't understand."

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched his lips, his ID card date was two months older than this mackerel.

This guy was mocking him again for being short, and he really couldn't behave well no matter how hard he beat him.

"Mr. Dazai, don't interfere with my treatment." Xia Jiang said without raising his head, "If you are not sick, please go out and turn left. No one is left in the medical room."

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that when he went out and turned left, it was the garbage bin gathering place on the third floor.

The mouth is really poisonous, this little girl.

Xia Jiang can't be regarded as a "little" girl, she clearly has a cute and soft face, even her hair is soft and fluffy, but she has a height of nearly 1.8 meters.

To use Osamu Dazai's words to describe it, it is probably "look at my long legs that have nowhere to rest."

"Hey~ It's too much." Osamu Dazai resorted to the usual coquettish method, closed his eyes and said, "I am obviously injured all over, but Xiao Xiajiang refuses to treat me."

"Mr. Dazai, if you want to treat him so much." Xia Jiang raised his head and looked at Dazai through plain glasses. "I can cast|castrate you."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

These words are really painful to hear, and the cool breeze blows.

Osamu Dazai stood up and walked towards the door consciously: "Ah, I suddenly remembered that Mr. Mori called me in the morning."

Hearing the footsteps of his partner walking away, Zhong Yuan could only complain in his heart: "It's already evening."

Xia Jiang used zip to sew up the debridement wound, and then used OK bandage to stick the suture well.After sending away the Mafia members with inflamed wounds, Xia Jiang finally ushered in the shift shift time.

She raised her head, looked at the red-haired boy who was in charge of supervising her, and asked for his consent.

"It's already 17:03."

Fortunately, Zhong Yuanzhong is also a good boss who doesn't torture people and treats his subordinates very well.

The red-haired boy said: "Let's go, the apartment allocated to you should have been cleaned up."

During the week Xia Jiang was captured by the port mafia, she lived in the security facility for the first three days. Later, when the security facility had new guests, she slept in the duty room of the medical team.

The bed in the safety facility is very hard, and after sleeping all night, my back hurts, like being run over by a wheel.The bed in the duty room of the medical team was not bad. Maybe there were too many grievances in the medical area organized by the port. She had been having nightmares for three consecutive days.

Xia Jiang has no complaints about poor sleep quality.

The time after she left Academy City was very difficult. Compared with the week of being kidnapped, the hard bed board and the nightmare that lasted all night were already heaven.

"Excuse me." Xia Jiang followed the pace of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

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Zhongyuan Zhong also parked his car in front of a large supermarket chain.

"Hey, get out of the car and buy the daily necessities you need." He unlocked the car door and warned, "Don't try to escape while there are so many people. I can easily catch you and break your neck."

Facing the threat of Yokohama's force ceiling, Xia Jiang did not show the slightest timidity.

"Then please watch me, senior." Xia Jiang walked towards the entrance of the supermarket. "Before I find out the answer, I don't want to become a dead ghost because of being scattered by the flow of people."

What Xia Jiang said was undoubtedly finding fault, but with that expressionless, somewhat dull face, it was completely impossible to anger Zhongya Zhongyuan.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered and said, "You're quite sharp-tongued."

"I won't run away, in other words—" Xia Jiang said: "If you lose me, it will be all your own fault, Senior."

"How dare you say it, you." Zhong Yuanzhong was not angry either, he wanted to play with the other party instead when he was provoked by such overreaching.

——The flag should not be erected indiscriminately.

Zhong Yuanzhong also hurriedly ran in the supermarket, looking for Xia Jiang's trace.

He was bumped by a child just now, and as soon as he lowered his head, the people in his field of vision were lost.

Before he passed the aisle of toiletry products and was about to turn into the area of ​​feminine care products, he saw Ango Sakaguchi who walked in first.

"..." Zhong Yuan was also silent for a while.

——Are you buying sanitary napkins and panty liners for your girlfriend?

He remembered that this intelligence officer who belonged to the leader should be a bachelor.

There are problems, there are big problems.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped at the corner, and when he was thinking about the so-called big problem, he found the trace of Xia Jiang.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses and said, "Miss Xia Jiang, see you soon."

Xia Jiang turned around, and she lowered her head to fumble for the handbag, where there was a ceramic knife just taken off the shelf.

Zhong Yuanzhong also understood that Ango Sakaguchi appeared in this kind of place just to talk to Xia Jiang.

"Miss Xia Jiang, please put down the knife, I'm here to help you." Ango Sakaguchi said, "With your strength, you should be able to easily escape from the Port Mafia | hand gang. You haven't left yet, probably because you have a reason to be hacked by the Port |The hand is in my hand, I can-"

Xia Jiang interrupted him: "I stayed here voluntarily."

An Wu froze, unable to speak for a long time.

"Stop talking to yourself, intelligence dealer." Xia Jiang said, "Do you think I can forgive you if you do this?"

This was the first time Chuya Nakahara heard obvious emotions from the girl's words.

"If it wasn't because of you reselling information many times, if I hadn't lost the only relative who is connected by blood—" Xia Jiang held the ceramic knife with one hand, and there was unconcealable anger in her words. "And what do you think is the difference between the Anbu and the port organization?"