Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

Yokohama at night has more hazy and melancholy beauty than any other city.Maybe it's because of the romantic and gorgeous exotic style, or maybe it's because of the busyness of Qianfan Gathering. In the dead of night, there will always be a sense of loneliness brewing and fermenting in the air full of seawater humidity.

In such a hazy night, even the most diligent social animals should turn off their mobile phones and go to sleep to accumulate strength for the next day's work, but in Yokohama - there are always people who can't sleep at night and walk alone on the street.

"Night belongs to Mafia."

A woman in a long black coat and a long red scarf crookedly wore a black bowler hat, and her high-heeled shoes knocked out crisp syllables on the concrete floor.

Da, da, da... da, da, da...

"Boss, please, please give me a chance, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore..." The man in a panic put his hands on the ground and retreated into the corner: "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, BOSS, BOSS! The ancestors praised me for my loyalty, I can be a dog for you, please spare my life, I don’t want to die!”

The woman stepped on stilettos and stood opposite him condescendingly: "Oh?"

She let loose her long black hair like a snake, and her brown eyes were empty and silent: "I don't want to die... That little thing I crushed to death just said that while crying."

"But there is no way, the intestines are rotten, and the stomach is full of loose yellow white/powder. You say that you are just a mafia, do you need to transport things with live children? Oh, this is not very strict, after all Maifa It’s still a human, but you’re not, but it’s about the same.” She knelt down and pinched his chin with a smile, the man’s pupils constricted and he kept muttering “Forgive me, I was wrong”, his sanity almost collapsed — he couldn’t escape No matter what, you can't escape!

If time could be turned back, he would never listen to the bewitching words of those "old men".This woman... This woman is not like they say she can be controlled as a puppet in her hands!She is a predator, even if she looks more like a plaything with gorgeous fur, it is just a disguise to deceive the prey, and her real body is still the overlord at the top of the food chain!

wrong!wrong!Everyone was wrong!

"Don't you... don't you like this?" She smiled innocently like a small animal, "You are my elder, out of respect and politeness, you can choose a nobler way of death. I can do it, I have no objection. "

"Ah!" In extreme fear, the man pulled out the gun and aimed at her eyes and pulled the trigger. After the sound, pale golden ripples floated lazily, and the bullets "jingled" to the ground.

The black-haired woman shrugged helplessly: "It seems that you can't choose, so... I will decide for you? Remember to take good care of the old man for me when you see the first generation!"

She always smiled and spoke respectfully, and stood up again.From the side, it can be seen that the head of the man who was blocked into a dead corner showed a strange angle, slanted and drooped on his chest, his eyes were wide open and his eyeballs protruded, and his throat was strangled to death in fear and despair.

He bowed his head to appreciate the masterpiece, and when the hand that strangled his throat was raised to the side, someone offered a disinfectant wipe at the right time.

"Thank you boss, all the 'Minister Gu Ming' left by the other generations have been wiped out today, may I ask in what name should I announce the reason for the execution?" The long-haired man in a white doctor's coat carefully wiped every part of her hands. One inch of skin, after confirming the completion, fold the wet wipes squarely and put them in your pocket.

The woman sighed and began to complain: "Ah... why did I stay up so late and run around to solve problems for the seniors? The reason for the execution? Rebellion, defection, reckless behavior, disobedience, whatever, death Now, I'm not obliged to worry about dead people thinking about what to engrave on their tombstones."

"Tell the people below to clean up and throw it at the disposal site." She got up and didn't even look at the dead body on the ground: "The doctor is gone. I'd rather go to Rainbow to listen to the little buddies tell jokes and have a glass of wine if I have the time."

The man frowned slightly, and soon returned to a calm smile when she turned her gaze back: "You should rest, when you wake up tomorrow morning, PortMafia will be your organization alone."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter." She turned around, waving the corners of her straight clothes in a beautiful and unrestrained arc, leaving a tall back in the doctor's eyes: "I'm so cold, can't I set the time to do it during the day?"

"If you wish so much, I'll pay attention to it in the future." He glanced at the ugly face of the corpse, thinking about it and resisting the idea of ​​dissecting it—it's too disgusting, the scalpel will be dirty.

In fact, there will be no future.After tonight, the Queen of the Night, who has gained a firm foothold with iron and blood, will no longer have the need to personally execute her subordinates, and no one is qualified to do it herself.

She stuffed her hands in her trouser pockets, and walked out of the intersection with her clothes on. She hung her polo coat as a shawl on her shoulders, and one sleeve on one side shook back and forth with her walking movements: "Doctor Sen, write down for me what to do next." It's easy to ban drugs and people, but it's not easy to capsize, it's too sinful."

"Boss, if this happens, the organization will lose a lot of income." He walked in the blind spot behind her, but he was not repelled.The man laughed when he found this detail: "If you need it, it's not like the people below can't work hard to come up with new ways of making money."

"Then let them think about it. I heard that there is a vacant lot near the port that needs to be foreclosed? Get me that piece of land at any cost. Then tell those guys who asked for the container that the money won't arrive within a day, The things will be returned to me directly, and the price will be doubled if you want to mention it again. Damn, do you think I am a housekeeper!"

She stopped talking when she got to the side of the car, and waited for someone to open the car door before she lowered her head and sat in the back seat.

The person in charge of driving her was a red-haired boy who looked a little anxious and looked several years older than his actual age: "Boss, where do you want to go?"

She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, Mr. Sen and Times replied: "Go back to the port, BOSS needs to rest."

"Yes!" He started the car and suddenly braked suddenly on the way.Four seconds later, an explosion occurred 500 meters ahead, and the door opened. The black-haired woman walked towards the explosion site as if to check the scene.

A small red dot lighted up in a trance, and the next moment gunshots rang out, and the sniper hiding in the dark shot through her head, and was surprised to find that the new leader of PortMafia, who had fallen to the ground, slowly melted away as if melting. Disappeared?

"Brother, how do you tell jokes?"

A cold voice sounded from behind, and the sniper/sniper suddenly turned his head and punched, and was killed by a military stab coming from nowhere.She put away her weapon and looked down: "It seems that you are not very good at telling jokes, what a pity."

After a light golden flash, she reappeared in the car: "Let's go, let Guangjin take someone to pick up the corpse."

The car restarted, and Dr. Sen twirled his fingers while sitting in the passenger seat: "Boss, I want to take a leave of absence this morning. Alice was shot, and I need some sugar to improve my mood."

"Yeah." She closed her eyes and leaned on the leather back seat to confirm the leave, and the car returned to silence.The red-haired boy carefully turned on the hot air, and drove the car smoothly into the first floor of the black building without stopping.The two teams in black suits respectfully opened the car door, and the three people in the car got down and walked into the hall together. Naturally, other people drove the leader's car to a special repair shop for maintenance and inspection.

"Oda is off work, and Dr. Mori is on vacation. I'm going to catch up on sleep. If there's something urgent, wake me up." She took off her coat, hung the scarf on her hand, walked into the bedroom next to the office, turned around and shut the two of them together. outside the door.

Four guards with guns stepped forward to guard the door. Dr. Mori smiled and looked at his colleagues: "So, Oda-kun, let's have a drink together?" The young man who wanted to enjoy the spicy curry hesitated for a moment or obeyed the workplace Rule: "You please."

The two took the elevator to leave the black building, and the latter looked up at the almost invisible roof: "Is it really okay to let the boss stay on the top floor?"

"You underestimate Ms. Rimbaud too much. In a sense, we are all her burdens, Oda-kun." The black-haired man said helplessly: "But you, no matter what, do not want to do the job of killing people. What is the reason? ?”

"Are you ordering as a senior, or...?" He turned his eyes and glanced, paused slightly and continued walking.Dr. Sen smiled playfully: "Of course I am asking the question in my personal capacity, but I occasionally give some advice that a reliable senior can give?"

"Oh, then, can you recommend a literature literacy class?" He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lowered his head, bit one and lit it, and sent the cigarette case away but was stopped by the doctor: "Sorry, I don't smoke."

He smiled and continued the topic: "Oda-kun wants to enter the field of literature? It's really a good hobby and deserves recognition."

"Thank you." The boy stared at him with a cigarette between his fingers and replied earnestly: "I want to be a family, and writing is writing life. How can a person who writes life take his life? Boss allowed me to pursue my dream and gave me I am very grateful for being able to stick to the ideal job of not killing people, and you don't have to suspect that I am an undercover agent sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"Ahahahahahaha, although Oda-kun is dull, he accidentally hit the bull's-eye." The doctor smiled like a generous elder, and suddenly put away his expression and turned his face sideways: "It's not the best."

Otherwise, you can only think about the so-called ideal in your dreams.

At this moment, Miss Attila Rimbaud, the new leader of PortMafia, who was supposed to be asleep in the bedroom, was pinching her mobile phone and angrily sending a message—Master Farming!I have already become a leader and gained a firm foothold!When can I quit?If you continue, you won't be able to leave!Fucking wool, if the truth is revealed, do you want to kill all the subordinates?

Fuck, I'm just an undercover agent, why is this happening? ? ?

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In a word——Miss Rimbaud's journey to become a boss after the explosion on Radium Bowl Street and amnesia was picked up by the Supernatural Secret Service...

Post a chapter an hour, it's very interesting.