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

"Oh... the current situation! How can we support you to withdraw?" Rimbaud's bald chief Tan Tian Shantou laughed silently on the other side of the phone, and then tried to restrain his voice and said in a serious tone: "Miss Rimbaud, you just This is a test given by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. In any case, please restrain PortMafia, the giant dragon that has lost its head. Just say what you need, and I will arrange the protection contract for you first. Your own people , It's easy to talk about it. I'm busy, take care of yourself!"

"No, I... Eh? Farming Chief?!" The phone was hung up mercilessly, and Rimbaud turned over and wailed, "Ah!"What's going on, is she going to lead her younger brothers into the police station to surrender?It will make the opponents on the road laugh to death!

PortMafia is an irreplaceable organization in Yokohama. It has provided tens of thousands of jobs for the society. If she dares to disband the organization today, tomorrow the farming chief will pick up a small fan and beat her up.

There was no way, she was seriously injured back then and was taken back to the hospital by the search team of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. After recovering from her injury, she couldn't remember what happened before anyway.It was only after many setbacks that people determined that her name was "R·Attila N·Rimbaud" through the hat she carried with her, and guessed that she probably came from France according to the alphabet and spelling rules.

Everything else is gone.No passport, no identity, no papers, no memory, nothing.

Miss Lan Bo, who was unwilling to eat nothing, soon discovered that she was still a person with supernatural powers. The subspace opened up by supernatural powers is very convenient for running around, so she simply stayed in the supernatural secret service department to start a "black job" ".Later, he was selected as an undercover agent to infiltrate PortMafia by virtue of his strange foreign appearance, commonly known as Erwuzi...

Facts have proved that talented people will attract everyone's attention wherever they are, even if they are twenty-five boys.Miss Lan Bo's journey went smoothly and was appreciated by all the bosses, and she was promoted from a pawn picking up corpses to a cadre...

Then the leader's sudden-onset Alzheimer's disease made Yokohama a mess, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division asked her to solve this problem... Well, the problem was solved perfectly, people were killed, the corpses were thrown into the subspace, and everything was fine.

The only small omission is that she was unlucky to be blocked by the boss's exclusive doctor before she ran away, and she was about to reveal her supernatural ability to activate again in time. She was sure that she had defeated a heart-wrenching first-generation boss...

actually!Of course!live!up!

Completely under the control of her consciousness, yet retaining the appearance and behavior habits of her life, this is simply the most seamless disguise!

The "leader" repelled the doctor and refused the medicine and examination and locked himself in the bedroom. Everyone thought this was another round of dementia and didn't pay much attention. Rimbaud took advantage of this gap to ask for help from the headquarters—fuck Yes, things got serious, what should I do?

The idea of ​​farming Shantouhuo is quite good-don't run away, you just pack up and take the lead, first stabilize the situation so that everyone in Yokohama does not collapse together, and then find a way to support you in withdrawing.

Therefore, Ms. Lanbo, a foreign worker, became the new leader of PortMafia in such a hurry, and tried her best to save the life of the private doctor Mori Ogai after the "old leader" made a will in public and "died of illness". It was because he was afraid that this guy would tear himself out before jumping over the wall and getting shot.

Unexpectedly, this person is quite easy to handle, and everything is arranged just right, which can be regarded as a windfall.

And then... there is no more.Those who were more powerful than her in the militant faction were assassinated or executed by her, and now PortMafia is in her pocket.

however……

"Ah... I don't want to work... I want to take a vacation..." Miss Rimbaud, who was alone without any burden of image, rolled around on the big bed a few times, and finally fell into the quilt and remained motionless.

What are you doing, this mafia entrenched in the port uses smuggling and drug trafficking as its main source of income.Leaving aside those contraband items, she didn't want to count the amount of tax evasion every year.

Smuggling is such a thing that people with bad brains can't even count it. Miss Lanbo said that she would rather go out and open Wushuangtui territory.It's a pity that none of the Mafia's territory was won by the leader alone, not to mention that the leader Rimbaud is really lazy, he has no intention of working at all, he just wants to fish in the water.

Her reason is also very good - I am a foreigner with amnesia, what if the position before amnesia is opposite to yours?So Jingye came back from the memories of the future and found that he was not a human being inside and outside, so why not take a leisurely life...

what to do?It's better to defect directly, quit the strike and love whoever you love.

This is also a good way, leaving a will to designate an heir and then pretending to be attacked and killed, she can go back to the Supernatural Secret Service Division and continue to live a life like a rice bug...

She touched her chin very excitedly, no matter what she thought, she felt that the success rate of this plan was at least as high as 90.00%.The ambition shining in the eyes of the private doctor Mori Ogai is also blind. It just so happens that one of them wants to resign and go on strike and the other wants to work hard, so why don't they change?

Alas... this year's Assassin is not good, why is there no one reliable?Should she "suicide"?The problem is that there must be a plausible reason for suicide, so that people can't continue to investigate to avoid revealing the truth in the future... It's very embarrassing.

"Alas..." After a busy night, she went around carrying information to execute the assassin, and she finally fell asleep after complaining a few words.Go to bed quickly, you have to read the documents when you get up tomorrow, and if you lose your mind and draw ducklings on the documents, you will probably be stinged all over your head by Dr. Sen.

The next morning she was woken up by the cooing pigeons outside the window.I don't know whose family raised it. The white ground flower is fat and fat. After eating the bread crumbs she casually scattered outside, I identified this "canteen" and came here from time to time.

"Don't go 'coo coo coo coo coo' endlessly, I still want to coo." She opened the window and looked at it for a while, then closed it, got up, washed, put on a suit, put on a coat, put on a hat, and glanced in the mirror.

Damn, this look is handsome, but I just don't like it. I'm obviously a good citizen... She leaned closer to the mirror and studied it for a few seconds, happily decided to skip work in the afternoon and go out to buy a choker to play with.

"Work, work, finish the work~" She opened the door and raised her chin at the four guards with guns outside.

These people were members of the guerrillas directly under the leader to be bodyguards. They might arrange shifts according to the time, but Rimbaud was a little face-blind, and he never knew whether these people had changed or not.

Should have changed it...

She just opened the document review while distracted, it was nothing more than how much contribution each branch received, a few small organizations sneaked in to fight the autumn wind, a few more idiots who wanted to compete for the position of the port boss, and some Arrangements in the smuggling business.

Those who can really become PortMafia's customers are often those dignitaries, and there are always cheaters who don't want to take the usual path and want to get some moths that are different from others to kill them.Someone who is simpler wants to raise a live Gabonese viper, someone who is more complicated wants to buy a princess of a small country to improve his style, and someone who is more energetic buys a tank to race in his own manor... There are only more weird ones, not the most weird ones.

In the face of such customers, you can't beat them to death, you can't give face, and you can't give face too much.If you kneel and lick, you will not only lower your value, but you will also be looked down upon. The speed in the middle is really the same as Schrödinger's cat. I don't know what state it is.

Very good, there is no prodigal spoiling her mood today. Miss Rimbaud hummed a little tune and put the documents on the table after approval. She looked at her watch and it was already lunch time, so she could run away after eating!

She lay down on the desk and waited for a while, her stomach grunted and still did not wait for lunch.

"Ah... I forgot that Dr. Sen asked for leave in the morning..." She clenched her fist and knocked on her forehead, and walked out of the office in a dignified manner, wearing a coat, and said to the guard outside: "Go and take the documents on the desk for me and distribute them to all departments."

The four guards exchanged glances silently, picked up the documents obediently and carried out the order, leaving room for the leader to skip work—what else can be done, the leader only has this hobby, safe and frugal, everyone reluctantly accompanied her to act and pretend to be nothing You know, otherwise your own boss would have to be stopped before he walked out of the gate, how pitiful!

Miss Lan Bo, who "successfully" skipped work, was in an extremely beautiful mood. Wrapped tightly in her black coat, she bought a can of coffee in the convenience store downstairs and held it in her hand to warm it up.

The salesperson couldn't find the change after searching for a long time, so he simply gave her a handful of lollipops, and she put the candies into the pocket of her coat, and went out to face the warm afternoon sun and walked slowly in a random direction.

Well...it doesn't matter which way you go. If there is an urgent need for her to go back, it's just a matter of opening a subspace. After a period of practice, she has mastered the space control ability. It is said that the bathroom will never run into the tea room!

The weather is so nice...the sun is so warm...it feels like the softness under my feet is about to melt away...

Wait, isn't it supposed to be soft when it's about to melt away?Why are my feet so soft?

She looked down, and there was a leg wearing a school uniform under her feet—pants, boy.Moving his gaze upwards, he turned out to be a boy with black hair and squinting eyes, about the age of middle school, wearing a school uniform hat on his head.A little distressed and at a loss, just sitting on the side of the road like a stray cat waiting for fate.

"You stepped on me, big sister!" The boy's squinting eyes were cute, but what he said was not very pleasant.

Rimbaud considers himself a young and beautiful girl who has just reached the age of adulthood in this country, and is completely unwilling to put the old and rustic personal pronouns like "big sister" on top of his head.

But it was she who offended others first, so she remembered the change at the convenience store just now, took out the lollipop that was nowhere to be consumed from her pocket, and stuffed it to him as an apology: "Sorry, I didn't look carefully at the road, step on it It's your turn, do you need to go to the hospital?"

The boy took the lollipop, picked out a favorite one and tore open the package and put it in his mouth. He looked up at the lady in black in front of him and muttered vaguely: "Red bean rice cake soup and thick dim sum."

Rimbaud understood, what he meant was "I will forgive you if you treat me to red bean rice cake soup and thick dim sum."

Well, well, it seems that I can only buy Choker next time, and get rid of this little guy for now.

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