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

"Boss, this is the financial report for the third quarter." With a soft light in his purple eyes, he handed the report to her.

Rimbaud took a look at one and threw another in his hand. His white fingers were long and strong, and the action of throwing the report was so beautiful.

The doctor is a little distracted.

She squeezed into the chair in an awkward posture and flipped through the materials: "The casino and the mothers are so rich... What's the matter with the smuggling business, what did Dazai sell? Oh... it's this, the collection of the ancestors... ...As long as it is sold, he is happy. There is also a warehouse list for logistics..."

Page after page of reports fell on the ground, and it was for the first time that she really realized what a rich woman she really was.

Being rich is happiness.

"A whole year's salary, pension, working capital and reserve funds are enough, and you can use them at any time." He walked over and bent down to pick up the paper and restore it to a stack of reports and put it on her desk.

She looked at the last few pages and nodded: "First transfer the few people mentioned by Guangjin last time to the positions, and then find some jobs for a few young people to accumulate qualifications. You go and ask people to come, the meeting of the five major cadres... Forget it, there is only one cadre, just make do with a random meeting."

Soon the conference room was full of people again.

"I originally wanted to talk about holding a meeting of the five major cadres, but now we only have one cadre, Mr. Hongye. So I decided to fill the cadre seat and discuss with you the next plan for organizational development..."

The leader cunningly mixed the promotion with other orders, and passed all of them if they wanted to pass, or none of them if they didn't pass.In this way, even if the people below are unwilling to take back the medicine and population business, they can't do it. The eyes of those quasi-cadres are almost green, who dares to show their heads to fight?

Everyone is willing to improve their status, but when it comes to the abolition of drug and organ trade later on, not so many people respond.You can hardly imagine what kind of price those rich people are willing to pay to buy organs suitable for transplantation in order to survive.

At this time, the unpopular doctor stepped forward: "The BOSS is not embarrassing you. After entering the organization, don't you still want to get ahead and live a decent life? If this organization does not exist, where can you find a better one?" Opportunity?" The doctor standing beside the leader talked eloquently: "BOSS has already obtained a protection contract, and there are even better things, good things that allow everyone to enter and exit the police station with dignity... and the price is these two small businesses .”

"A business that doesn't make much money and is always troublesome, how can it compare to the dignity of everyone here?"

Not to mention a non-profitable business, even a profitable business is nothing compared to everyone's vital interests.There is no one who is short of money to attend the meeting. To them, money is just a string of numbers to prove themselves, and sometimes these numbers are not very useful.Now that there is better proof, more money and less money is no longer so important, and face is more important.

The result of the meeting was of course that everyone stood up and expressed their support for the leader's policy.

The giant organization with the same goal and direction is already amazing. From this day on, all ports in Yokohama have been turned upside down by PortMafia in black suits and black sunglasses.How much went the organization's route, and how much flowed into Yokohama from other places, all had to be figured out.Everyone is a gangster in the sea, and the basic style of doing things is wild and rough, which is a compliment. The boss said that these two things are not allowed to be done on the site, so no one should do it, and the boss can't be unhappy.

PortMafia lost its own arm in exchange for the government's protection and tolerance. Organizations large and small on the world map in Yokohama expressed that they were shocked.

Miss Rimbaud, why don't you play your cards according to the routine?It's agreed that everyone is a wild dog, why does your PortMafia have a queen shit shovel officer?And why are you so domineering and cut off everyone's money?

However, the leader of PortMafia said that he has more people, more guns and more money, so he can do whatever he wants.If you are not allowed to enter the port, you will not be allowed to enter the port. The whole family, who cannot understand human language, goes into the water together to feed the fish and cool them neatly.

"She's using our heads to please the police, cunning woman!" Cutting people's fortunes is like killing parents. The coast of Yokohama is clean, but Miss Rimbaud's scope of activities has been reduced again and again—there is always someone who can't think about it and wants to do it once and for all. Get rid of the huge rocks blocking the route, and the assassins will never stop.

She is not afraid of this kind of assassination without technical content, but the accompanying guards are not so good at it.In order to minimize unnecessary casualties, the leader had to stay in the dark office.A person's mood will turn bad if he can't get in the sun, and a woman who is in a bad mood will be more aggressive than before, so all the underworld organizations in the local area and even the entire Kanto region have become her punching bag. PortMafia swept across the Kanto Plain at an unbelievable speed of development, and even the traditional organizations in Hokkaido had to bow their heads and submit.

Then things fell into a strange cycle: someone always assassinated the leader of PortMafia—the leader killed the assassin with a backhand—the doctor picked out the information from the assassin—the PortMafia members rushed out to retaliate against the guy who spent money to hire the assassin— The assassin came to assassinate...

Even Rimbaud didn't know what happened. She didn't realize that something was wrong until she received another call from the farming chief.

Does PortMafia's character design change from "the evil of the port like a mad dog" to "the flower of the port that upholds justice in the other world"?

——Even got the "Permission to Open with Special Ability" issued by the government, and dragged his family from a rat in the sewer to a regular labor service company for people with supernatural abilities...

exist?Well, the French are lazy?How can you be so dedicated?

unacceptable!

There are only two Frenchmen who can fight since ancient times, Mr. Napoleon and Miss Joan of Arc. The good Napoleon is no longer French, so everyone should understand?

……

"I want to take a vacation..." The leader lying on the desk wailed routinely every day. At this time, only her personal doctor dared to ruthlessly present a thick stack of documents to be reviewed: "The next few days have arrested two small thief."

"Huh?" Little thief?Why did the little thief want to let her know about such a big battle?

He smiled softly: "It's a small group of minors on Radium Bowl Street. It's not worth paying attention to at first, but... stealing things is not a good habit, is it?"

Miss Leader looked at the report and thought it was true—it’s not a big deal for a child who has nothing to support to steal something to eat, but the problem is that it’s a bit too much to catch a sheep again and again.Anyone with a little brain should be vigilant about changing the place, but this group of cubs, who are not very smart, are all in this position and still staring at that warehouse without moving, feeling a little embarrassed.

Please, we are PortMafia, we specialize in smuggling, not helping orphanages, we have been eating for free for months, so we have to pay a price?

"So? It's enough to send a low-level team to teach them a lesson for such a trivial matter. What makes you think that this matter needs to be handled by me, doctor?" She threw the document on the table and leaned back on the chair. Yawning, he looked down at the soft tendons on the side of her neck: "Don't you want to take a vacation? A day trip to Radium Bowl Street, fully enjoy the sunshine and free leisurely walks, different scenery and specialties, and the little "hospitality" Tourist guide."

"Last time you said that you wanted to bring back a fighting force. I think the head sheep in the flock is very suitable. It is about the same age as Dazai-kun. It has smooth fur and bright color. Although it is still a bit thin, it will probably be beautiful if you raise it patiently. You see Woolen cloth?"

He tapped the rearranged file codes in his hands, and a stack of A4 papers made a "悾悾" sound on the desktop, and a few small dusts flew away with the afterglow of the setting sun: "Ranbu-kun or Dazai-kun, whichever you choose Take one, or both."

"Keeping small animals takes energy, BOSS." Letting you pick them up one after another at home will annoy you to death!

Rimbaud buried his face between his arms and twisted: "I don't want to take... I don't want to take any of them~ah...I'm going out to play!"

After speaking, he turned on the supernatural power, and the person ran away without a trace in a flash of light gold.

Like a cat that is full but doesn't want to play with Twolegs, it turns around and leaves without hesitation or nostalgia.

The man lowered his head and smiled.

Where can you go?The whole organization is a collar around the cat's neck, and no matter what, you'll have to come back to me again in the end.

Can't go anywhere.

Miss Rimbaud jumped into the afterglow of the setting sun happily, and moved forward according to the coordinates given by the information.

She hasn't sneaked out for a few months to let the wind go. She walks along the street and feels kind and beautiful in everything she sees.

A girl on the side of the road plucked the strings, weeping and complaining. It was "Natalie", also known as "The Heartbreaker".She stood still and listened for a while, then took out the note and kissed it in the open piano bag: "Honey, your music is like an angel plucking the strings."

The fundraiser girl blushed.

She put her hands above her eyes and looked forward, at the feet of Wusai, who was looking at the five black buildings in the distance, was her today's destination.

This is a bowl-shaped super-large slum. There was an explosion here a few years ago. Since then, the peninsula has been abandoned. Many homeless people moved in secretly to build one after another iron longhouses, which are cold in winter and hot in summer. Radium Bowl Street of the current scale gradually formed.

The so-called "street" here is like an ant's nest. The widest part allows two people to walk side by side, and the narrowest part only allows a single person to pass sideways.When you walk in here, you will go directly into the night. The sunset covers Yokohama with an orange-red veil, and you forget this corner alone.

Walking through the sewage flowing across the river, and the wild cats turning over the trash can, she could occasionally see a few eyes hiding in the doorway and peeking out through the cracks.

With pure black malice.

It doesn't matter.

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Mori sensei

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Gradually blacken?