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

"Everyone is here, let's go!"

The leader of the guerrillas, Yamada, is the adopted son of the leader for more than ten years, and he is also the stumbling block that Mori Ogai has silently remembered several times in his heart.He stood with his hands behind his back, and before the doctor could catch his breath, he gave the order to go out. His subordinates moved quickly and rushed into the black commercial vehicle, not paying half of their colleagues.

The "weak" doctor landed on the tail of the team again, carrying the toolbox and climbing into the last car that had started to accelerate gradually. The door closed silently, and the inertia of the sudden acceleration rolled him directly into the corner of the back seat.

Yamada has a somewhat military style, and the guerrillas are led by him to be tough, which can be said to be one of the trump cards that the leader dares to play desperately.Well, the car was also driving quite tough, the doctor holding the toolbox huddled in the back seat and swayed from side to side with a blank expression.

The target of the mission is an organization that provides human organs in the black market. It's not too big, and it's not too brave.The target they are targeting is like an antelope being targeted by a hyena. All kinds of methods are used to infiltrate the life of the prey. The sad victims don't even know that the countdown to life has started a few years ago.

The leader of PortMafia's sudden desire to kill this organization was not out of any humanitarian sentiments, and he didn't have that awareness.It's just that the subordinates also have a business of buying and selling human organs, but the cadres in charge of this business are not as imaginative as their competitors, and their performance figures are not up to standard. This is the real reason why the leader's mood turned bad and he wanted to kill a few people to calm down .

As for wanting the attention of the opponent's leader... it's just an opportunity to impress other competitors.

Mr. Sen sighed in his heart: more than terror, not enough deterrence, it is not as good as the vote of "drunk boat" a few months ago.The entire organization was left in the fire, and those who were hanged were not left alive, and the scene was very beautiful.

He lowered his head and curled his lips. It seems that the lack of imagination is also the same.

The convoy swaggered and drove directly from the main road all the way, and arrived at the mission site an hour later.As soon as Yamada waved his hand, someone came forward and violently smashed open the anti-theft door that concealed people's eyes. Those who get up continue to chug, chug until the opponent is completely unable to get up again.

The posture of wasting bullets looks quite rich and powerful.

There are no superpowers among the target members, so of course they can't do it against PortMafia equipped with heavy firepower. After four 10 minutes of chug chug, more than half of the ammunition chain is consumed, and the stronghold is lying down.

Mori Ogai was the last one to walk into the basement hidden in the ordinary community with the toolbox. The eyes requested by the leader were still in the sockets of the owner, but the pupils were covered with a white cloud of death—not fresh, and troublesome. .

"Ah...really, it doesn't look good like this. Can't you break the hands and feet, wait for me to take off the things the leader wants first, and then beat him to death. In this state, we will have to be punished when we go back..."

He complained, and the thin blade of the scalpel shone with silver light, and the two eyeballs were completely peeled off within two to thirty seconds, and the doctor stuffed them into the glass bottle prepared in advance.

The clear liquid dissolves the white shadows on the pupils, and the eyeballs gradually become crystal clear.The members of the guerrillas who stayed here to monitor the doctor let out a sigh of relief in unison—a tough style does not mean they are willing to be whipped, and Dr. Sen has a way, otherwise I am afraid that today it will be really hard to please.

At this time, a person who continued to sweep down was sent to run errands. He lowered the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the ground, opened his mouth with an apologetic smile on his face and said, "Mr. Mori, the bottom layer is full of organs. Mr. Yamada means Take them back alive and find a buyer to ship them quickly, and there are still a few half-dead, why don’t you go and have a look? In case they die along the way, the brothers have to find a way to dispose of the corpses.”

"Oh, okay, I'll take care of it right away." He responded and stuffed the glass bottle containing the eyeballs into the bottom shelf of the toolbox, "Wait a minute, maybe you will die right here, and save you all going to the car." move."

The guerrilla member was so convinced that he stood up straight and leaned against the door frame without worrying at all.

Mori Ogai put the used scalpel into a special recycling box, got up and looked at the unlucky guy with only two blood holes left on his head, raised his eyebrows and followed the guerrilla members who came to invite people all the way to the basement .

—there are more unlucky guys out there, and it would be better to die early to save the pain of living.

Walking all the way to the deepest third underground floor, there are densely punctured walls and dead bodies lying on the ground along the way.Opening the cage-like cell, one after another the "goods" that were thought to be safe to escape were pushed and dragged out and taken away first, leaving only five lying on the ground immobile.

Mr. Sen took out his mobile phone and started the countdown: "I'll give you 10 minutes, hurry up. You won't die after 10 minutes... I can only express my deep sympathy for what happened to you." Do the salute.

10 minutes, equal to [-] seconds, the number on the phone screen decreased rapidly, two of the five people were unwilling to swallow their last breath and did not move, and the other three failed to seize the last chance.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry..." He put away his phone, bowed his head and walked into the cage to examine his patient.

The remaining three are adults, with bone injuries, blunt force trauma, sprains and contusions. They are disabled but do not affect the use of organs.After the wounds were bandaged and painkillers were injected, the faces of these people quickly recovered, and the guerrillas guarding the side stepped forward and lifted them up and left.

Back at PortMafia headquarters, Mori Ogai first put the toolbox back into the treatment room.The contaminated scalpel needs to be sterilized at high temperature, and after dealing with all this slowly, he changed back to the white coat commonly used by doctors, and handed in the task with the glass bottle filled with eyeballs.

Walking into the chief's office, he happened to meet Yamada who came out. The doctor took the lead to take a step aside. Yamada swaggered past him, deliberately making a sarcastic sound from his nose.

Mr. Sen kept smiling and respectfully gave way as if he hadn't heard anything, and turned and left when he heard the voice of the old man calling in the room.

"Oh, you bastard, you'll make him suffer someday."

Even if he is the adopted son of the leader, he would never dare to go beyond him to decide the life and death of the members of the organization, especially the personal doctor who is in charge of the leader's health.Yamada's intuition made him perceive the danger from Mori Ogai, and his instinct prompted him to try his best to eliminate the source of danger. However, there was a big mountain like his adoptive father above him, who dared not act rashly, so he could only use small tricks from time to time.

"Boss, this is what you want to see."

Mr. Sen handed the glass bottle in his hand to the guard standing aside, and the guard carried it to the old man.

The reason for doing this is that someone once took the opportunity of delivering rare treasures to assassinate him, but it obviously failed, otherwise everyone would not have to be so embarrassing today.Since then, there has been an unwritten rule in the chief's office, all submitted documents and items must pass through the hands of the guards.This measure unexpectedly solved many problems. The only problem was that the risk of guards dying from various poisonous substances was greatly increased, and the viciousness of the leader became more and more serious.

The leader of PortMafia admired the fate of those who opposed him through the extremely transparent boric acid glass for a while, and leaned back on the chair satisfied: "That's really good. Yesterday, a businessman happened to be free and described various human beings to me. The color of the eyeball, I bet him that it is impossible to have more than ten kinds, Sen, what do you think?"

"You are always right, chief. How can there be so many colors in human eyeballs? At most seven, there can be no more."

He lowered his eyelids and sincerely said this kind of flattery that normal people can hear, but it was because it was so sincere that it made people feel that he thought so in his heart.

The old man sitting at the top patted the table and laughed loudly: "Yes, yes, it must be impossible, even if there is, it is still a disease. All patients are dying, and since they are dying, it doesn't count, right, Sen? "

Before he finished speaking, his tone became weird. Mori Ogai didn't seem to hear his yin and yang, and raised his finger to the glass bottle containing the eyeballs: "Maybe you are kind enough to allow me to give this bottle to that interesting businessman? It seems He is really idle, and he can come here to waste your precious rest time."

"Hmm... you mean I lack rest?" The old man slowed down when he picked up the glass bottle and wanted to smash it, and his doctor nodded unhurriedly: "Yes, from a professional point of view, you only need an appropriate amount Rest, not one of those long sleeps you don't like, just a short nap between busy times. Is that a big deal? Of course not."

"It's the same with those European, American, and even Tokyo parliamentarians. Every half an hour and an hour when important decisions are made, they have to pause for a while to relax their minds. So many people have been discussing for eight or nine years. I can't decide anything, you alone support the operation of PortMafia, isn't it more noble, harder, and more deserving of rest than those guys who eat vegetarian food?"

Mori Ogai has already figured out the psychology of a certain person's great success, and put him in a higher position than a government official to blow rainbow farts. This former leader who was born at the bottom is naturally happy from the bottom of his heart.

"You're right. I know those idiots. It looks like there are a lot of MPs. Unfortunately, the ruling party is either peddlers with an Osaka accent or warriors who smell like horse manure. There are still a hundred or so left. It's not enough for someone who is neither old nor stupid, nor stupid nor blind, to fill in the position casually, and occasionally a few people who are slightly smarter have to take on several jobs."

The old man's mood improved again, he grabbed the glass bottle he was about to smash and threw it to the attending doctor: "Just do as you said, reward this thing to XXX, let him take it easy and go back and earn money honestly, sir Come and say something."

Mori Ogai "Ah, ah, ah!" hurriedly caught the bottle and held it in his arms, bowed and did not wait for any order before leaving.

Hehe, no matter who it is, just use these eyes to catch fish?Can't waste it...

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mori sensei

never feel

I am a crumb boss

Because there is a boss

Dazai... will it be online tomorrow or the day after tomorrow...?