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

Yokohama's smuggling business is very prosperous, and this prosperity is not only due to the natural and excellent deep-water port, but also because of the large and small gangs on the hills here.

After Mori Ogai came to power, he first repaired the relationship between PortMafia and the government, and then appeased various internal factions. When it was almost reasonable, the slogan of "revenge" for the ancestors was put on the agenda-PortMafia pays attention to kindness In the world organization of hatred and face, the cadres are picked out and killed one by one like chickens, and the leader is still alive (scared) to death, and the brothers have to be run out of it even if they go out to collect protection money. If you don't ask for an explanation, you can't do business!

Of course, the statement made by the Supernatural Agents Division is unacceptable, and they can only vent their anger on the killer "Zuizhou".If Zui Zhou was really a lone ranger, maybe no one would dare to think of him.However, the current leader has confirmed that this person is employed by the Supernatural Secret Service, which shows that his mystery and power are all manipulated by the government behind the scenes, so what is there to be afraid of?

They are not aimed at the collective, only at the individual.To dig out the information about Zuizhou, even if he can't be used as himself, doesn't he have many relatives and friends?

After a busy day, even Mori Ogai felt exhausted in the afternoon when he tried his best to win over and observe the candidates recommended by Liu Lang of Hirotsu.

I'd better go home and seek my wife's comfort... Although I may get another powerful kick, at least it's much more eye-catching and worry-free than these strong middle-aged men in front of me.

He has decided to select a few from these people to take a look. If they can be used, they can be used to make do with them, and if they can't be used, there are some places to spend cannon fodder.Things were not arranged until eight o'clock in the evening, and the person in a strict suit with a long coat rubbed his brows while there was no one around.

80.00% of this rotten organization is idiots!

get off work!go home!Go to Mrs.

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At 06:30 in the afternoon, Rimbaud received a call from the liaison officer Ango Sakaguchi, and Taneda Shantou temporarily assigned her an interception mission.Ms. Professor didn't need to go home, she directly entered the subspace and instantly appeared at several fishing village wharfs in Yokohama where people could be smuggled into to confirm the location.

The target movement information obtained by the liaison officer came from the headset.

Hiroto Fujisaki had long thought that someone might be ambushing on the way, so he was very careful about his whereabouts.If it weren't for the monitoring equipment in the streets and alleys of modern society, he might have really let him run away - even Gao Tianyuan couldn't go to other countries to catch the gods of his own country. This was to start a war of gods, and they dared not.

The gods of some countries are much more cruel than them, especially the neighbors on the next continent, any little god who comes out casually can hang and beat the noble son... Can't be offended, can't be offended!

There are seven piers in Yokohama that can accommodate smuggling ships swaggeringly. Rimbaud ran the whole time, except for those that did not leave the port today, and the direction was not suitable (such as going to Africa), there were only two fishing villages that were farthest apart. Dock most likely.

She didn't know which pier Fujisaki would escape from, there was only one chance.

Adrian lay on her head, seeming to understand what the master was going to do. He was excited and agitated along the way, and suddenly jumped off Professor Rimbaud's head and blew his hair in a certain direction.

"Oh? You said it's over there?" Miss Professor looked at it from outside: "Okay, since the cat said over there, let's go over there."

In the worst case, she would chase out of the high seas and directly take Fujisaki's head!Surveillance and prohibition, there is no one in this world that she dare not kill.

It is now eight o'clock in the evening.

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"Today's No.14, every month's No.14 is Valentine's Day, sir, do you want to bring a bouquet of flowers to your wife?"

The clerk of the flower shop is standing at the door and is struggling to sell the flowers. If the flowers are not sold as soon as possible, they will not be so fresh tomorrow, and the boss will deduct his salary.

A young man in a doctor's coat came up to him, he looked refined and refined, like a sophisticated person.This kind of person will care more about his wife's mood than other ordinary social animals, and he is more likely to sell the bouquet.

Sure enough, the young man stopped and bent over to stare at the bouquet at the entrance of the flower shop, looked left and right, and said to himself: "Madam, would you like flowers?"

Indeed, there is a grass that never blooms and a pot of green plants on the window sill at home, and a new bush of roses is planted in the yard. It seems that the French wife likes these romantic things.

"You can bring home a bouquet of roses. It's the most suitable gift for your wife." The florist pointed to the fiery red rose that occupied the C position, but if you give it to your wife, this variety will never be a problem.

But Mr. Mori has seen a lot of red recently, and he doesn't like such a strong color at the moment.He was looking for a bunch of flowers, and in an inconspicuous corner, a bunch of white double-petaled flowers wrapped in newspaper was caught in his eyes: "What is that?"

He pointed to the bouquet of flowers, and the clerk stood on tiptoe and stretched his head to take a look: "It's a white camellia. Please wait a moment for me to look up the flower language."

Not many people buy this variety.

Although its flower shape and fragrance are perfect, but in Japanese culture, camellia has the meaning of "first falling and withering" and the white one is a little dull, so it is not favored by people.

The clerk looked through the account for a while before confirming that they were flowers that could be given to his wife. After asking the young man, the other party readily paid for it. He changed the nostalgic washi paper and handed the flowers over. Mori Ou, who was wearing a white doctor's coat, took the Guo Hua glanced at the time subconsciously... It's almost nine o'clock, I don't know what Madam did at home today?

Professor Lan Bo was leaning on the banyan tree by the sea and waiting quietly, with a sickle behind him. In order to show enough respect for this goal, a supernatural life form that has never been used was rarely invited out.

"Mr. Yuanyi, why are you unwilling to go to Huangquan?"

Hiroto Fujisaki still hadn't appeared, so she chatted with the taciturn tall man beside her.

Mr. Samurai thought for a while, and replied slowly in a very quiet voice: "Because of fear."

The lady who woke him up was very thoughtful. After killing Guiwu Tsuji, she asked him if he wanted to go to the underworld. It was he who preferred to just sleep peacefully like this...

"What I wanted to protect and maintain was not protected and failed to maintain. So I was afraid of going to Huangquan. If I saw them, I would probably be resented. After all, I am such a useless man."

The flesh and blood are still separated, and the hair cannot grow old. In this kind of life, one time is enough.

"If you ask me, a man who thinks like this... is really exciting." The short and puffy girl tilted her head and smiled as she lifted the huge sickle behind her back: "If it wasn't for the hundreds of years in between, I would definitely I invite you to go on a date."

"What you are facing is a matter that must be completed by collective cooperation. Since everyone shares the results, the responsibility should also be shared. It is unreasonable to ask one person to be responsible for the whole thing, no matter how strong or weak."

"Mrs. Rimbaud..." The samurai looked down at her in embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I know you are a reserved person." She shrugged, not understanding why he wanted to hide his emotions in his heart.Presumably, cultural differences?

Adrian wagged his tail and sniffed around his feet, and raised his hind feet to scratch his ears from time to time.

The topic is over for the time being, and the time for small talk is over.

The time was gradually approaching nine o'clock, and the smuggling ship not far away was about to anchor.

"coming!"

The black cat suddenly bent down and focused on a certain point, and its owner was also kneeling on one knee, holding the weapon tightly and ready to go.

The exact positioning has not yet been heard from the headset, but Rimbaud has already locked the target - she stared at Hiroto Fujisaki's photo for almost an entire hour before, drawing countless possibilities of disguise in her mind, even the former leader of PortMafia No such treatment.

"It's him, he has to live!" Only by living can he enjoy the "entertainment" of the National Secret Research Institute, and once he enters, don't even think about coming out again, and he can't even die.

Fujisaki changed into the plaid shirt and slacks that fishing friends often wear. He wore a vest and carried a backpack disguised as a fishing rod. I don't know if it was a weapon.He wore a fisherman hat, the brim of which covered his eyes and light yellow hair, his presence was quite low, and he would be missed if he was not careful in the dark.

He handed a paper package to the smuggling ship owner. Cash transactions are the basic rules of smuggling. Pay first before boarding the ship. No matter who you are, you have to do it.

The owner of the smuggling ship knows how much money is inside the package by weighing it.No one dared to fool him about this kind of thing, otherwise, when the boat sailed to the sea, the person would be thrown out, and the police would search for the body in the belly of the fish.

"Hand over all the communication tools, and don't make any noise at sea later." He stretched out his palm and stretched it out in front of Fujisaki, who quickly turned off the phone into his hand and turned around to prepare to board the boat.

At this moment, a tall samurai wearing red feathers came over with a sword, the blade reflected the cold light under the moonlight, it was very scary at first glance, but if you look closely, you will find that the comer is actually using the back of the sword.

"Fuck! Fire!" The smuggling ship owner gave an order, the sound of bullets was dense, a pale golden light suddenly flashed behind the warrior, the dark and dull scythe cut off the chains that fixed the hull, and the smuggling ship immediately floated up and drifted towards the middle of the sea.Hiroto Fujisaki was covered by a pale golden cube before he could react, and before he could open his mouth to speak, the other party stuffed a large group of seaweed to block any sound.

This is Professor Rimbaud's special "don't listen, don't listen, don't listen" tactic, which is specially used to deal with deceptive nonsense.

In order to avoid complications, she didn't even bother to deal with the smuggling ship owner, and took Fujisaki directly to the place designated by the seventh agency to receive "guests".

"The goods have been delivered. This guy is very good at deceiving, it's best not to listen to him." She confessed worriedly, and the "hunting dogs" who had met once before nodded one after another: "Don't worry, this ball of seaweed will last for a while. He won't be able to finish eating in a while, we'll put something else in after he's finished eating."

Hiroto Fujisaki: "..."

Are the human cubs now so cruel!

Don't even think about running after entering the seventh organ. What kind of combat power was the Rage God back then?Isn't it obediently being treated as a canned food by humans?He Fujisaki Hiroto... is just a younger brother without a chi.Well, chi weapons are used to deal with other artifacts and thus attack the gods, humans... don't use artifacts.

The task "item" was successfully delivered to the receiving unit, and the time was close to quarter past nine.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mori sensei

almost home

Professor Rimbaud

What about people?

Why don't you like Chief Farmer?Although it is a social animal, it is a civil servant of a state agency!

The second update in the afternoon will be later.Brother Rui's father is going shopping...to buy skirts. He thinks I don't like wearing small skirts.