[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

I can sort of understand what's going on here.Osamu Dazai is a member of the port mafia. Whether it is snipers, explosives, poisonous gas caused by the explosion, or a pre-arranged ambush, it is probably a trap set by this person. The purpose is probably for that sentence—port The head of the mafia wants to see me.

I don't have any contact with the leader of the port mafia. The only thing I can guess that can arouse the other party's interest is probably the identity that I don't even know.

In this way, it makes sense why Osamu Dazai stole my ring. Perhaps since the first meeting, this person has planned to set me up in a place I don't know.

... so annoying.

It's too troublesome, no matter how you look at it, it's quite a tricky person.I tried to think, but gave up quickly. I am not a person who is good at guessing the opponent's psychology, not to mention that the opponent in front of me showed an extremely leisurely and easy-going look, almost about to "guess it, but even if you No matter how much you guess, you will definitely not be able to see through me." was written on his face.

I stared at him for a moment, then started to move.

As soon as I took half a step, a torrential rain of bullets hit me, but none of the bullets shot at my vitals. The dense bullets sprayed towards my feet and sides, splashing a series of fine particles. A broken spark - the words "The head of the port mafia wants to see me" have kept me safe.

No matter how many bullets there are, if it’s just a bluff, it won’t work at all. I braved the rain of bullets and quickly changed the angle and direction, and jumped onto the wall of the alley in one breath.When I jumped into the air, the fierce and dazzling daylight covered my figure, allowing me to take off and fall as I wished, and accurately stepped on the neck of one of the men in suits, and then grabbed the gap and kicked Broken the lower legs of two others.

I picked up the submachine gun that fell on the ground, pulled the trigger calmly, and fired.In less than 5 minutes, Dazai Osamu was the only one who could stand in this place without incident.

"Wow," Dazai Osamu showed an expression as if he had seen a wonderful acrobatic performance, completely indifferent to the fallen subordinates, and instead applauded me, "Although I expected it, but seeing it with my own eyes is still different. , I feel like watching a mountain gorilla performance in a zoo—"

Before he finished speaking, I threw out the submachine gun that had been empty of bullets in my hand, and hit him directly in the face.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes: "...it hurts!"

I flicked my wrist, walked over quickly, and punched him without saying a word—a similar scene happened again, his body as light as a piece of paper was like a kite with a broken string It flew out and hit the dirty wall in the alley.

He slid down the dirty and old wall, leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground like weeds on the side of the road, his face showed a look of interrupted thinking and fragmented brain, but he quickly returned to normal, As if this was within his expectations, his attitude was terrifyingly calm.

And when he raised his head, what he saw was my expressionless face and the shadow cast by my body that completely enveloped him.

Dazai Osamu looked at me, and raised his hand to touch the place where I punched me belatedly, his eyes narrowed slightly: "It hurts, it hurts to death," he paused, and added that the previous sentence was still Unfinished accusations, said to me, "Mountain gorillas."

I flicked my wrist again blankly, and Osamu Dazai showed a look of "I'm probably about to be beaten again" when he saw this.Under his gaze, I reached out to him—

"Wait, why are you picking off my bandages again? To be honest, doing this kind of thing in broad daylight really makes me a little shy, and I didn't expect such a beautiful young lady to have such a bad taste...... !!"

I took off the bandages on his body with ease, and bound Osamu Dazai like a white worm writhing on the ground.Even though there is not a single wound on his body, he wasted so many bandages on his body and made himself look like a dying patient. Although I am a little strange, but given that Dazai Osamu has too many weird things, it makes me uncomfortable I really want to pursue it.

I began to search his body with my hands.

"Uuuuuuuuuuu!!"

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~"

"Uuuh! Uh—! Mmm!!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm~~~~"

I:"……"

I grabbed the submachine gun on the ground and threw it at his shaking head. Gu Jing said calmly, "Your voice is so strange. Please shut up."

"Uh-uh-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I didn't find a ring on his body, but it wasn't nothing, but all I found were some weird things. "Complete **", opened the package but only ate half a pack of snacks, crumpled restaurant discount coupons, used leftover game currency, countless small notes for chatting up, written by myself that don't rhyme Strange lyrics, chemicals, sleeping pills, a mobile phone...

But what I care about is not these things, what I really care about is——

"Obviously he is an employee of the mafia, but he only has 500 yen on him." I opened his wallet, took out the coins inside, weighed them up and down twice in my hand, looked at him expressionlessly, and said, " Is the port mafia going bankrupt, or is the leader absconding with the money, and can’t even pay the social minimum wage?”

Osamu Dazai broke free from the bandage tied around his mouth at some point, and while trying to break free from the bandage that restrained his body under my nose, he explained casually: "This is not my salary, I am just a newcomer to work. It’s just a rookie. I cheated this from a primary school student on the side of the road.”

I couldn't help but clenched the 500 yen in my hand, and sighed, "You scum."

"This is something that can't be helped, who made the leader have nowhere to go?" Osamu Dazai let out a long breath, and it took him a long time to finally untie the bandages that bound him.Loose white bandages hung over him, making him look like a freshly baked mummy.

He seemed to have no grievances, and casually told me about the current situation of some organizations: "Fund turnover is not working, the opposition of the First Generation faction is getting stronger and stronger, the smuggling transaction is interrupted and the supply of weapons is seriously insufficient, and it takes a lot of time to prepare for embezzlement." Someone's entire fortune is found to be thrown around in vain—"

"Ah, this is wrong," Osamu Dazai paused, then glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, "It seems that the effort is not in vain now."

I didn't speak, just stared at him for a while, and then said: "I probably know what you're thinking. But I advise you to give up, I won't go with you."

"Even if we have all the information you want to know, won't you follow me?"

"Do not."

"I was rejected quite decisively..." Osamu Dazai once again showed a smiling but completely expressionless look on his face, his expression and voice were so calm that it was frightening, "But, think about it carefully. Want to see, did I say that the right to choose is in your own hands?"

I blinked and ignored him, then grabbed the guns scattered around me and threw them at his head.

"...It hurts." Osamu Dazai tilted his head, and was hit right on the head again impartially.

"It's right to know the pain," I stood in front of him, the shadow cast by my body almost enveloped his slightly thin body like a cage, I felt a little strange at his ease, "Are you really sober? ?”

He didn't answer me, just picked up a mobile phone - I found it from him, and there was nothing special about it.He rummaged through the phone's memory for a while, then pressed a button to play a recording.

"Are you here to kill me too?"

"Even the people of the [sheep]?"

"It's a deal, you bastard devil."

The recording is over.

There is no doubt that this is the voice of Chuya Zhongyuan.The recording is very short, only three sentences in total, and the cause and effect are completely unclear, but what I can be sure from this recording is that Nakaya was injured.Although the voice was full of calmness and toughness, but because it was too deliberate, it exposed the weakness hidden in it.

This person met Chuya Nakahara, and Chuya was injured when they met, and they made some kind of unfair transaction with each other.

Although I don't know much about the situation, these three pieces of information are enough.

Without waiting for Dazai Osamu to say something, I said decisively: "Are you going to the port mafia? I'm going with you, now?"

Osamu Dazai was strangely silent for a while: "..."

"...I am indifferent to what I am investigating," Dazai Osamu's expression became subtle, and his voice was still very calm, "but now he promised so readily. This spirit of self-dedication and self-sacrifice touched me , is really amazing."

I looked at him with a slightly strange look, and replied very naturally: "It's a matter of course. Compared with my affairs, it is more important."

"You will threaten me with Chuya's matter, you must have expected it a long time ago, right?" I calmly said to him, even if I was threatened with this kind of matter, I didn't feel any dissatisfaction, on the contrary, I could understand The other party's actions, if it were me, I would do the same in order to achieve my goal.

I didn't quite understand, so I had to continue to say: "Since the original goal has been achieved, what are you unhappy about?"

Dazai: "..."

Dazai Osamu did not answer me this question until I followed him into the headquarters building of the Port Mafia.

I'm sitting in the airless, dimly lit office of the head of the harbor mafia.In front of me is a table full of exquisite desserts and juice drinks, and on my left is a short blonde girl, wearing an expensive and beautiful dress, her long golden hair is combed meticulously, even In the dimly lit room, her golden hair seemed to shone like ears of wheat.

At this very moment, this beautiful and lovely little blonde girl is lying on the armrest of my chair, with her soft cheeks in her hands, looking at me excitedly with a pair of diamond-like eyes.

At the same time, there was another person watching me.

It was a middle-aged man who seemed familiar to me, but he had already taken off his old white coat and put on a black coat. His black hair was combed back neatly, and he looked much more energetic.There was an unfathomable calm in the smiling face.

After a period of probing mutual scrutiny, Mori Ogai finally spoke.

"Welcome to Port Mafia, Miss Jean," he said, "First I have some sad news for you."

"Brother Ling is dead."

I said "oh", and there was no unnecessary reaction--in fact, I secretly thought the news was pretty good, at least it made me happy.

"In that case," the head of the port mafia asked me amiably, "do you need a new father?"

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