After being laid off, I became a god judge

It was all right in the first half of the night, but when it was time to change shifts, no one came to change shifts. Atsushi Nakajima looked at the time on his phone with some concern, "Maybe something happened."

A few minutes later, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't stand anymore. He turned his head and looked at Osamu Dazai who was dozing off on the chair, "Mr. Dazai, I'll go check on the situation of that group of people."

Osamu Dazai yawned and waved his hands weakly, "Go, go, Ah Shi, can you go with him?"

When he looked sleepily at Fujikawa beside him, Fujikawa didn't make a sound, just walked to Atsushi Nakajima silently, Atsushi Nakajima raised his head and thanked him, and the two of them went to find the group of bodyguards who should take over went.

After the two left, Dazai closed his eyes again and dozed off on the chair. The black bodyguard who had been squatting in the corner glanced at him calmly. After confirming that he had really fallen asleep, he took out the He took out his phone, quickly edited a message and pressed send.

After doing this, he turned his head and glanced at Dazai again, and he was relieved when he found that Dazai was still lying on the chair and dozing off as before.

Unlike Fujikawa and them, the bodyguards brought by Spencer did not have their own rooms. They all slept in a lounge. As soon as Fujikawa and Nakajima Atsushi arrived at the door of the lounge, they heard a loud noise Passed out from inside.

Atsushi Nakajima glanced at Fujikawa, and then carefully pushed open the door in front of him. Just as the door was pushed open, a strong and pungent smell of cigarettes and alcohol rushed towards him. The bodyguards who were supposed to be on duty They were all huddled in the lounge, smoking and drinking, and there were a few players playing cards in the corner.

As soon as Atsushi Nakajima pushed open the door, everyone inside stopped what they were doing, and turned their heads to look at the two uninvited guests standing at the door with unkind expressions.

Atsushi Nakajima flinched, swallowed, and then whispered, "Well, it's time to change shifts..."

The black bodyguards glanced at each other and communicated with each other in a language they didn't understand. Finally, a man about two meters tall walked up to them and looked down at the two standing at the door in a condescending posture. people.

"So what? Isn't our BOSS paying you to keep him safe?"

This person is the black bodyguard who talked to Atsushi Nakajima at the entrance of Yokohama Station earlier. He seems to be the leader of this group of bodyguards. in the eyes.

"But didn't we agree that we would guard the first half of the night, and you guys in the second half of the night..."

"It was discussed? When? Why didn't I know? Hey, brothers, do you know about this?"

The other bodyguards behind him booed and laughed, "I don't know."

"Well, that's it. We didn't know this happened at all, so I'll trouble you to go back and watch the night."

The tall black bodyguard spread his arms and made a look like I couldn't help it.

A look of embarrassment flashed across Atsushi Nakajima's face, "Why is this..."

"But this kind of job is just right for you. You don't need to work hard. You just need to guard the door. If there are enemies coming, you will call a few times. Haha, so your job is similar to that of a watchdog."

The man's face was full of undisguised mockery, and the bodyguards behind him also laughed loudly.

"But if we let this guy stay with us all night, I can think about it."

When the man turned his gaze to Fujikawa next to him, his cloudy gray eyes were filled with naked lust/evil.

As soon as this sentence was finished, he was punched by the gray-haired boy on the opposite side of the door. Atsushi Nakajima clenched his fists, with cold anger on his face, he looked coldly at the person lying on the ground who was beaten by him. The black bodyguard on the ground, "Apologize!"

When the bodyguards in the lounge saw their boss being punched by the thin boy, they were immediately angry, and they all stood up and rushed towards this side.

Atsushi Nakajima put on a cold face and put on a look of being ready for battle.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of breaking out, the man who had been beaten to the ground got up from the ground and stopped his subordinates.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at the two people opposite him, and then beckoned to his subordinates behind him, "Let's go."

The man who was still arrogant just now seemed to be extinguished by Atsushi Nakajima's punch. He walked out of the lounge with the bodyguards behind him, and it seemed that he was going to change shifts.

After those people walked away, Atsushi Nakajima finally relaxed his tense nerves. When he looked at Fujikawa beside him apologetically, "Sorry, Mr. Fujikawa, if you didn't come with me, you wouldn't be That person said those nasty things."

Fujikawa glanced at him, "You didn't say those words, why do you apologize."

"But......"

"No buts."

Fujikawa turned his head and looked at him with some doubts, "Didn't you be very straightforward when you beat that guy just now, why did you become this coy look again when he left now?"

"It's different..."

Atsushi Nakajima was a little embarrassed by what he said, but then he seemed to think of something, with a hint of worry in his expression, "Speaking of which, I punched that person just now, so it shouldn't affect this mission. …”

"will not."

Fujikawa shook his head expressionlessly.

"I'll throw them in the Pacific before they cancel the mission, so you don't have to worry."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

No, I will definitely be worried. Well, if the client cancels the mission, his body will be destroyed. This is too scary. By the way, Mr. Fujikawa, you are actually in the mafia/hand gang business...

Fortunately, things went smoothly afterwards. The group of flamboyant bodyguards didn't bother the three of them anymore, and obediently stood at the door as gatekeepers.

Dazai had already fallen asleep completely, and he couldn't wake up no matter how much he shouted, there was no other way, Atsushi Nakajima could only be responsible for carrying him back to the room.

At two o'clock in the morning, the black bodyguard guarding the door quietly opened the door behind him, and the silent room was shrouded in darkness. There was a person standing quietly in front of the window, and the moonlight outside the window shrouded his body. The figure stretched very long.

"BOSS."

The black bodyguard half-kneeled on the ground, lowered his head and shouted respectfully to the man standing in front of the window.

The man turned his head, he had a young and handsome face, blond hair, blue eyes, three-dimensional features, a typical European appearance, but it was different from the daytime, there was no tenderness and easy-going on his face at this moment, he lowered his head and looked at the half-kneeling man indifferently. The bodyguard on the ground spoke in obscure Swiss.

"How about those people?"

The bodyguard below also replied in Swiss, "That brown-haired man looks weak, so he shouldn't be aggressive, but the gray-haired boy is not bad."

Having said that, he raised his hand and touched his reddened nose, which was the place where Atsushi Nakajima had beaten him before, and it was still aching, and then the corner of his mouth curled up in a contemptuous arc, "But still It's too tender to be afraid of."

"Where's the brunette?"

The man asked suddenly.

The black bodyguard below hesitated for a while, then shook his head, "I haven't seen him make a move, so I don't know his strength, but he doesn't look strong."

"Find an opportunity to test his strength."

"Yes."

"But no matter how powerful he is, those three people alone can't have any impact on our plan this time, but we can't take it lightly. When will our ship enter the port?"

"After twelve o'clock tomorrow night."

"Send someone to finish them off before then."

"Yes."

When the black bodyguard was about to retreat, the man suddenly called to stop him.

"That black-haired man kept..."

His azure blue eyes were faintly gray in the dark night, and a gloomy haze flashed in the man's eyes.

"He's going to be my thing."

"Yes."

......

In a certain room on the second floor of the hotel, Dazai, who was supposed to be asleep long ago, took out a black earplug from his ear, his dark brown eyes were clear, and there was no trace of sleepiness.

"Fortunately, I know a little Swiss, otherwise I really don't know what they are talking about."

Taking out his mobile phone from his pocket, Dazai dialed a number skillfully.

"Ah, Moshi Moshi, is it the president, I'm Dazai, um, about this mission..."

After finishing the phone call with President Fukuzawa Yukichi, Dazai searched in the address book, and when he found a number with the comment name "slug", he showed a look of disgust on his face. After doing some psychological construction, he dialed the number.

At the moment the phone was connected, he threw the phone on the bed very presciently, and the next second, there was an exasperated roar from the receiver of the phone, half a minute later, Dazai picked it up silently, and he threw it on the bed mobile phone.

"What's the matter?"

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone returned to normal volume, but his tone was still full of impatience, "If it's something unimportant, I'll go to that shabby detective agency right now to get you, a bastard who disturbs sleep, Get beaten to death."

"Unfortunately, I'm on a business trip in Tokyo right now, and you can't find me even if you go to a detective agency."

Dazai replied casually.

"Well, although I'm quite happy to think of your distraught expression, but this time I really have something important to discuss with you."

Dazai said this before the young man on the other side got angry and hung up the phone.

"To be precise, I want to discuss with your port gang/hand/party..."

......

After hanging up the phone, Dazai played with the small black earplugs in his hands, and said to himself, "Then, how do we recover that bug next..."

One minute later, Dazai stood at the door of the next room, raised his hand and knocked several times on the door in front of him.

"Student Ah Shi~ I came to play with you~"

After saying this, Dazai quickly stepped aside.

And just when he hid in a certain corner, he heard a loud "bang", the door that was intact a second ago was instantly smashed to pieces, and something flew out of the room, deeply Embedded in the wall opposite the room.

On closer inspection, it can be seen that the unknown object is actually a pillow.

Dazai shook his head and sighed, luckily he flashed fast enough just now, otherwise it would not be the pillow but him that was embedded in the wall at this moment.

A black shadow flashed in front of him, and before Dazai had time to react, he was kicked from one end to the other.

Looking at the dark-haired young man with his eyes closed, Dazai touched his chest, and suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood.

This time it's a joke, and it's really broken...

The author has something to say: If you touch too much porcelain, it will become a fact_(:з」∠)_

感谢在2020-01-1521:26:51~2020-01-1620:47:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of teapot cat;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!