Complete Survival Manual

The meeting went well.

Not to mention the trivial verbal confrontation, the final result is agreed by everyone.

Information from another world is so precious that no one wants to see it go to waste.

"Dostoevsky..."

In the restaurant of the cruise ship, Mori Ogai raised a fork, on which was stuck fresh strawberries poured with honey, and the sweet aroma of strawberries flowed out. He smiled and looked at his subordinates sitting opposite.

"Mr. Zhongye."

"Yes, boss." Nakahara Chuya said, "Please leave it to me later."

In the follow-up intelligence, the shadow of the Russian was behind most of the incidents. Under the current conditions of unequal intelligence, they are on the favorable side.

Central Plains is also known as the ceiling of combat power. Before things become chaotic, there is such a deterrent, and the whole of Yokohama feels at ease.

With a ding, the fork and strawberries fell onto the plate.

Mori Ogai regretted, "If Dazai-kun is still here..."

The port mafia can become the final winner without any risk by relying on "double black" alone!

Nakahara didn't say anything, he knew that Mori Ogai didn't need anyone to respond at this time, and he didn't really regret Dazai Osamu's departure.

He just regrets losing the "best solution" to monopolize benefits.

The aura of the gangster boss didn't last long, and soon Mori Ogai put away his aura, from a gangster leader with a black heart and a black hand to a decadent uncle with a black heart and a black hand.

The kind that passers-by will call the police.

"Ah, Alice-chan will definitely like the desserts here. It's a pity that Alice-chan didn't participate in this cruise..."

"After all, I also want to see the lovely Alice-chan put on a nice little dress, put her hands on her hips and say to me 'There will be no next time'."

Mori Ogai crossed his fingers, covering part of the expression on his face, "Dazai-kun's creativity is always so interesting."

Nakahara Chuya's expression twisted a bit, and he almost crushed the phone during the call.

[Is it interesting? ! ]

……

In a certain lounge, Osamu Dazai was lying on a large sofa with his feet crossed.

"I actually saw An Wu today. I thought he had died suddenly because he stayed up late to work."

His tone was full of malice, and the dissatisfaction in his words almost overflowed the air.

Tsushima: "But it's not like nothing good happened."

Osamu Dazai shook his body, rubbing his hair into a mess.

Having brought a small amount of interest from the port mafia may be the only thing that makes Osamu Dazai happy today.

"Come here not only to meet people you don't want to see, but also to face inexplicable troubles..." Osamu Dazai complained, turning over very suddenly.He casually picked up the glass on the coffee table and threw it obliquely above the sofa without saying a word.

"boom--"

The cup burst with a sound, and the water dripped open, spilling all over the floor.

At the same time, Tsushima jumped back lightly, avoiding the sudden blade.

The person who came was very fast, seeing that a single blow was impossible, he changed his attack very smoothly, and rushed towards Osamu Dazai, and the bullet that attacked Osamu Dazai at the beginning aimed at Tsushima.

The sounds of bullets and blades piercing the air mixed together, Tsushima still had the heart to laugh.

"It's a dagger with a blood groove, Dazai, did you give me a similar one?"

"Chuya's cold weapon practice is absolutely zero!" Osamu Dazai said, "It's rare to give him a good-looking weapon, but the little dwarf can't use it at all. I'm looking forward to the day when that dagger will be sent into my heart , just thinking about the scene after the slight rotation, my heart is trembling and making a sound of joy."

"Hey—what a pity."

Tsushima looked at Osamu Dazai, who smiled.

"It's a shame," he said.

The figures of the two intertwined.

With a "bang", the killer's movements stopped.

Tsushima and Dazai switched back to their original opponents, and the tip of the snow-white knife barely stopped above Tsushima's heart.

"you……"

Miss Killer's pupils trembled, Dazai Osamu held her hand holding the murder weapon, as gentle as he was treating a rose.

The dagger moved away from Jin Dao, and Jin Dao stood where he was, looking out of the window over Miss Killer, and there was a flash of red light in the distance.

Osamu Dazai: "Miss unknown, the dangerous dagger must be put away in its scabbard." He let go of his hand and smiled, "It's started."

The ferocious weapon with three blood grooves fell to the ground, and bright red liquid flowed from her forehead.

A bullet from a companion penetrated her brain.

"Who knows how to use cold weapons, bastard!" Zhong Yuanzhong's angry voice came from the mobile phone that fell on the ground, "It should be two seconds late just now."

Tsushima picked up the phone and said with a smile, "Nakaya-kun, I don't agree with Mr. Mori's delusion."

"Ah?" Zhong Yuanzhong also reacted, and after he understood, he said speechlessly, "Boss is just talking."

They all know that whether it is the practice of leaving the cadre position in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, or Mori Ogai's regret, in essence, they have no intention of letting Osamu Dazai really return to Hong Kong and Heiwei.

Nakahara Chuya: "Anyway, see you next time. I want to let that mackerel try my cold weapon. I don't mind sending him to hell."

"No." Osamu Dazai dragged his voice, "No, no, no——Chuya is not that kind—"

"Noisy!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly pressed the phone.

The first wave of attackers didn't make much waves, but the fact that some killers were able to sneak into the cruise ship and accurately find the location of Tsushima is intriguing enough in itself.

[Words of the meeting have spread. ]

[The confidentiality of the specific content can be trusted. I am afraid that all they know is superficial information such as "the three parties of the Supernatural Secret Service, the Port Mafia, and the Armed Detective Agency appeared together on the same cruise ship, and it is suspected of peace talks." ]

[The next battlefield is Kyoto. ]

Tsushima tapped on the screen of his phone and raised his eyebrows.

On the screen is an email from a stranger. The email is not long, only a few characters.

—— "Let's join forces."

After noticing that the sender was blank, the corners of Tsushima's lips slightly raised.

With a few keystrokes, he replied to the email.

"Yes, Miss Yuki from Mitsui."

Even typing the two Chinese characters Mitsui made him want to laugh, and the disgusting rotten smell seemed to reach his nose through a wireless signal.

Lijin Island was not interested in that family's struggle for power, but just let them bark around him all the time, which was still a bit annoying.

Mitsui is notorious for going his own way, a trait that seems to be passed on to everyone through blood.

Tsushima doesn't need the self-serving support of those people, let alone the chains trying to bind him.

The light rail whizzed by, taking Tsushima to the direction of Kyoto.

……

Soothing music is flowing slowly, and in a well-decorated room, a man and a woman are talking about not-so-beautiful topics.

"He agreed, miss."

"Why doesn't he agree?" Mitsui Koyuki observed her nails carefully, and was not very happy to see a scratch on her bright nails.

"I thought..." the man in the tuxedo shook his head with a smile, "Probably because he has faded out of the family circle for too long, and that person has become a little dull."

[He was the feared black prince of the Mitsui family back then. ]

"My good junior just made the most suitable choice." Mitsui Koyuki put on the gloves, "Facing desperate pursuit and blockade, as long as he wants to survive, he can only come back and collect the things he left at home. Manpower. After all, there are still many people who are looking forward to his return, and expect him to lead everyone to a new peak."

She winked at the man with a different kind of vivacity.

"When the men of our Mitsui family eat small desserts, they only choose cakes made with the best ingredients."

If she only chooses the best solution, isn't she the best choice in the range of options?

The man picked up another white gauze glove from the table, and put it on for Mitsui Koyuki.

"Of course I do," he said. "Your family has always been clever."

"Hmm." Mitsui Koyuki turned around, and the fluffy skirt drew a beautiful arc, "Let's go, sir." She lifted a corner of the skirt, "Let's put aside those cold interests for a while tonight." .”

The man bent his arms, "Of course, tonight's banquet is only shining for your arrival, Miss Xue."

Mitsui Koyuki smiled and held that arm, her smile was extremely sweet.She was as beautiful as a character walking out of a picture scroll, her drooping eyelashes covered the flickering cold light in her eyes.

……

"he left?"

Chuya Nakahara raised his eyebrows and asked, and Osamu Dazai, who had appeared in Chuya's apartment uninvited, nodded.

"There is always some rat in the sewer, trying to separate me from him and put him in a different place."

"Shoot them one by one." Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, "They are the only ones who will plot against you."

"Oh, speaking of it, this is a good opportunity." Dazai Osamu laughed, "Recently Atsu-kun has to work harder."

"And Akutagawa."

"Oops, slugs have brains too!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He forced himself to ignore some of Dazai's remarks.

"What special contact method do you have?"

"If Chuya means avoiding the secret contact with the mobile phone," Dazai Osamu announced in a particularly cheerful tone: "Not at all—nothing!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes wide, "Hey, hey, are you kidding me?"

There is no preparation at all? !

"If you worry too much, you'll lose your hair like Chief Farmer, Chuya~"

Osamu Dazai took the opportunity to get Chuya Nakahara's hat, and said as if he found something interesting, "A lot of hair that fell out."

Nakahara Nakaya kicked Osamu Dazai's knee, kicked someone on his knees and snatched his hat back smoothly.

"Don't have an accident at the end, really, he will accompany you to go crazy."

Dazai was in a delicate mood.

"Chuya you..."

"Why," Nakahara Chuya sneered, "Tsushima is much more reliable than you."

Osamu Dazai burst out laughing, he covered his stomach, laughing until his internal organs throbbed.

"This is the best joke I've heard today, Chuya."

"It's so funny, it's so funny—"

Nakahara Chuya's fist was a little itchy.

Sure enough, it should be beaten.

The author has something to say: Nakahara Chuya: I think you are itchy.

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