I finally became a bottle of fake wine

Nakahara Chuya accepted Mori Ogai's order to do things the next day after he returned to the port of Mafia.

However, due to the fact that the military and police have left the field, the riots on the bright side of Yokohama seem to have decreased a lot recently, and more of them are mutual harassment on a small scale.

There are not many large-scale force confrontations, but there are quite a few small groups that secretly began to tentatively extend their tentacles.

During this period of time, the cadres and leaders of the GSS, Takase Club, Kinosaki Club, and Port Mafia have been attacked by many killers, basically from different killer groups, there are specialized killer companies, and many are individuals A lone wolf who takes orders in name.

Port mafia is the most targeted on the surface and secretly.

Not to mention Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu, the two hot new stars, Ozaki Koyo alone has been attacked a lot, as for Mori Ogai...

He can eat almost every day accompanied by shootings and endless poisons.

Even Erin herself was attacked once.

Of course the assailant was related to a certain cadre of the Kinosaki Society that she had killed in revenge.

Osamu Dazai, who later caught the killer, confided that the killer was hired by the widow of the cadre she killed with the pension of the organization.

"Is that so..."

When I heard Osamu Dazai talk about this matter, Irene's reaction was obviously not right.

She replied flatly, without changing the expression on her face.

"I knew it would be better to cut the weeds and get rid of the roots."

Seeing the silver-white long-haired girl talking about the topic of "cutting weeds and roots" in a flat tone, Osamu Dazai suddenly laughed.

"what happened?"

Seeing the young man beside him burst into laughter suddenly, Irene looked at him a little strangely.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel..."

Osamu Dazai held his stomach and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand upright, he was trembling and even his voice was a little intermittent.

"Irene-chan...it really suits mafia..."

"..."

Am I suitable for mafia, what do you need to comment?

Irene looked at Dazai Osamu who was behaving strangely with weird eyes, thinking that she was doomed a long time ago to have pure black blood flowing all over her body, and it was impossible to wash it off.

"Since the news came out through torture, shall I deal with that killer?" Osamu Dazai straightened his body and confirmed it with the person concerned, then walked towards the torture room unsteadily.

When Oda Sakunosuke got off work at night, he suddenly saw someone standing in front of his house who had hardly any interaction with him.

"good evening."

Irene looked at Oda Sakunosuke who was walking towards her and then stopped suddenly, and raised her hand towards him, holding a certain bag in her hand.

"I heard that the curry made by this restaurant is very famous, so I went to queue for a long time."

"..." Hearing what Irene said, Oda Sakunosuke quickly raised his footsteps and walked over, then looked down at the girl with long silver-white hair, "You don't have to do this."

"Mr. Oda is my savior, and he invited me to dinner last time." Irene smiled, and it seemed that she would not give up if the other party did not accept this thank you gift.

So Oda Sakunosuke scratched his head, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

"The house hasn't been cleaned much, please forgive me."

As he said so, he actively turned his body to let Irene walk in with the curry rice in his hand.

Oda Sakunosuke said that the house was not cleaned, but his house was actually quite clean.

Compared with the dirty and messy house where single men live alone, Oda Sakunosuke's room is surprisingly clean.

Although it is full of various bottles and jars, it is a bit messy, but it unexpectedly creates a feeling of "home".

At the very least, Oda Sakunosuke's room was more human than Irene's room, which looked so neat that it was impossible to get in.

To explain it in a very common language... the other party's residence is more humane.

"It's surprisingly clean." Hearing what Oda Sakunosuke said, Irene looked at the other's room, showing unexpected surprise.

"It's okay." Oda Sakunosuke quickly came over to take the bag from her hand and put it on the dining table.

"Would you like something to drink?"

“Cold beer is fine~”

"..." Oda Sakunosuke, who bent down to open the refrigerator, glanced at her, then shook his head and took out a can of juice from the refrigerator.

"Although it's mafia, at least you should pay attention to your age." He said, throwing the juice to Irene.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Irene took the juice and didn't open it in a hurry, but held it in both hands and stared at herself with a very strange look, Oda Sakunosuke was a little uneasy when she saw it.

"It's nothing, I'm just surprised, Mr. Oda looks like a good father."

She made such a casual comment, then lowered her head and took a sip of the cool grape juice.

"So sweet!"

This time, Irene came to Sakunosuke Oda with the curry rice that she had finally queued up to buy, just to thank him simply.

Because when she was attacked by the killer downstairs in the apartment, she almost really wanted to hit the dog leash.

Fortunately, at that time, Sakunosuke Oda just came back from finishing the daily work, and he was the killer who caught Irene for Irene.

Then he took advantage of the opportunity to expose his skills that he shouldn't be just a low-level kid.

"Mr. Oda is very good." After eating the curry rice, Irene sipped the grape juice in her hand for a while, and suddenly said with emotion.

"Ok?"

"Later, Mr. Dazai said that the assassin who was commissioned to assassinate me was a well-known lone wolf. I didn't expect Mr. Oda to be able to catch him."

Eileen was feeling so emotional, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Mr. Oda, who has such a powerful ability, can obviously get a higher position like Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakahara."

So why are you still at the bottom without complaining?

"That..." It was obviously not the first time that Oda Sakunosuke was asked this question.

With a long sigh, he stood up and cleared the dishes.

"Because I don't want to kill people."

He mentioned this reason again.

When Irene saw him put his head down and put away the plates, he knew that the other party had no intention of continuing the topic. She nodded thoughtfully, and then held the unfinished grape juice in her hand.

"I see."

After saying goodbye to Sakunosuke Oda, Irene quickly returned to her room, and then lay down on the bed as if she had relaxed.

"Well, no."

She nodded while talking to herself, finally showing a relaxed expression on her face.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't deliberately hide his identity to stare at her.

But speaking of it, it's unlikely that someone with such a formidable skill would deliberately hide and stare at her.

After all, what is her identity? She is just a member of the black organization that has not yet obtained a code name. Even the basic information of the organization can only be clarified. The port mafia should not spend so much energy focusing on her little one. insect.

But this time, the skill that Oda Sakunosuke exposed to her in order to save her really surprised her.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly decadent and harmless uncle actually possessed such a fierce and cold murderous aura.

She was almost frozen stiff at the time.

After Irene let go of the tension in her heart, she turned her head and looked at the calendar placed on the bedside table. Her finger swiped across the area circled in red, "Just a few more days..."

Even if her identity was exposed and she had to abscond, at least let her finish the 29th.

Thinking of this, she shifted her gaze to the beautifully wrapped gift box on the corner of the table, and blinked her big lake blue eyes.

"I don't know if he will like this..."

With Chuya Zhongya returning from his injuries, the port mafia officially launched a counterattack operation. Under the eyes of the military and police, it was very lively fighting with various forces.

Seeing that Port Mafia gradually took the initiative, and even began to gradually encroach on other organizations, Irene suddenly received contact from Gin.

"It's almost time, you can prepare to come back." Qin Jiu didn't take the risk of meeting her this time, but contacted her by phone.

"Huh?" Irene was flustered when she received a call from Qin Jiu suddenly.

She walked to the window and lowered her voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Rum contacted me recently. Yokohama is not in the right spot right now. The military and police seem to be planning to make a big mess~ Trouble comes in. If you stay here, it will easily be affected." Gin Jiu said succinctly that he was preparing to retreat on his side, and then By the way, come and take Irene back together.

"So I'm just passing by?"

Hearing the meaning of Gin, if it wasn't for Rum's special mention, maybe he was going to throw himself in the port Mafia to fend for himself. The corners of Irene's mouth twitched.

She didn't know whether she should be grateful to the organization for finally thinking of herself at this time, or hope that the organization would forget about herself and directly treat her as an undercover agent.

"Okay, don't be narcissistic, you know what role you are." Gin Jiu on the other end of the phone complained directly without caring about Irene's face.

"Or do you want to stay here?"

"No, of course I would like to go back if I can, but this time period seems a little awkward..." Irene glanced at the calendar, racking her brains to delay the day for a while.

"I don't have time to fool around with you, take your brain and retreat quickly."

There seemed to be something urgent on Gin Wine's side. After saying this, he hung up the phone without waiting for Irene's answer.

"feed me……"

Irene still wanted to say something, but she was silent for a while listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, and then sighed.

"This is really...a headache..."

She pressed her forehead against the cold window and pulled out a wry smile.

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Eileen: Hey, it's not that I don't want to stay here, it's Gin that made me--