The wrong way to open the healing ability

The Dragon Head War, which was triggered by the wealth left by people with unknown supernatural powers, finally swept across the entire Yokohama war with a vigorous attitude, and came to an end with the bloody storm.

Since the fighting between major gang organizations is mostly at night, Yokohama is relatively peaceful during the day, and ordinary Yokohama citizens can still be seen coming and going on the devastated streets.Even if the night may have to flee from the hail of bullets, life must go on as usual.

Although the daytime is still stable, anyone who is familiar with the current situation in Yokohama will not choose to visit Yokohama at this time.

So when a young man dressed as a traveler appeared in the square in front of the port mafia headquarters building, all the passers-by couldn't help casting prying eyes.

The young man between a young man and a teenager is thin but tall, wearing a black suit that is meticulous, and his shirt is buttoned to the top button neatly.

The long, soft black hair had obviously been carefully groomed, and was tied into a refreshing high ponytail, revealing a neck that was too pale to look like a living person.

Even though it was a cloudy day with not strong sunlight, he was holding a big black umbrella and an ancient suitcase in the other hand, giving him a sense of isolation that was incompatible with this modern world.

People passing by shook their heads and sighed.It doesn't look like a person with a bad brain, why did he choose this time to come to Yokohama, maybe tomorrow he will become a dead body on the street that no one cares about.

It's a pity for the handsome and delicate face of this young man.

The young man raised his head as if feeling something, his deep blue eyes nodded gently and smiled at passers-by, his footsteps were still unhurried, he stopped next to a little flower seller on the side of the square, bent slightly, and spoke softly. Saying:

"Please give me a bouquet of white flowers."

As one of the active cadres of the Port Mafia, Machi Eguchi has been away on business trips since Mori Ogai became the leader a few years ago.The old and new leaders have alternated, and the current leader Mori Ogai's behavior style is completely different from that of the previous generation. All the dark lines of cooperation with overseas organizations need to be overthrown and restarted.

Shinchi, who has been staying in a foreign country, only recently received a contact from Mori Ogai, saying that the port mafia had suffered heavy losses in this sudden struggle and urgently needed talents who could lead the overall situation.

It's just that there may be no need to go back to Hong Kong for the time being.

Zhenzhi noticed the inconspicuous calluses on the palms of the little flower seller, her eyes darkened, and her smile remained unchanged. After holding the bouquet, she politely thanked her and turned to leave the square.

——Just happened to pass by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who was approaching the flower girl.

"Sir, do you need flowers too?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's gaze stayed on the box in Machi's hand for a second, and smiled slightly at the shy girl.

"Yes, I want a white flower just like the gentleman just now."

At this time, Zhenzhi had already left the scope of the square, put away the black umbrella, and sat down on the bench under the shade of the tree.Putting the suitcase and the bouquet of white flowers on the bench casually, Zhenzhi took out one from his pocket - the elderly machine.

While waiting for the call to be connected, Zhenzhi witnessed the girl who was smiling at him just now took out a submachine gun from behind and pointed it at the young man in white.

Not only that, all the ordinary citizens passing by just now took out weapons from unimaginable places, and there are even a few people with supernatural abilities that are rare.

Zhenzhi nodded in satisfaction. It seems that during his absence in Hong Kong and Hei, Chief Mori did follow his suggestion to expand Hong Kong and Hei's subsidiary business, but some industries are a bit subtle.

The satisfaction in Zhenzhi's eyes turned into shock when he saw the boy in black with black hair and black eyes and one eye covered with a bandage coming out from behind the members of Hong Kong gangsters.

"Is it Machi-kun? You have returned to Yokohama, do you want to send someone to pick you up?"

Mori Ogai's relaxed voice with a smile came from the connected phone, and one could guess from his tone that the port mafia actually took advantage of this struggle, sweeping almost all hostile forces, and finally ushered in The only one in the world in Yokohama.

"Sen, although I have known for a long time that you are not a good person."

Zhenzhi put on a gentle mask on his face, tapped the suitcase lightly with his black gloved fingers, but the tone on the phone was heartbroken.

"But I didn't know that you would actually exploit underage labor."

Mori Ogai on the other end of the phone paused, and quickly realized who Shinchi was talking about.

"...You met Dazai-kun. How is it, as I said before, he is an interesting kid, right?"

"Well, although I only saw it from a distance, it's hard to judge the specifics," Zhenzhi squinted his eyes, and from such a distance, he could only see that the boy's face seemed to be a little surprised at first, and then it turned into a smile. He smiled knowingly that he had the winning ticket in his hands.

"But Sen, you'd better get ready and leave your office right now."

Zhenzhi raised his eyebrows and showed a somewhat nasty smile.

"—The building in Hong Kong and Hei is about to explode."

"boom--"

Accompanied by deafening explosions, the black building, symbolizing the authority of Hong Kong and black, burned in flames, and slowly tilted towards the square and fell down.

The boy named Osamu Dazai and the "White Kirin" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko disappeared amidst the chaotic shouts of the crowd.

Zhenzhi held the mobile phone in front of her eyes, and saw that the phone had been hung up as expected, black smoke was coming out of the old man's phone, and it was completely scrapped.

"Isn't even the elderly machine..."

Zhenzhi sighed, and casually threw the mobile phone whose calling card had completely expired into the trash can next to it.He originally thought that the old man could resist his mechanical saboteur physique, but he couldn't hold on to a single phone call.

"Yokohama is really a city doomed to many disasters."

"Are you right, Tosi-jun?"

Even if it wasn't the twelfth lunar month, the young man who was wearing a felt hat and a thick and warm plush coat sat down on the vacant seat on the bench.Hearing Zhenzhi's exclamation, he put his hands on his chin with great interest, and stared at the square shrouded in flames.

"Mr. Patron is not qualified to say such things?"

Fyodor Dostoevsky put a small signal receiver and a folded note on the trunk.

A moving red dot flashed on the small screen, representing Shibusawa's current path.

Zhenzhi was well aware of his physique of bombing machines, so he didn't go directly to pick up the receiver, but shook out the note first, and browsed through the information written on it at a glance.

After crushing the worthless note, Machi reached out and unlocked the suitcase, and gave Fyodor a "you understand" look.

The suitcase was empty except for a thin stack of documents.

"One of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's collections is the ability to speed up the aging of the human body."

Fyodor tilted his head, gently put the receiver into the box for Zhenzhi, his fingertips inadvertently scratched the inner layer of the box.

In just the next second, there was an extra bloodstain on Fyodor's neck out of thin air.

"Put away your little thoughts, Tuo Sijun."

Zhenzhi's voice was soft and peaceful, and he even stretched out his hand quite leisurely to brush Fyodor's black hair, wiping the blood on his neck for him.

Fyodor was stunned, stretched out his hand to caress the wound on his neck, quickly smiled happily, and closed the suitcase.

"Zhenzhijun, you are really a complete lunatic."

Zhenzhi chuckled, stood up unhurriedly, opened the big black umbrella again, picked up the suitcase and turned to leave.

"Ah, yes, I'm a madman."

"I want to die and think crazy."

……

"Mr. Zhongye, welcome back."

Mori Ogai propped his chin with both hands, and looked at Nakahara Chuya who was so anxious that he almost broke in with a smile.

"Boss, that bastard Dazai has been missing for two days."

Although Nakahara Nakahara, who was very disgusted in his mouth, was still very concerned about the safety of his partner in his heart, as soon as he entered the chief's office, he realized his faux pas and took off his hat to show respect.

"Do you need to send someone to search?"

Mori Ogai, who knows his adopted children quite well, has a calm expression.

"For Dazai-kun, although you don't have to worry about it for the time being, the search task will be left to you, Chuya-kun."

Mori Ogai seemed to have remembered something, took out a photo from the drawer, and slid across the desk.

"I have another thing to ask you to help me bring this man back."

"Boss, is this an enemy that needs to be captured alive?"

Zhong also took the photo and asked suspiciously.

This photo is so blurry that it seems to be the failure of some novice paparazzi. It can only be seen that it is a person wearing a white coat over the military uniform. His complexion is sickly pale and almost blends with the clothes on his body.

The person being photographed seems to have noticed the person taking the sneak shot, even if the photo is blurry, he can feel the awe-inspiring murderous intent in those dark blue eyes.

"This photo is too blurry, can I really recognize it?"

"No, he's not the enemy."

Mori Ogai was amused and waved his hand.Sitting on the carpet next to her, Alice, who was drawing with a crayon, let out a crisp laugh.

"Because Zhenzhi Jun hates taking pictures the most. This is the only surviving photo, so it can't be blurred. But you can recognize him as soon as you see him."

"He is your senior, Nakaya-kun, you should have heard his name. His name is Eguchi Machi, and he is one of the official cadres of the Port Mafia."

"Is the only owner of the healing ability in the port mafia."

Zhong also struggled for a while, but still couldn't help asking questions.

"Boss, since you are a cadre, why do you need me...to bring it back?"

Mori Ogai sighed, his expression was indescribable.

"Like Dazai-kun, he has been out of contact for two days. As for the reason——"

"Probably the phone was blown up by him again."

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