I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

Yokohama pier at night

After the sun went down, illegal activities that could not be exposed to the sun became rampant. Under the cover of night, tall ships loaded with weapons and smuggled goods slowly docked.

When the Hong Kong gangster who was in charge of supervising the delivery of the goods breathed a sigh of relief——

With a bang, the curtain of the battle was opened.

Half an hour later, the rain-like tense gunfire stopped suddenly, and the noisy voices also subsided. All survivors stared in a certain direction, waiting for the next instruction from their superiors.

In the silence, the click of the lighter was particularly eye-catching. A cluster of flames ignited in the dark night, and then quickly extinguished, leaving only orange sparks.

No one spoke during the whole process, and the subordinates next to him seemed to be non-existent, and they could not even hear the sound of breathing, which shows how strict the discipline of this organization is.

But they dare not speak, perhaps because of the man.

The smell of blood and gunpowder smoke permeated the air. The long-haired man was biting a cigarette, and the bright sparks outlined his hard facial contours and shark-like smile.

"Kill them all!"

Even the voice exudes a strong killing intent.

The subordinates who received the order did not say a word, and before the prisoners on the ground begged for mercy, they raised their guns and sent them on the road cleanly.

"Brother, isn't that good? Didn't Ray tell us to leave us alive?" Vodka asked with some hesitation. Targeted ambushes, otherwise the supernatural beings of the port mafia will not be so easy to deal with."

"Are you going to teach me how to do things?" Qin Jiu didn't look back at him.

"No, no!" Vodka immediately stood at attention.

"Heh, if he is really loyal to the organization, this request is nothing, but unfortunately, his good days are coming to an end."

"Could it be that?"

The phone rang, and Gin didn't answer Vodka's question, but connected the phone.

The lazy female voice has a hint of charm, and the ending sound is like a small hook: "How is the situation with you, Gin?"

Gin Jiu ignored the woman's flirting question, and asked directly: "How is the arrangement in the United States?"

"You're too indifferent," Belmode complained half-heartedly, Gin frowned, and as if aware of his dissatisfaction, corrected his attitude in time, "Everything went well, the little mice took the bait."

Gin's stern face was tinged with excitement: "Very well, I'm looking forward to what that fellow Ray will look like when he sees me."

"I want to see it too—then you have to come back as planned, the decisive battle is five days later." Belmode raised his red lips, "And they seem to be full of thought that if you are transferred, no one in the headquarters will be available, no I know where the illusion came from."

Gin smiled contemptuously: "It's because of the rye whiskey. There really aren't many people in this department who can compare to him."

Before hanging up the phone, Belmode warned as if he just remembered: "You'd better pay attention, kill so many key members of the port mafia, be careful of their counterattack."

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Qin Jiu said, "...running very fast."

The absinthe woman has always been sensitive, and this statement must be groundless.

Since the news of the leader's serious illness leaked, the port mafia has been enemies from all directions in the past two weeks. It is not only the black organization that has taken advantage of the fire, but the most prestigious organizations in Yokohama City are eager to take a bite of this piece of fat.

But most of them were beaten back by Hong Kong gangsters as soon as they showed their heads, and then shrank back in a timely manner-but the Black Clothes Organization, an outsider with no foundation in Yokohama, had a great record, which caused Hong Kong gangsters to lose a lot of manpower. full of hatred.

Gin knows this, but it doesn't mean he will keep a low profile. In his opinion, the black organization wants to take advantage of this opportunity to develop power in Yokohama, so he, the strongest fighter, can't show any signs of weakness, otherwise he will be left to wait and see. Businesses are sending very bad signals.

"Mind your own business, the guy who can keep me in Yokohama hasn't been born yet." Gin whispered, then raised his head to look at Vodka next to him, "What's the next itinerary?"

Vodka was still shocked by the secret he heard just now, and hurriedly took out his notebook from his pocket: "...at eight o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow, the president of the transportation company that intends to cooperate with us invited us to the party."

"After solving this matter, we can leave Japan."

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When Odasaku received the call from Dazai, he was holding a gang member who was trying to plant a bomb in a convenience store.

Because he was slightly distracted by the sound of the phone, the guy who had calmed down took it as an opportunity to resist desperately. Odasaku had to knock him out first, and then he was free to get the phone.

He gave a few instructions to the convenience store employees, told them to notify the police, then hurriedly left the place and connected the phone.

...Although he is doing heroic work, Odasaku has no hidden identity, just an ordinary bottom member of the port mafia.

However, because the upper echelons of the mafia seem to be preparing for some big moves recently, the upper echelons have been withdrawn. Relatively speaking, the protection of these stores under the mafia is naturally much weaker.

However, thinking that the mafia is about to collapse, more and more organizations jumped out to make trouble.

It is conceivable how severe the situation facing the mafia is, and it has even been reduced to the point where it can only rely on low-level employees like him to deal with terrorists who are strapped with explosives.

What's even more frightening is that, because there is no spare space in the dungeon of the headquarters, the dignified mafia actually wants to send the captured prisoners to the police station.

It's a great shame.

However, Odasaku didn't feel much about it. After all, he was just a low-level employee who always dealt with trivial matters, and he had never felt the so-called "mafia pride".

Since it's an order from a superior, he should do it well——his thoughts are surprisingly simple.

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At noon, Odasaku got away from his busy work and came to the door of a western restaurant.

He looked at the extravagantly decorated gate and the well-dressed guests inside, then thought about how much salary he had just received and didn't have time to spend, and walked in.

"Odasaku, here, here!"

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the boy's cheerful call from the corner. He turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Dazai with his coat draped over his shoulders and his right eye wrapped in a bandage.

After ordering a curry, Odasaku looked at Dazai again and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Apart from this reason, he couldn't think of why this boy who had only met twice now suddenly called him out.

But if this is really the reason, Dazai may be disappointed, because he is just a low-level member, and the other party, even if Odasaku didn't deliberately inquire, was forced by his colleagues to popularize his legendary experience.

Although Dazai did not officially join the Mafia, he was very active during the ten days of foreign operations. First, he helped Mr. Mori, who stayed behind, uncover many spies, and then defeated an organization that wanted to take advantage of the fire, and let other enemies of the Mafia Don't dare to act rashly.

Immediately afterwards, he was sent to the front line where the fighting was fierce, and he made great achievements in battle. It happened that many middle and high-level cadres died in battle, and the position was vacant. Everyone in the Mafia was guessing when he would fill it.

For such a bright future star, Oda Saku certainly didn't think he could help him in any way.