I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

In addition to the five major cadres gathered in front of the chief's bedroom, there were also other middle and high-level officials, such as Black Lizard's head of hundreds, heads of ten, and heads of the intelligence department and R&D department. It can be said that the main force of the entire port mafia was Regardless of those who are sent abroad on business trips, those who are still in Yokohama are gathered here.

"Hey, doctor, what exactly is the leader asking us to come here for?"

"How is the leader's health?"

"Has the leader already known about the organization's plight?"

"Why don't you let us in?"

There were a lot of people, and dozens of people asked questions to Mori Ogai. The corridor was chaotic for a while, and the scene was like a supermarket selling discounted products being looted by everyone. Now the doctor is the most sought-after discounted product.

He was pushed by people from all directions, like a boat floating on the sea and tossed by the waves. In order to maintain the scene, he had to raise his voice and shout: "Quiet, please be quiet!"

The scene was a little calm, and Mori Ogai breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes, and explained to the cadres: "The leader just woke up, and his body is still very weak. I think it is not good for his health to meet so many people at once, but the leader insisted. I can only call you here."

"However, in order to avoid the deterioration of the leader's condition, I hope that you will not all gather around the leader's bed—because the bedroom is large enough, so everyone can stand a little farther away; another thing to pay attention to is to try not to make the leader angry, so it is best to avoid Report the battle report that may become the fuse..."

The Colonel was grumpy and grabbed Mori Ogai by the collar: "What do you mean?"

"Mr. Da Zuo!" The other cadres at the scene exclaimed and tried to stop them, but they were all pushed aside by Da Zuo.

There is no good news in the battle report that needs to be dealt with by the leader. If the old man is in good health, he will be furious when he hears it. Not to mention that he is walking towards death step by step, any sign of trouble will be regarded as a provocation by him...

And the other party is indeed provocative, so as long as the report is truthful, the leader cannot fail to get angry.

"Are you telling us not to tell the leader the truth, and to make our own decisions when the leader is conscious? This is betrayal!"

If the leader is not awake, making their own decisions can be said to be an emergency response in a crisis, but if the leader wakes up, then all judgments should be left to the leader.

I have to say that this phenomenon is quite weird. Even if it is just an ordinary company, when the top decision-maker is seriously ill, the power should be delegated to the heir. If the heir is not qualified or capable enough, the elders will come forward to assist.

No matter what, the old man half buried in the ground should not be allowed to continue to bear the responsibility of decision-making, because the physiological state is so poor that it is inevitable that there will be mistakes in decision-making and even irreparable mistakes. Wouldn't it destroy the entire organization with it?

But the port mafia did.

Their current leader has a violent and brutal personality, and his attachment to power is stronger than any of his predecessors. He is also suspicious, self-willed, and determined to go his own way.

This point did not change at all after he felt that his health had deteriorated, and even his temper became more and more weird, and he would throw a tantrum over a small matter, like killing all the red-haired children in the vicinity because the red-haired child was scribbling on his car. This kind of thing has happened many times.

None of the subordinates who have long been accustomed to the leader's iron-blooded style have thought of admonishing... Maybe someone has said it, but everyone who is still alive now knows it is not him.

This organization has already come to an end.

Of course, for the cadres who agree with the concept of the leader—such as the Chief, they don’t feel that there is anything wrong at all, but they agree with both hands and feet, because in their hearts, the Mafia should be so unscrupulous.

This is also why the Colonel is so easily agitated when it comes to the leader.

"Answer me doctor, what do you mean?!"

Mori Ogai raised his hands to show that he was harmless, but he was not too afraid: "I am thinking about the leader's health. If Mr. Dazuo thinks that my intentions are not pure, you can report me in front of the leader, but I will not change my words. .”

Da Zuo's face froze, and the hand holding the doctor's collar tightened suddenly: "You bastard..."

Mori Ogai was indifferent, or in other words, he acted too calmly in the face of the furious leader who sent cadres to make trouble for the doctor: "If I don't want to obey the doctor's advice, I can't help it. Mr. Dazuo can try it, but I have to It must be stated in advance that if the leader's condition worsens because of your words, then you are deliberately murdering the leader."

"you!"

The words have come to this point, when the Colonel dares to say one more word in front of the leader, if the old man has any problems in the future, this unscrupulous doctor will definitely push all the responsibility!

Even if Da Zuo was loyal to the leader, he would not dare to take such a risk.

The doctor's expression was calm, and the chief's thick wrists were full of veins, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't decide to kill the personal doctor who was trusted by the leader, and he was unwilling to let go like this. The scene was deadlocked for a while.

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This night is destined not to be peaceful.

In a mansion in the affluent area of ​​Yokohama, Maeda, as the leader of a large company who has seen many turmoil, has difficulty maintaining his composure in front of this young man, and has to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead from time to time.

Seeing him frightened like this, Dazai felt really bored, resting his right hand on the armrest of the sofa, resting his chin, his eyes slightly downcast, he looked at the study casually: "How is it? Mr. Maeda, it's just an invitation card, if you have any difficulties If so, you can tell me directly."

Then send you on your way.

Maeda hesitated and never responded positively.

It's not that he's timid, he's afraid of even a mere brat in the mafia, it's just that he happened to do something with a guilty conscience, and the other party pointed out the company's difficulties in a few words, and the psychological pressure increased.

Usually relying on the help of the mafia to eliminate opponents, the company has developed smoothly to this point. Now that the mafia is at a disadvantage in the war, and my company is in trouble, I feel that the mafia is too busy to help, so I can't wait It is morally unjustifiable to seek a next family.

As a result, his little trick was discovered by the mafia, and the cadres came to the door to issue a warning and threatened him to find a way to sneak himself into that party...

Here comes the question, should he obey the cadre's order, or should he be ambiguous and perfunctory, and notify the black organization after sending the person away?

With the cold gun pressed against his forehead, Maeda broke out in a cold sweat.

Dazai rolled his eyes, and said softly: "You seem to have not understood the situation. When your abnormality is exposed, there are only two ways left. Try to cooperate with our actions to ask for forgiveness. or--"

Dazai prolonged his voice on purpose, and seeing Maeda shaking like chaff, he smiled and said, "My subordinates are waiting for orders downstairs. Do you want to go on the road with all the family members in this house?"

"Or do you think that after betraying the Mafia and being discovered again, there will be a good end?"

Maeda's body was stiff, he couldn't move a single finger, his tongue was frozen as if he couldn't speak, and he could only stare at the boy with wide eyes in horror.

"Mr. Maeda seems to have some problem."

Under the soft light, those iris-colored eyes faintly glowed red, as if there was a strong killing intent coming from just looking at each other, entangled hands and feet like substance, and the sense of existence was as clear as the muzzle of the forehead .

Maeda couldn't help being agitated, regained control of his body, hurriedly looked away, and repeatedly assured: "No problem, no problem, of course it's no problem!"

After agreeing, he paused, and asked cautiously: "But the killers of the Black Organization are very vigilant..."

"You don't need to worry about this issue," Dazai withdrew his pistol. Maeda heaved a sigh of relief, and heard Dazai casually say, "I will disguise myself as your female companion and go to the banquet."

With a bang, Maeda slid from the sofa to the floor.

Facing Dazai's half-smile eyes, he showed a smile uglier than crying, and stammered: "No, it's nothing..."

"Then I'll stay here tonight, okay?"

"no no……"

How is it possible, the port mafia has such cadres, there is no future at all!

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In the middle of the night, Dazai did not turn on the lights, and sat on the large bay window in the bedroom with his mobile phone, humming a weird tune and looking out at the dark blue night sky outside the window. His slender right leg was naturally drooping, kicking the air once and for all.

When the phone was connected, Dazai stopped kicking and stopped singing.

After a while, a smile appeared on his face: "The identity was discovered in advance, and the cadres inside are currently transferring important information? Isn't this just convenient for your actions? It is much less difficult to rob halfway than directly attacking the heavily guarded fortress?"

The other side said something again, Dazai didn't answer immediately, but laughed softly.

After laughing enough, he asked back in his own unique and slightly mocking tone: "Are you testing me? Mr. Zhuxing with a strong sense of justice?"

"Many criminals fled after hearing the news, and the headquarters almost became an empty city?"

"Didn't that organization have a lot of people? The bottom-level members of the dignified transnational criminal organization in various countries add up, and the number is not even comparable to the main members of the port mafia in Yokohama."

"However, the quality and quantity of the cadres are comparable, and the funds are abundant. They have intervened in the political circles, controlled the lifelines of many large companies, and the value of scientific research results is immeasurable... These are the reasons why you regard it as a serious problem, right? But all the important information is in your hands. In the hands of their BOSS, and you have been undercover for so long and can't find out the identity of that guy."

"Fortunately, although the so-called headquarters is a cover, you have confirmed that there are indeed backups of research materials and member lists, and the cadres in charge of guarding are not low-status. The purpose of this operation was to take down the materials and capture the A cadre called Belmode—if I guess correctly, Miss Belmode will probably stay and watch your jokes if she thinks she can escape, and her underestimation of the enemy is your opportunity."

Dazai stopped here, listening to the sudden stern voice on the other side of the phone and the vigilant questioning, lowered his eyes, and said in a perfunctory tone: "How do I know this? It's a business secret, business secret, anyway, Zhu Xingjun's identity has been leaked." It has nothing to do with me, I know that according to your original plan, things went smoothly, and you can continue to undercover after capturing Belmode, but now everything is in vain."

There is a friend who aims to "eradicate the world's mafia" and is proficient in disguise and acting skills. Even if he is not interested, the information is received by the other party.

The schadenfreude in his words was quickly noticed by the other party, but faced with the questioning of the excellent FBI who doubled his anger and almost completely lost his composure, Dazai always pretended to be stupid: "What are you talking about, Zhu Xingjun, did we have an agreement on that kind of thing?" ?”

He counted his achievements without any guilt: "When I met you, I have already provided you with information about the cadres of the Port Mafia, helping you to make contributions and improve your status in the organization, and then find a way to get rid of the black organization's cadres. Hitman dragged in Yokohama, best to let the Port Mafia and Hitman lose both before he can go back to rescue - so far so good."

In the end, Dazai even turned back and accused the other party confidently: "On the contrary, Zhu Xingjun, as a collaborator, not only did not help at all, but even made mistakes in his own actions, which almost got me involved, don't you think so? Is the FBI so unreasonable?"

Hearing something, Dazai fell silent.

After a long while, he suddenly tilted his head, his gaze was as calm as a puppet who has withdrawn from his emotions, the corners of his mouth raised without any concealment, his tone was erratic as if he was stepping on cotton, and he might lose his head at any time: "You are not cautious enough, how can you blame me What about me?"