I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

At 07:30 in the afternoon of Tokyo time, the mafia member who was hiding far away in the abandoned building and watched with binoculars was shocked. He quickly picked up his mobile phone and edited a text message to notify the headquarters, while staring intently at the distinctive Porsche 365A speeding away Within minutes it was gone.

While the cadres left, the stronghold of the Black Organization was still in good order, and the militants with guns outside the building patrolled in an orderly manner.

Half an hour later, dozens of pitch-black cars arrived near the stronghold. Hundreds of well-trained black suits alighted from the cars, surrounded the stronghold quietly, and then hibernated quietly, waiting for the next order from their superiors.

Although in the past few days, middle-level cadres have been killed one after another, which inevitably caused panic within the Mafia, but this time, the black suits are full of confidence. As for the reason-

From the time when they turned their heads in awe to look at the leading black sports car, they could guess that the strength and prestige of the leader of this operation was very trusted.

"'Two of the five major cadres have been mobilized, and it will definitely be a great success.'" A woman in a gorgeous kimono with gorgeous make-up propped her chin, watched the members' reactions through the car window, and said with a smile on her lips, "All the subordinates are like this. Think about it?"

"They think well." The man in the driver's seat nodded appreciatively.

His face is hard, like an ax chopping a knife, his back is tall and straight, his voice is thick and thick, his whole body is full of unmistakable killing intent and fierce fighting intent, and the top of his head is full of blood. If you ask Dazai to describe it, you can definitely tell that the opponent's hands are stained. More than a thousand lives were lost.

It's a perfect fit for Yakuza movies and what people imagine mafia cadres to be.

"In fact, we don't need the two of us to do this task at all. The stronghold of the black organization can be taken by Guangjin alone without the killer in charge."

Guangjin Liulang is the head of the Black Lizard Hundred, a senior member of the port mafia, but compared to the level of the five major cadres, he is still a little lacking.

"Well, I can probably understand that man's decision. The mafia's defeat in the past few days has been seen by various forces in Yokohama. If we don't use a vigorous victory to wash away the shame and let others see how good we are, even if we will The black organization drove out of our territory, and the prestige of the mafia has disappeared." Hongye said casually.

The man laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, don't you admire the doctor very much? Why do you have such a bad relationship with him?"

It is not a secret that the leader's personal doctor, Mori Ogai, and Momiji, one of the five major cadres, are at odds with the port mafia, and it seems that Momiji unilaterally dislikes the doctor. After all, she has shown disgust to Mori Ogai in public more than once, and the doctor He didn't say anything bad about her, and sometimes his attitude could even be called humble.

Members of the Port Mafia have made various speculations in private, and because of the sex of the two, most of these speculations are peachy, but Hongye's strength is there, and her personality is not gentle and tolerant. Dare to talk too much in front of her.

The man in the driver's seat is also a member of the five major cadres. When talking about this matter, he didn't have as many concerns as the members below, but for the sake of his colleagues, he didn't say those guesses, but asked casually as a joke.

It was indeed a random question, because Hongye never took the initiative to explain the reason, and everyone assumed that she didn't want to mention the past, so when the man asked, he didn't expect Hongye to give an answer.

The result was beyond his expectation. Hongye, who used to be like a shell on this issue, changed her attitude drastically, and she actually said it lightly with an undisguised attitude: "Because doctors want to gain the trust of the leaders, they can't go with the mafia cadres." too close."

The amount of information in this sentence was too much, and cold sweat broke out on the man's head.

In an instant, he recalled the contact between Mori Ogai and Ozaki Koyo. Apart from verbal sarcasm and sword threats, Momiji never caused any real harm to the doctor, and because Momi Ogai always confronted him when he appeared, several times This incident, where only the top five cadres are qualified to comment, unknowingly involved doctors.

The most recent one was like this morning, when Hongye mocked and rejected the decision made by the five major cadres last night, and it was Hongye who seemed impatient to leave first, but Mori Ogai's suggestion was accepted in the shortest possible time.

This also led to the doctor taking over the command when he gathered the main members in the afternoon.

In just a few seconds, the man figured out the cooperative relationship between the two, and in a blink of an eye, even greater doubts flooded up—why did Hongye suddenly say this to him? Wasn't he afraid that he would inform the leader and the chief?

As expected of a ruthless mafia cadre, all kinds of dark conjectures crossed the man's mind for a moment, and then he drew the gun and pulled the trigger at Hongye without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, the light of the knife in the carriage suddenly lit up, and then there was only a loud bang, and the bullet was split in half from the middle, and fell to the ground and bounced twice.

"You're overthinking," Hongye said, "I'm telling you this because the overall situation has been settled. After the battle is over and you return to the headquarters building, the port mafia will change—so do you choose His Royal Highness Mori or Mr. ?”

The huge body of the golden Yaksha was squeezed into the car, with the long sword resting on the man's neck, the threat was self-evident.

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the huge alien. Huo De looked at Hongye, his eyes in the dimly lit space like a lone wolf hunting in the jungle at night.

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As night fell, under the night sky dotted with a few stars, a luxurious small cruise ship floated on the sea, and the sea area illuminated by crystal lights was transparent.

Although the layout was luxurious, due to the ulterior purpose of today's banquet, in order to prevent information from being leaked or being mixed in by unknown people, no service personnel were hired except the captain's mate who was familiar with the initiator.

Therefore, there are no waiters in this hall, so it is a little deserted, but entrepreneurs in suits and leather shoes are talking in low voices with wine glasses, and men in black are guarding around, and the atmosphere is quite serious and high-end.

And when these guests with invitations boarded the ship, they were checked one by one by the members of the black-clothed organization responsible for maintaining order. Everyone knew that the matter was urgent, so they came alone without bringing any extra people.

It should be so.

On the deck, members of the organization in black stretched out their arms to block the approaching people, frowning: "Mr. Maeda, this is..."

"Mr. Maeda" has an ugly expression - because of the "girl" dangling in front of his eyes from time to time.

The "girl" is 155 centimeters tall. After wearing 8 centimeters high heels, she is easily a head taller than the 152 centimeters "Maeda". The contrast is tragic.

"Maeda" had already protested in a low voice several times to keep the other party away, but it was unsurprisingly ignored, and that guy even had more fun.In front of so many people, he couldn't raise his foot to kick people away as usual, this bastard took advantage of his inability to make an inch of his hands, so he purposely approached him to disgust him...

This caused "Maeda" to grind his teeth all the way, hovering on the edge of the explosion like a barrel of Coca-Cola shaken vigorously, but after walking a few steps and encountering someone blocking the way, he clenched his fists.

At the critical moment, a cool hand landed on the fist, unceremoniously pinched the soft flesh on the back of "Maeda", and he turned his head and glared at the girl fiercely in pain.

It just so happened that the girl lowered her head in order to pretend that she didn't dare to look at the members of the black organization because she was afraid.

While winking at "Maeda" from an angle that the members of the black-clothed organization couldn't see, the girl said timidly in a soft voice: "I am Maeda Haruko, and this is my uncle, because I was warned by the Mafia to bribe my family." The servant was poisoned, and his throat was temporarily speechless, so he brought me here to help deliver the news."

"Oh...oh," as the girl spoke softly, the thin indigo mist dispersed, and the man in black's eyes were in a trance for a second, then returned to normal in a blink of an eye, then easily accepted the girl's explanation, and stepped aside to open the door. "So that's the case, then you go in."

In this way, the two coped with round after round of interrogation, and successfully sneaked into the hall where the banquet was being held.

Dazai glanced quickly: "That's right, according to the list obtained from Maeda's mouth through torture, the traitors are all on this boat, even if there are fish that slip through the net, as long as the deterrence is in place, they must not dare to take any action."

"Then proceed according to the plan, and according to the distribution map, destroy the lifeboats, control room and engine room on the ship, as well as possible helicopters, and then send a signal, and leave the rest of the work to Mr. Lan Tang .”

Because the search was very strict, the implication effect of the illusion could not be guaranteed to be foolproof, so they did not bring thermal weapons, but Dazai believed that he could sink the ship by himself.

The corner they were in was relatively remote, not attracting much attention, so Chuka no longer hesitated, took a step back and distanced himself from Dazai, stared at the mackerel with folded arms and a sneer: "If that's the case, let's do the math first." Between us."

Dazai's expression froze, and he pretended to be stupid, trying to get away with it: "What are you talking about, we are still working on the task, don't be impulsive..."

While stabilizing Chuya with these words, Dazai moved his footsteps calmly, seeing that he was about to get out of this hidden corner - as long as he was exposed to the eyes of everyone, with the degree of responsibility of Chuya, he would never treat him He does it.

But the boy's strong arm was pressed on his shoulder like cast iron, and Dazai couldn't move for a moment, he could only look at Nakaya with a stiff smile.

"Since you can put on makeup for yourself, why did you put on this stupid outfit for me? Is it just to make fun of me?" Zhong also gritted his teeth and tightened his fingers.

Dazai frowned.The lady's dress he was wearing exposed his shoulders, and the palm of the little dwarf was in contact with that piece of skin without hindrance. The slightly hot temperature made Dazai, who never liked getting too close to people, very uncomfortable.

He suddenly became irritable.

In Nakaya's eyes, after Dazai was exposed by him, he stuck out his tongue at him without any guilt, and said in feigned surprise: "Ah, the slug's IQ has suddenly increased. Did you take some panacea? Since you If you guessed it all, then I’ll tell you—pretending to fail the Disguise Technique is just to watch the jokes of the little dwarf.”

Being provoked to the face, can this be tolerated?

But before Chuya punched him, Dazai suddenly screamed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the hall to the two of them.

Nakaya watched helplessly as the bastard Dazai grimaced at him and shouted in a pitiful cry: "There are mice, it's scary~"

Immediately, he held his breath in his throat and couldn't get up or down.

Then Dazai, who was holding his chest and performed breathing on the spot, was surrounded by a group of members of the black organization and sent to the lounge, before disappearing around the corner, he squeezed his eyes for a while, signaling not to forget their plan.

The author has something to say: I will be on the clip tomorrow, so I will update tomorrow (Friday) at [-] o'clock in the evening, and Gagen will drop