They all think I'm a boss

"Are you interested in hunting mice with me?"

Across a layer of transparent glass, the black-haired young man on the opposite side smiled at him with a harmless face.

"speak English."

"Well, let's change the question. Do you know Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky?"

Hearing this name again, which seemed to be made up of words, the face of the Japanese-Russian mixed-race young man immediately appeared in front of Fujikawa Toki.

"Have met once."

He couldn't even remember the person's name, so he didn't even know him.

"And do you know the rat of the dead house?"

"do not know."

Fujikawa still shook his head.

Dazai stared at Fujikawa on the opposite side for a while, and suddenly held his forehead helplessly, "Ashi, you really don't listen to the outside world, and you only want to make a lot of money."

Fujikawa didn't speak, but stood up silently and prepared to leave. This guy was chattering, and he always said half of what he said, and staying here was a waste of time.

"Eh? Wait, I haven't finished my sentence yet..."

Dazai didn't expect Fujikawa Toki's patience to be so poor, he was about to leave before halfway through speaking, so Erkang hurriedly signaled him not to leave.

"The person you stabbed was the president of our Armed Detective Agency."

Hearing these words, Fujikawa Toki stopped in his tracks. He turned his head to look at the black-haired young man behind him, and said calmly, "I didn't stab him."

"I know."

Dazai nodded, "But now the police have evidence of your 'crime', based on my one-sided words, it is impossible to let you out, if you want to prove your innocence, we can only ask our president to come to the police station in person You clarify."

Of course Fujikawa Toki knew this, he returned to his previous position, looked at the black-haired young man opposite, and beckoned him to continue talking.

"If our president remains in a coma like this, you will also be imprisoned here and cannot get out. This is Fyodor's purpose."

Fujikawa glanced at him, "What good will it do him?"

"For creatures like rats, of course, the worse the living environment, the better. It can first cause conflicts between the port mafia and the armed detective agency. As for you Honmaru, do you think that if you are kept here all the time, your A group of subordinates will stand by and watch?"

Dazai rested his chin on one hand, and looked at Fujikawa opposite him motionlessly, "Actually, with your strength, you can escape before the police arrest you. As for this detention center, it is no different from a piece of paper to you. Bar."

The young man's iris-colored eyes seemed to have the ability to see through people's hearts, and he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "The reason why you stay here is to not implicate those people in Honmaru."

"But have you ever thought that, given how much that group of people care about you, will they be able to maintain their calmness when they know that their lord has been put in the detention center as a criminal?"

Fujikawa Toki's eyes moved slightly.

Dazai continued, "Maybe Ah Shi, you just want to make money quietly, and you don't want to plunge into the muddy waters of Yokohama, but I think you should be very clear, since you have been pulled into this muddy water, then It is impossible to be alone.

After saying these words, Dazai didn't make any more noises, and quietly looked at Fujikawa Totoki across a layer of transparent glass.

Fujikawa stared at him for a while, and after a while, he suddenly raised his hand and smashed the layer of glass between the two. Before the prison guard in charge rushed over, he quickly took off the mask on his face and threw it to the opposite side man.

"The transaction is established."

Fujikawa Toki responded lightly.

……

A high-end cafe in Yokohama.

The well-dressed waiter gently placed the coffee in the tray on a guest's table, and the handsome and elegant foreign youth nodded slightly to the waiter to thank him.

The man has a typical Eastern European face, but his body is much thinner than the average Eastern European, and he looks quite chilly. In this hot weather, he still wears a white Cossack cap and a black cape with a fur collar.

A black wireless earphone was plugged into the man's left ear, and there was a faint sound coming out of the earphone. If you got close, you might be able to hear that he was listening to a cello piece.

"Bach's Matthew Passion"

The man picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip gracefully.

"It's almost time to evacuate."

After a while, he put down the coffee cup in his hand and got up to leave.

Then he saw a black-haired young man with his legs crossed and staring at him with a smile on his face, and a blond foreigner next to him who was sipping coffee leisurely with a newspaper covering his face.

"So that's it, is it the eye of God..."

The infallible eye that integrates all surveillance in the city, this engineering technology was acquired by this blond man from the United States not long ago.

"Although I am not interested in the assets that have been sold, I am still a little unhappy that they have fallen into the hands of mice."

As soon as the man finished speaking, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the coffee shop, and a group of heavily armed men broke into the coffee shop suddenly, everyone was holding a long gun in their hands, and the black muzzles of the guns were aligned. The skinny Russian.

"It's up to us next."

The bespectacled young man in an ocher suit pushed the round black frame on the bridge of his nose, "Okay, Dazai."

He said this to the black-haired young man at the side, but he did not set his eyes on this man, and Dazai never looked up at this man.

"Whatever you want."

Dazai said lightly.

A military policeman walked forward cautiously with handcuffs, trying to handcuff his hands, but at this moment, Dazai suddenly shouted, "Don't touch him!"

At the same time, a hand stretched out from the side, lifted the collar of the military policeman, and threw him aside.

Some of the members of the Ability Secret Service Section turned their guns on the unexpected guest.

"Oh, this is really..."

The man surrounded by military police looked at the man who appeared in front of him, and there was a hint of an unknown smile in his wine-red eyes.

"I said we would meet again soon, Fujikawa-kun."

He didn't seem at all surprised that Fujikawa was here when he was supposed to be in jail.

"You look like a human being, but you do some doggy things."

Fujikawa stared blankly at the thin Russian opposite.

"Pfft."

Dazai beside him couldn't hold back his laughter, "Ashi, your description is really appropriate."

Fujikawa turned his head and glanced at him, "You are just like him."

The smile on Dazai's face suddenly disappeared.

Fujikawa Toki shifted his gaze to the emaciated Russian youth on the opposite side.

"So you said earlier that your mother is Japanese, is that also false?"

The young man blinked, his hands were still half-raised, but this did not affect his elegance at all.

"My parents are traditional Russians."

Very good, purebred Maozi.

Fujikawa clenched his fists, "Then I can beat you."

No matter how weak he looks, he is a purebred, with the blood of the fighting nation flowing in his bones, so he should not be beaten to the west by him.

"I think Ah Shi, if you punch him down, he might die on the spot."

Dazai at the side said lightly.

"At that time, you will really commit the crime of intentional homicide."

"Dostoevsky is now under the control of the Supernatural Secret Service. If ordinary people still want to attack him, it will be regarded as a provocation to the Supernatural Secret Service."

The "old professor" from the supernatural secret service department who had given money to Fujikawa Toki earlier stepped forward and pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and said to Fujikawa Toki seriously.

Fujikawa turned his head and glanced at him, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with the coolness of ice and snow.

"Do you know about physical amnesia?"

Ango Sakaguchi suddenly felt a chill down his back.

……

When Fermito was about to be taken away by the military police, Toki Fujikawa took out something from his sleeve and threw it to him.

When he saw a black paper medicine box in his hand, the elegant smile on the man's face disappeared without a trace.

"What did you throw him?"

Dazai looked at the other side without any smile, as if the Russian had restored the factory settings, and asked curiously.

"Kidney Treasure, specially treats kidney deficiency."

Fujikawa Toki replied indifferently, his voice was not loud, but all the people present, including those tightly wrapped military policemen, heard it all. Everyone was a man, so naturally they knew what Fujikawa Toki said. Meaning, so their eyes looking at Dostoevsky changed from the initial vigilance and precaution to subtle, and they could vaguely find a trace of pity mixed in it.

"Send your prison gift."

Following the example of the fat boss of the previous Zhonghua product store, Fujikawa gave a thumbs up to Fermito, "Make up for the overdrawn kidneys!"

Then he quickly raised his hands and shouted expressionlessly, "Ulla!"

Dazai, who was gloating at the side, almost stopped laughing when he heard the phrase "Ula".

I don't know if it's because this fragile Russian has too little mental capacity. Just after Fujikawa Toki finished saying this, he suddenly fell limply to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The military police immediately went forward to check his condition and found that his vital signs were all normal, as if he had simply passed out.

But they were worried that this was another cover-up made by the cunning Russian, and the group took a long time to get him into the car.

"What did you do to him?"

Dazai wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked back at Fujikawa beside him curiously.

"Nothing, just a little birdie vodka in his cup of coffee."

Fujikawa Toki responded lightly.

"To deal with rats, of course, use rat poison."