I'm such a big son

"The support information is here. According to investigations, 'Silver Wolf' has adopted a teenager, and the two of them will appear in this dessert shop at this time every week."

Mr. X provides what a new colleague needs.

The leader has always believed in iron and blood, and being unable to kill the 'Silver Wolf' does not mean that he cannot kill his adopted son. The latter is more painful, isn't it?

Rimbaud looked at the paper file about Fukuzawa Yukichi, but what he thought of was the scarf with ridiculous patterns and colors on the neck of the other party.

"The children at home are naughty."

That's what the man with the stern look said.

The fluffy scarf looks...really warm.

"In our line of business, we must have some rules and a bottom line, otherwise we will die too quickly."

The "man" let out a breath between cigarettes, "My rule is, don't kill women and cubs."

"Without a cub there is no hope and a future, and without a woman there is no cub."

"He" smoked the cigarette quietly, and stood up with the information paper: "Let's go, work is work. I will bring back a part of the 'Silver Wolf', as long as it does not hurt the face of the social managers. "

"Good luck, then."

To be honest, X has already begun to appreciate this newcomer, "Don't kill women and cubs" is really a very humane bottom line.

……

It would be easier for Miss Rimbaud to kill Fukuzawa Yukichi than to just give him an innocuous opening, but she couldn't.

Mr. "Silver Wolf" is a collaborator of her real boss, and killing him will only cause trouble for herself—of course, the current boss does not agree.

She walked into Raibo Street with the suitcase, and the first thing she did was to find Mori Ogai.

There's nothing suspicious about this, it's perfectly normal for a killer to have a personal relationship with an intelligence dealer.In front of outsiders, the unlucky Mr. "Silver Wolf" also had a grudge against this underground black doctor with good medical skills. It was only natural for Rimbaud to ask him to buy information about the latter, and it would be a strange thing not to go.

"Should I say congratulations, Mr. Lantang? Congratulations on finding a good job."

The man in the white coat was smoking a box of instant noodles again. Fortunately, he finally cleaned off his beard stubble today. He looked much younger, and he seemed to be able to swindle young girls a little bit.

Miss Rimbaud put down her suitcase and gestured. The monitor in the back collar of her coat had already been taken out and crushed. It was safe for her to speak now.

"The plan is going well, His Highness Fukuzawa's blood is the last hurdle."

She doesn't chit-chat unnecessarily, and the doctor obviously likes this supremely efficient style.

"do you have any plans?"

"do you have any plans."

Mori Ogai laughed: "Landou-kun, I really like you so much!"

Miss Rimbaud twitched her mouth: "Haha."

"You can't be too recognizable in your actions, and you can't expose your supernatural powers. Of course, you can't leave too clear photos."

He put his hand under his chin and thought for a moment. "You must be a good shot, in the same way as the poor judge, can you?"

"'Drunk Boat' finally chose to join PortMafia, this is valuable information."

Mori Ogai tilted his head again, wondering what he was thinking, "Well... I will remind His Highness Fukuzawa to choose a more prominent position."

Well, it is estimated that "Silver Wolf" will definitely sit in the most difficult blind spot to aim at.

Rimbaud shrugged, and when he called to notify someone who was still searching the streets and trying to continue to "hunt" a certain killer that "something has changed and the action is cancelled", she lifted the box and threw the key over: "Let those two The bastard moved by himself."

When I get back from get off work, I will teach the three little ones how to escape safely from being surrounded by adults.

Dr. Sen accepted the key, and very "kindly" added: "That young man is unexpectedly very motivated. He seems to have encountered some troubles and asked me for advice. I gave some advice as a person who has experienced it. I hope you don't mind. mind?"

Maybe I don't mind, even if I do, it's too late now.

"casual."

She took a glance at the note from the doctor and threw it into the stove that was lit for warmth: "The time is coming, doctor."

What answered her was a beaker held up by a man in salute, and the liquid inside had absolutely nothing to do with medicine.

Rimbaud left the clinic with the box and did not return to the villa.She came to a hotel near the place where the two pieces of information overlapped, and stayed in a hotel, closed the door and entered the subspace of supernatural powers, and passed through the gap in the space to appear on the roof of the five-story red brick building opposite the dessert shop.

The height here is not enough, which is not conducive to transfer, but there is no better option, Rimbaud can only choose this place.

He was several times more careful than killing the judge last time. Rimbaud repeatedly compared and studied the distance between Mr. Fukuzawa and the black-haired boy in the student uniform, and chose the safest angle to set up the gun/ machinery.

The scope slid over the silver-haired man's temples, throat, heart, lungs, stomach, spleen, and finally locked between the diaphragm... a position that looked extremely dangerous but extremely safe.

With this kind of penetrating injury, you can get up after lying in bed for a week. The worst luck is just an operation. Fukuzawa Yukichi is not a rare blood type, not to mention that she deliberately chose a small-caliber gun and bullets.

There was a crisp gunshot, and the silver-haired man sitting in the dessert shop immediately covered his stomach and turned his head to stare in the direction of the bullet.Rimbaud cleaned the battlefield in 30 seconds and submerged into the subspace. He had already seen the woman's long black hair like a sea snake.

"Sen! Gull! Wai!"

Thinking of the phone call just now, what else can't be figured out!Is this... In turn, it has become a vote for the opponent to place his confidants inside PortMafia?

The young man sitting next to him eating the cake would not agree to let the assailant go so easily. He opened his emerald green eyes and watched for a while, then suddenly puffed up his cheeks and seemed discouraged, followed the oncoming ambulance and sat in the accompanying seat of the "family".

Ms. Lan Bo "kindly" called the hospital first, and almost at the moment Mr. Fukuzawa fell down, 120 pulled the alarm bell and rushed to the scene. It was a seamless connection...

"Hate!"

He glared at the guardian and said nothing, and responded with Mr. Fukuzawa's weak pat on the head.

"We should all be thankful for 'Drunk Boat', shouldn't we, Ranpo?"

"Hmph! A detective wouldn't thank a killer!"

"Oh, at least she didn't target you."

"Hum hum!"

What should he say to cheer up the kid...

"Becoming a pig"...is it appropriate?

Watching Mr. Fukuzawa get into the ambulance, Rimbaud quietly sneaked into the dessert shop to recover the blood-stained bullet and put it in a sealed pocket—he said that if he wanted to take part of the "Silver Wolf" back, he must bring some spoils.

After packing the bag and taking advantage of the chaos, she left again. She found a small square in the municipal park three intersections away, opened the box, took out the violin and played Debussy's "The Afternoon of Pan" slowly.

An hour later, the opened box was filled with notes and coins.

Miss Rimbaud: "..."

Is the disguise too successful?

After confirming that the information about the fall of the "Silver Wolf" had spread throughout the underground world of Yokohama, Rimbaud called Mr. X: [Mission completed. 】

The person on the other side didn't say anything, and soon sent a positioning message. Rimbaud walked over with the box, and the black car was already waiting there.

"Starting tomorrow, you can come to work. There are no new tasks for the time being, just come to the building and wait for orders. Someone will tell you where to stay."

A strange cadre was sitting in the co-pilot seat, looking up and down through the rearview mirror, and seemed to be quite contemptuous of this "man" who was so beautiful that he was somewhat effeminate.

Rimbaud threw the zipped bag containing the bullets, the brown blood on the bullet head was eye-catching.

"The bullet that injured 'Silver Wolf' can be sent to him next time."

She stopped talking, and the driver drove Rimbaud back to the villa after receiving instructions from the cadres.

"Did I say welcome?"

Seeing the "evidence", the other party's attitude improved. Rimbaud opened his eyes and nodded at him: "Goodbye!"

The diehard loyalist of the current boss is just a name on her future task list, not worth spending too much time and emotion on.

The car quickly drove into the side lane and left, Rimbaud turned around and opened the door of the villa...

Hmm... what's going on here?

In the rather spacious living room, the orange-haired Nakahara Nakaya sat on one side of the sofa, and the black-haired Akutagawa brothers and sisters sat on the other side. The two looked at each other across the tea table, and the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.

There was a sound at the door, and the three children turned their heads to look at the same frequency, staring so hard that Miss Rimbaud almost wanted to close the door and pretend that she hadn't come back...

"what happened?"

In the end, she walked into the villa with the suitcase, and watched Yin trot over with relief to help her fetch slippers and put them in front of her.

Or my daughter is caring!

With these words on the woman's face, the two teenagers raised their heads to look at the bright moon and lowered their heads to think about their hometown.

Nakahara also thinks that his status as the "eldest son" has been confirmed by the head of the family. Although he came late, it is not something this defeated general can look at with blank eyes, while Akutagawa Ryunosuke is purely a territory. Violent fried hair look.

——This villa has not been demolished until now, probably because Yin, who is an ordinary person, is still sitting here!

"Well……"

Rimbaud put down the suitcase and changed into his slippers, squinting his eyes with satisfaction to see that his precious potted plants were also brought over, stretching their branches and leaves under the sun.

She reached out and pointed at the heads of the three little boys: "Boss, second child, youngest, according to their age, who would be dissatisfied?"

Well-founded, logical, and flawless.

Since it was because he was born a few years late, there was nothing Ryunosuke could do even if he got angry.Of course he knew that the orange-haired boy's move in couldn't be changed, but he wouldn't be Akutagawa Ryunosuke if he didn't express his dissatisfaction.

That's it, don't be awkward and say a few more words.

"I don't have any dissatisfaction, I'm just a humble wild dog you picked up from outside to look after the nursing home."

The translation is: People are angry, and they need to be coaxed carefully to calm down!For example, the request mentioned before...

Rimbaud: "..."

What did Mori Ogai teach you?

This topic ended without a problem again, and Rimbaud talked about him: "Has anyone made dinner?"

of course not.

Zhong Yuanzhong has not yet lit up this precious and practical skill. The Akutagawa brothers and sisters are patronizing to stand on the united front and stare at the newcomer. No one has ever thought of cooking...

——Dr. Sen's clinic is not open, and there are enough flavors of instant noodles.