I'm such a big son

The cubs have been judging each other's childish behavior to determine the status of the family, resulting in no food at home tonight.

Miss Lanbo opened the refrigerator door and took a look. Okay, the boss ate part of the few ready-to-eat foods that were opened from the bag, and the rest couldn't even feed the three little ones—the orange-haired boy obviously didn't expect this day. There would be two more children in the family, and he only left the one for Rimbaud.

The woman took out the food he left behind on purpose, swung a knife and divided it into four portions of absolutely equal size and put them on the plate.

"All right!"

This is probably the pinnacle of Miss Rimbaud's culinary skills.

Yin suppressed a smile, rolled his eyes, walked up and pushed her out of the kitchen: "You go take a shower first, dinner will be ready soon, is there anything you want to eat in particular?"

The "espresso panna cotta" had reached her mouth and she swallowed it again: "Anything is fine."

The head of the family, who can't cook, was disgusted by the master of the kitchen, and went into the bathroom with a change of clothes in her arms. When she came out, she saw three children sitting neatly at the dining table. There were four beautifully decorated bowls on the table. soba noodles.

The noodles are just ordinary noodles, but when the pink and white fish board, golden fried tofu, emerald green vegetables, and white poached eggs are placed on top, people's index fingers are immediately moved.

"Dinner!"

The parents with wet hair gave an order, and there was no other sound in the restaurant except for the small and almost inaudible sound of eating.

This family is not slow to eat. After 10 minutes, the youngest Yin also put down the noodle bowl in his hand to show that he was full. Zhongyuan Zhong, who did not participate in the cooking, also touched the tableware one by one, and took a pile of them floating in the air. The porcelain bowl with red light came into the kitchen... If you don't work, you can't eat. Even the "eldest son" must obey this rule.

Today's post-dinner parent-child teaching activity has reached the eighth poem of "The Flower of Evil". The new boy with orange hair doesn't get special treatment. up.

After watching the three children trace the alphabet several times, Miss Rimbaud went to the basement to adjust the exercise equipment.

This activity is obviously more popular with young people, and they happily occupied the entire basement in a short while, so crowded that the only adult in the family had to find another place to do freehand training.

She could only comfort herself with the excuse that "it's okay if IQ is not strong enough"... What's wrong with French?How nice it sounds!Why don't you like it?

No, Mademoiselle Rimbaud, it's not French that they don't like, but those Impressionist poems that even precocious teenagers can't understand...

……

Early the next morning, Rimbaud put on a suit and overcoat, and went out to "work" like a social animal with a nine-to-five job.

Last night, she added a back door to the villa that allowed her to escape directly into the forest. After double-checking and confirming that it was valid, she opened the car parked in the garage and drove towards the port.

I have to say that PortMafia is really generous. Villas in places like Yokohama can be given as you please. From this point of view, it is not a loss to work for it.

On the first day of official work, Rimbaud did almost nothing except "meet" colleagues, beat up a few cannon fodder who came to test him, and had lunch.

The leader didn't seem to have figured out where to put her, so he could only dawdle in such an embarrassing way for a while.

Miss Rimbaud is not worried, Mori Ogai said, "no position limit", as long as she enters PortMafia.That being the case, now that she has come in, as for what to do next, that is something that the bosses who are chess players should think about.

"Mr. Lan Tang, there is a little trouble here, I think you are the only one free now..."

Mr. X was elusive, rubbing his forehead while answering the phone, his eyes lit up when he saw her.

The fighting group "Black Lizard" directly under the leader just had a conflict with another organization, GSS. Hearing the meaning on the phone, he seemed to have suffered a bit. Someone needs to go to the field to support, and by the way, bring a few lower-level members to clean up the battlefield. ——Basically, it’s a job to talk harshly and mop up the end.

This kind of thing often only needs to be told to the boss after everything is over and the face and loss have been saved.Giving him bad news ahead of time would only damage the old man's precarious health—an old, unspoken practice among cadres.

Rimbaud was never picky about the content of the work, signed his name, and brought the list of lower-level members to nominate people at will.

He didn't seem to notice being humiliated at all, and didn't have any dissatisfaction, calmly as if this was something "he" was used to doing long ago.

"Who is that! The one with the red hair, come over here and take the record."

Rimbaud called behind the red-haired boy whom he had only seen on the street a few days ago, and gave him an "important" job.

In the silence, Oda Sakunosuke walked out of the team and stood in front of her, hesitating and not knowing how to address her.

"Jianna" is obviously a woman's name, but this... has been wearing men's clothes since we met...?

"Lantang."

She reminded, and Oda Sakunosuke lowered his head to show respect to the temporary boss as if he was relieved: "Mr. Rantang!"

X, who had been paying attention to the newcomers, nodded.

"Zuizhou" is a killer, so he can naturally distinguish his peers from a group of lower-level members.

This is Oda, it's such a headache. He has never missed a stunning record, but he doesn't know why he suddenly refuses to do it. He would rather stare blankly at the work of groping corpses than return to his old job.

Burnout?

I hope "Drunken Boat" can cure him...

"My rule is not to kill cubs and women."

Under the black hat, the medium-sized feminine "man" raised his lips slightly: "I don't care who you have been with, if you follow me, you have to follow my rules."

Standing behind the monitor, X broke out in a cold sweat on the back of his neck.

Obviously "Drunk Boat" just stood there and said a word, he seemed to smell the bloody smell seeping from hell.

"Paris Commune"... Well, the anarchist "government" that was so violent that it almost killed all the supernatural beings in country F. According to existing records, more than 2 people were executed after the collapse of the revolution, and died in the war The number of people is incalculable - including many innocent children.

This "drunk boat" is really a monster struggling to crawl back to the world from hell.

"gone."

Rimbaud didn't care what the people watching behind the monitor thought, he turned around and walked in front with his thick coat on, stopped after taking two steps and turned to look at Oda Sakunosuke: "Lead the way?"

In the past, she usually killed a group by herself, and when she was with her partner for a long time, she would act as two people. It is indeed relatively rare to fight in groups.

Sakunosuke Oda sat in the driver's seat resignedly, and rushed to the place where he asked for support with his acquaintance who was suspected of being the new boss.

This is an oil depot hidden in the mountains. It is unknown when it was emptied by arms smugglers for underground transactions.The Black Lizard was ordered to act, naturally for the weapons here—coincidentally, GSS also thought so.

When you meet on a narrow road, the ruthless wins, so let's do it.

Those who won happily went back to get a promotion and a raise, and those who lost simply stayed with their lives.

When Rimbaud arrived, a flowering □□ rolled to the left front wheel of the car with green smoke, and the pale gold flashed across the cube, which swelled violently, and the curtain ended without even making a sound.

She slowly opened the car door, put her feet firmly on the ground and stood up straight. She first looked around to make sure that all her teammates who needed support were cleverly hiding behind the cover, and then raised her hand to find out the barely used item from the inside of the coat. After Springfield pulled the safety catch and fired a loud empty gun into the sky.

The entire warehouse fell silent in an instant, and the lower-level members were conveniently blocked from the battlefield.

"Gentlemen, a good day doesn't start with loud noises..."

Overwhelmed by the scene of the superpower pressing the heat-extinguishing weapon just now, the two sides of the exchange of fire temporarily stopped their actions and kept watching.

Someone in the black lizard recognized that this was probably his own support, and while heaved a sigh of relief, he secretly hoped that this helper would be as skilled as his concave shape.

The leader of the GSS this time pressed the headset and got some instructions. He kept the muzzle parallel to the ground while laughing and said to Miss Rimbaud loudly: "The information that the 'drunk boat' entered PortMafia is actually true! If sir is interested, we GSS is willing to pay double or even triple the price, how about it?"

Well, she doesn't have a penchant for wasting words with doomed guys.

The "man" in black who was in the focus of everyone's attention raised his hand to hold down his hat, and at the same time his thin lips spat out "Jesuis vraiment désolé", a gunshot rang out, and a 30.6 caliber bullet hitting any part of the torso was almost fatal.

The team leader of the opposing team didn't expect that this person didn't even make a transition, and he did it as soon as he said he would. The speed was so fast that he could hardly see his movements clearly, and when he fell to the ground, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The morale of the black lizard who had been crushed and beaten before soared and turned from defense to offense. After the sound of gunfire, no enemy was still standing. Rimbaud waved his hand to signal them to save some bullets.

"Bring the goods, you go back and report first, and the others will clean up the battlefield."

She leaned against the warehouse pillar with a gun and watched the black lizards carry the boxes full of munitions into the car and drive away, and continued to direct the lower-level members who had been thrown out of the battlefield before to start working diligently.

It seems that he doesn't care about the credit being taken away by others.

Miss Rimbaud: I don't care about such trivial matters.Just remember to pay your salary on time, thank you.

The red-haired Sakunosuke Oda was stuffed with paper and pen by her, and he just had to squat there to record the various objects that his colleagues found, and make sure that no fish slipped through the net, and then take away all the injured or killed.

The injured have their own specialized medical treatment, and the dead body has to be brought back for unified treatment.

It's not that Rimbaud hasn't done similar things before, but the scale is much larger than here. It's an almost endless mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood as far as one can see...

"Any suspicious textiles, personal items, including eaten food packaging, and foreign objects that do not conform to the environment...are all cleaned up at the scene."

This group of lower-level members can't do it, and they don't pick up the garbage on the ground. It takes less than half an hour for any smart person to find out what color underwear they are wearing today.

Naturally, the minions didn't dare to disobey her, so they had to work hard and clean again carefully until "Mr. Lan Tang" reluctantly nodded to signify that he had passed, and then dragged the corpse out of this place.