I'm such a big son

"Lantang... sir, please follow me."

The director finally finished the telephone communication with Shangfeng, and initially decided on a strategy of keeping the same in response to all changes—see what PortMafia intends to do first.

There is no way, this is Yokohama, and the police have to put a few question marks in their hearts when facing dangerous elements... The basis for practicing fairness and justice is to ensure that you are alive...

The military and police naturally knew who "Mr. Lan Tang" was, but there was no physical evidence, and there was no personal evidence... This is just an ordinary police station, and its force value is not the opponent of a quasi-cadre who is a full-time assassin, so he has to respect the general Please enter the reception room.

It happened to be lunch time, and the small black room used for detention was next to the reception room, and the smell of pork chop rice wafted faintly.Rimbaud took off his hat and sat on the seat to ask the director who was already sitting opposite: "Is there any curry rice? The young people here have been running all morning and haven't even eaten breakfast."

Running all morning?Why did you go!Honestly... I'm sorry for crossing the stage...

"That...wait a minute, what do you need?"

Mr. Director, who was slightly middle-aged and fat, also took off his hat, smiling politely and politely.

——The other party is really showing face. Although his expression is tense, he still respects the work process of the police department.

In fact, he can fight in and then walk away.

The more this is the case, the more the director feels that his hair is not safe.

Don't be afraid of the arrogance and domineering of the underworld, but be afraid of them being calm and restrained

The more law-abiding criminals are, the more likely they are antisocial perverts with unfathomable hidden tracks.

Rimbaud turned his head and thought for a moment: "Coffee, thank you."

It's not easy to ask for wine in the bureau...

About 10 minutes later, a young policewoman came in with a plate of lunch. Rimbaud, who was sitting on the seat thinking about the shape of a person, glanced at her and nodded his thanks.

"Thank you, miss."

The policewoman blushed and walked out.

Mr. Director coughed: "About the morning..."

"The inevitable product of the leader's change. PortMafia will be stable again soon, you can report like this."

Rimbaud felt that he couldn't think of any twists and turns, so he simply said something.

The police chief mistakenly thought that she came to seek cooperation with the purpose of probing. It really looks like it, otherwise?Is there such an honest PortMafia cadre?

"That's it! Hahahahahaha, that's really great. To be honest, we also have some premonitions. It's good news that your company is willing to cooperate. I heard that the new leader's surname is Sen? Please say hello to Mr. Sen for us."

Oda Sakunosuke, who was sitting next to him eating curry rice with a spoon: "Meow meow?"

Am I on the wrong set?

Uncle, shouldn't you lift the table angrily and declare that you are irreconcilable with the dark forces...?

In short, the task was successfully completed in a peaceful atmosphere, and the gentleman who was waiting to receive it was also arranged to join a team to enter the last link of the funeral industry in advance because he wanted to lighten the burden on Mr. Lan Tang... Rimbaud is Carrying the urn back to the port.

Anyway, this person has no bereaved family, so he can directly live in the pit next to the leader of the previous generation, and there will be no one to serve him on Huangquan Road.

A few days later, the security force at the entrance of the building was lowered several floors. When several well-dressed members saw Rimbaud, they immediately bowed their heads and stood upright, and the floor was "slapped" by their steps.

"Mr. Lan Tang! The leader wants you to go directly to the office."

"Well."

Lan Bo responded and turned to Oda Sakunosuke and said, "Take the two of them to my office and wait. If you're hungry, order takeaway."

The red-haired boy led the way, and Rimbaud, carrying the box, stepped into the elevator.

The bloody smell in the chief's office has completely dissipated, and after removing the blackout screen, the floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the high blue sky.Koyo Ozaki was already sitting at the round table by the window, waiting with a smile on her face, her eyes following a blond girl in a red dress and she couldn't bear to move away.

"Mr. Lantang, welcome back."

Mori Ogai sat on the right side of Koyo Ozaki, the black coat and red scarf brought a sense of danger in addition to being stable and mature.

"Boss, the mission is complete."

She put the urn wrapped in a black bag at the door, took off her hat and bowed her head empty-handed, then took off her coat and hat and handed them to the guard at the door.

"The police department has already taken care of it, and there will be no trouble in the near future."

Of course, Rimbaud knew the reason for the director's kind face—the government was also evaluating the quality of the new leader of PortMafia. If he was a violent man like his predecessors, the military and police stationed in Tokyo Bay would probably have to make a move.

Mori Ogai's answer was to raise a five-cent red wine glass: "Thanks for your hard work."

Koyo Ozaki got up and handed over the third cup on the table, she took it and shook it in her hand to admire the bright ruby-like color hanging on the thin crystal wall.

"GrandVindeChateauLatour of Latour, known as the 'tough guy' in Bordeaux wine, Lafite's brother."

Rimbaud sighed, and took the cup to sit on the last vacant seat at the round table.

"I remember, I seem to have heard that Chateau Latour is known as the most expensive winery in the world?"

Miss Hongye, who had thrown away her disguise, looked a little more mellow and at ease, and Rimbaud, who was tasting the wine, looked up at her, with a slight smile on his lips: "Yes, this castle has been mentioned in the documents of the fourteenth century. After the period of Louis XIV, due to the marriage relationship, at the end of the seventeenth century, it was finally under the control of the Segur family together with Chateau Lafite, Château Mouton and Château Chiron. In the middle and late eighteenth century, due to inheritance Chateau Latour is jointly owned by the three wives and sisters of the Marquis, and after 300 years, it officially separated from the 'brothers' and became an independent winery."

Those who are not French may not be able to understand this paragraph at all. Mori Ogai and Ozaki Koyo did not intend to study any academics. Naturally, after listening to it once, they will take it as something new and talk about other things.

"It seems that Mr. Lan Tang has a deep affection for his homeland, and has he never thought about going back?"

There was a smile in the leader's purple eyes, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Miss Hongye's hand tightened for a moment, and the other two people present glanced at her at the same time.

"There's nothing to go back to. If Mr. Mori carefully checks the General Administration order issued by the customs, he will find that the citizen Rimbaud was refused to cross the border...Since I ran out in a grand manner, I naturally don't intend to trample on the face of the government of country F again. .”

Rimbaud was not touched by this, and she had many violations of law and discipline, and even wanted to have another drink.

Suddenly there was a little more weight on her legs, she looked down, and at some point, the little blond girl threw herself on her knees, her eyes wide open, salivating towards the jewel-like wine in the glass.

"Is it sweet? Miss Rimbaud~"

This is really a sweet child, with long blond hair, wearing a red apple collar dress and small leather shoes, and a pair of beautiful big blue eyes embedded in a small round creamy white face.

Rimbaud lowered the glass in his hand so that she could smell the scent: "Sorry, Miss Alice, this wine is called a 'Schwarzenegger'-like tough guy in the Médoc region, with a little gooseberry taste. Girls probably won't like it. I think... Mello might suit you better."

"Is that so..."

Even though he knew that she was a supernatural life form of Mori Ogai, Alice's high intelligence still made Rimbaud subconsciously think that she was a real little girl—innocent, with some pettiness and a little willfulness, everyone loved her. She has all the elements of the interpretation of the concept of "daughter".

"Yes, my lady. Chocolate, milk, fudge, sweets and flowers, maybe a little rum, what would you like?"

"..."

"Mousse cake decorated with strawberries..."

Alice said that the little heart that didn't exist in her chest beat twice more. If Miss Rimbaud was willing to look at the bastard superhuman next to her with the same eyes she looked at herself, maybe tomorrow PortMafia would have an extra leader's wife.

So Rimbaud cut up the desserts on the table, put one in front of Alice, and one in front of Miss Hongye, neither a certain leader nor himself.

"Miss Rimbaud doesn't like strawberries, or mousse?"

Mr. Chief, who felt that something was wrong, raised a question, and Rimbaud raised his glass to him: "I like wine."

Sweet, silky and cheerful cakes don't belong to her.

Mori Ogai thought of the paper bag of drinks in the woman's arms when he ran into her on the subway, and immediately understood.

"There seems to be a lot of collections in the wine cellar of the previous generation. Wait for Mr. Lantang to pick some that you like, or just move them all away."

He is a military doctor by profession, so he can drink, but he doesn't like it—alcohol can affect thinking, and it is easy for people to make wrong judgments, and the liquid in the cup is still there until now.

"Ah, by the way, tomorrow is the second meeting of the top five cadres... Although there are no five cadres in any case, the meeting will still be held. Mr. Hongye recommended 'Dazuo' to me just now, what do you think? "

The topic was brought back to the right track, Rimbaud put down his wine glass and recalled the information about this "General" - a senior from PortMafia, older than Black Lizard Centurion Guangjin Liulang, rare in the middle class Pai was probably not promoted for many years because of this reason.

"I have no opinion."

She drank all the wine, her eyes sparkled: "An old sailor is worth a boatload of gold, and things will always be easier with seniors."

"I think so."

Mori Ogai thinks this usually taciturn subordinate is really interesting—is he the type who becomes talkative after drinking?

"First of all, let's stabilize the situation, both internally and externally..."

Rimbaud reached out to pick up the wine bottle and refilled himself a glass deftly. He didn't drink it this time, but held it in his hand to appreciate: "The Metropolitan Police Department has lingering fears about PortMafia, and they dare not break the rare peace in a short period of time. This is an opportunity... "

"Mr. Lantang, are you drunk?"

Koyo Ozaki smiled and handed a puff to interrupt her. She didn't know the leader well yet, and she didn't want to see the cooperator be confused and cause the superiors to fear.

"No?"

Rimbaud looked at the liquid level in the wine bottle very honestly: "Three bottles is the limit, it seems to be okay now... I seem to be drunk?"

"..."

It's not just like, it's all right, three bottles down, unconscious, that's not called drunk, that's called fragments!

Miss Rimbaud, what a day you live!