I'm such a big son

The gate of his house was bombed yesterday, and his address was exposed, so he couldn't go back easily. How to arrange for the caregiver who was drunk was a headache for the orange-haired boy Zhong Yuan.

Fortunately, there is a place to rest in the office. It's hard to say whether it was set up for the cadres to stay up late and work overtime. In short, the urgent need has been relieved now.

Zhong also moved Rimbaud into the lounge, covered the quilt and turned to leave. The moment the door lock was activated, the long-haired woman lying in the quilt opened her eyes, and there was no trace of drunkenness inside.

When Koye Ozaki interrupted her, Rimbaud, who was slightly drunk, realized that he had probably made a slip of the tongue—it was useless to explain, and he simply treated it as drunken nonsense, and no one would take it to heart.

As a killer, a spy who has done intelligence work, of course she knows where the limit of her alcohol consumption is. Before reaching the limit, she will be most nervous, but she will not behave abnormally.

Even if she behaves abnormally—fortunately, she doesn't have relevant memories, then just pretend nothing happened.

Therefore, Mori Ogai probably understood that Rimbaud used his family information to show his loyalty to the leader—even if they knew it, it didn't matter. Country F is too far away from the island country, so far away that no one can reach Charleville, and that's just what it means.

She grabbed the quilt that Nakaya had covered herself, rolled it into her arms, hugged her head down and rubbed, yawned delicately, retreated into the bed and closed her eyes to sleep.

……

The sun was completely blocked by the heavy curtains, and it was difficult to determine the passage of time.Before Rimbaud opened his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and quickly and accurately stopped a paw that was reaching for his hair.

"...Well, do you have breakfast?"

The woman covering her forehead sat up, her shirt was crumpled, and she looked completely devoid of aura, like a boiled egg that had been peeled off its shell.

"Vitality stewed chicken? Superman energy pot? Brick tofu?"

The boy's cheerful voice sounded, and she opened her eyelids to take a look: "It's you, where is Chuya?"

"Go to the convenience store downstairs to buy breakfast with Oda Saku. It is said that the oden in that store is delicious, and the mayonnaise sauce in the salmon rice ball is also very rich."

The well-behaved Osamu Dazai sat on a stool not far away, stepping his feet on the support playfully like all boys in this age group.

Rimbaud let go of the quilt in his arms, stood up, went to the closet, opened it, looked at him, turned his head and raised his eyebrows and said to him, "I'm going to change clothes, why don't you go out?"

"Oh...you don't remember? I clearly promised him yesterday!"

The boy puffed up his steamed bun face, and his fair cheeks flushed bright red: "You said that when the parents grow up, we will discuss the issue of love together~"

"I promised you this?"

Rimbaud rubbed his chin, and looked at the bandage on his head with disgust: "Impossible, I don't like feminine men, you are not my preferred type."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

What about the BUFF of "every big sister likes me"?

"Even if you refuse so bluntly..."

"No matter how pitiful you pretend to be, I won't pity you. You don't need anyone's pity, including yourself."

She quickly took out a change of clothes from the closet, walked into the bathroom majestically in front of Osamu Dazai, and closed the door with a bang.The sound of the shower water came out quickly, and the black-haired boy suddenly felt that he hadn't played the essence of the role well just now, and should actually be sitting on the bed hugging the quilt while gnawing at the corner of the quilt...

—Maybe she might have a softer tone for the sake of her face.

After half an hour, Miss Rimbaud opened the bathroom door and walked out with her long, wet hair. She finally remembered that this was the office in the PortMafia building. She rummaged around to find a hair dryer to dry her hair, put on her coat, and then opened the door to the lounge. go out.

Nakahara Chuya and Oda Sakunosuke just opened the door with a few plastic bags in hand, and the smell of oden wafted from the bags.

"Good morning, thank you for your hard work."

Just before she sat down, there was an extra bowl of hot soup, and the orange-haired boy stuffed a rice ball in her hand.

Oda Sakunosuke stood opposite and reminded her: "Today, the second cadre meeting will be held, and you still have half an hour. In addition, Ms. Hongye sent a message for the boss, asking you to submit an explanation report on the last job..."

Koye Ozaki's original words were "Let her explain to herself what happened to the former spy. If she doesn't want to live, at least it will be cheaper for me to exchange for some bounty!"

Rimbaud paused while eating, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Chuya, who was lowering his head and eating rice balls, his eyes suddenly softened: "That's it, I understand. After the meeting, I will tell the boss directly."

As straightforward as Oda Sakunosuke, he couldn't help showing a puzzled expression, so... just walked outside Mori Ou and told him that you are actually a high-ranking second-five boy who smuggled from Europe?

Rimbaud blinked: "What if I don't? I don't know how to deal with people with high IQs. The best way is to treat yourself as a fool, don't think too much, and follow the development direction that is most in line with the common sense of things." what to do."

——I have to say, this is really a very useful experience... The smartest person present said that he really has a hard time with this type.

People don't follow the rhythm at all, what else can they do?

I can only cry and act cute.

……

At the cadre meeting, Rimbaud still wore three tails, and Oda Sakunosuke stood behind her.

Mori Ogai laid the groundwork a little bit, and the topic was brought to the business.

First of all, there are vacant cadre seats. After some changes, there are only three of the five cadres left, and one of them has evil intentions.If you don't want yourself or your cronies to die from overwork, you must promote a new cadre who is familiar with the organization and can convince the public.

At the same time, Mori Ogai also needs to take this opportunity to release his signal to the outside world - PortMafia, which has changed the boss, is completely different from before.

He personally invited the "General" to participate in the meeting, and he gave enough face. After some explanations, he asked someone to add a chair, and the status of Mr. "General" was basically established.

This is a middle-aged man who is very "stable" at first glance, not far from the age of Guangjin Liulang. Compared with the latter, he is less elegant and more rigorous... Probably the "head teacher" that young people love and fear. types.

This senior's qualifications are impeccable, and now PortMafia really needs mature and prudent senior management. Many middle-level managers who have not been promoted immediately look at the new boss with gentle eyes-there is also a vacancy for a cadre there, saying that they do not want to go up Climbing is definitely a lie!

"Then, gentlemen, the job appointments are as follows. Mr. 'Dazuo' will be in charge of the assassination business from today, and Mr. Lantang will be temporarily transferred to the logistics. Congratulations to both of you, who have become PortMafia's cadres at the same time."

Mr. Mori looked around with his wrist on his wrist, and scanned the meeting room again. Rimbaud had a hangover-wandering look on his face, without any tendency to raise doubts.

Even the three teenagers following her maintained a uniform facial paralysis style, with an appearance of "whatever the boss says".

Hehe, I really believed in the evil of your family.

Not to mention, just that black-haired brat, if he didn't have any bad ideas in his stomach, he would set Alice's gender as a boy!

"Mr. Lantang, do you have any questions?"

The leader condescended to inquire personally, and the cadre "Mr." who finally removed the word "quasi" shook his head blankly: "No, no, it's pretty good. By the way... I'm indeed at the age where I should retire soon. Thank you BOSS care."

Mori Ogai: "..."

"Lantang-kun is really good at joking. Although it is a logistics position, it is a pity that he can't really rest."

"That's it...whatever, whatever..."

The black-haired "man" muttered vaguely while rubbing his forehead, his face was slightly pale.

Murata squeezed out a greasy smile and teased him across the table: "Lantang-kun, didn't you have a good rest yesterday?"

Rimbaud stared blankly and didn't even look at him: "Fortunately..."

Murata only thought that Rimbaud dared to be angry and dared not speak up, and there was a bit of color on his face.Even if he got the favor of the BOSS yesterday, he is still suspected today. It seems that he has changed from a "quasi" cadre to a cadre, but the real power is gone. What is the logistics?Clean up the corpse?Clean the warehouse?

Lan Tang is not even 25 years old this year, so it is ridiculous to say that he wants to retire.

He touched his chin, rubbed his hands together and turned to look at Mori Ogai who was on the main seat: "Boss, I suggest, how about holding a reception for the two promoted colleagues at night? Mr. Lantang was the one who entered PortMafia at the time. I was busy doing tasks during this time and didn't drink with everyone, so I think it's also highly valued by the ancestors!"

Mr. Sen nodded as he wished: "You guys can do whatever you want, I don't need to, so as not to restrict everyone, I hope you have a good time."

As soon as he refused to go, Murata almost let out the stuffy laughter in his stomach-according to the traditional habits, there must be someone who has to like the leader and refuses to reward him.

The only one who will be targeted is Lan Tang, who told him that he is too sharp and full of black material?

The past of the European intelligence spy is enough to be suspected to death.

Thinking of this, Murata narrowed his small eyes even more narrowly, looking like two black cotton threads strung with black beans, and almost couldn't wait to see his colleagues suffer.

After a few gossips, the theme of the meeting was almost completed. Mr. Mori thoughtfully announced the end of the meeting early, and Rimbaud got up, ignoring the colleagues who were approaching him, and followed.

"Mr. Lantang, see you later!"

Fearing that someone would run away, Murata shouted hastily. Rimbaud turned his back to him and waved his hand to show that he heard.

Rimbaud followed into the chief's office, and Alice, who was sitting on the carpet drawing, resisted her physical reactions and did not find a place to hide.

"Lantang-jun, what's the matter?"

Mori Ogai, who was sitting behind the desk, asked knowingly. Rimbaud raised his hand and pinched his forehead: "Yes, chief, I have something to report to you."

"A fact sheet about my last job, Spy Agent."

The black-haired man tilted his head and smiled: "No, it doesn't matter at all. After all, I already reached an agreement when I invited you."

"Lan Tang-jun, or do you have other ideas now?"