I'm such a big son

After getting rid of his unscrupulous boss, Rimbaud went into the bathroom, took off the diamond earrings on his ears, and messed up his hair a little.She bit her lower lip, glanced at herself in the glasses, and nodded in satisfaction.

As soon as the cadres and ladies left, Mori Ogai met several men who came to "chat" in the banquet hall.Some of them really had business dealings with PortMafia, and some of them had ulterior motives at first glance—who asked him to bring a diamond beauty that no one in the circle had ever seen to attend.

Although the regular partner who has been standing by his side had to take a step back, Mori Ogai did not introduce the newly brought woman to anyone. Naturally, some people wanted to try to see if this "diamond" could be replaced. display stand.

What Miss Hongye said is right, a man can't sit still, mostly because the beauty is not beautiful enough.

Mr. Mori suddenly found himself becoming popular. Even though he understood the reason in his heart, he still greeted people with a confused smile on his face.At the same time, Ozaki Koye quickly became the object of collective "comfort" by the ladies because of "falling out of favor". The ladies are eager to know the origin of that woman who looks very threatening at first glance, and whether she will become PortMafia's support A generation of famous flowers in Liquor Country?

As for Ms. Rimbaud... She has already used her high perception of space to enter the guest rooms of the cruise ship and began to catch black material one by one.Well... [Collection of Colored Paintings] Well, even if you retire as a cadre in the future, you can become the uncrowned king of the paparazzi world.

I have to say that rich people really know how to play, and they are also good at arranging others to play. Rimbaud felt that he had unlocked a lot of new knowledge when he came down from several VIP rooms. Can it be twisted to that angle?

She found the mission target in the most luxurious audio-visual room, tsk tsk tsk, she is still fooling around with a group of little girls at this age, and she is not afraid of kidney deficiency!

There were a few bodyguards guarding outside the audiovisual room, obviously they mistaken Rimbaud's identity.Just looking at her disheveled hair, she seemed to have been bitten hard on her lips, and her body was so full of hormones that one could not wait to kneel down and accept the humiliation—then he opened the door and let her walk in slowly.

The congressman was "busy", and the other girls worked harder when they saw a strong "competitor", and the congressman didn't have time to see who came in.

Rimbaud restrained his breath and hid in a corner, and took a long passionate video before swaggering away from the audio-visual room to find his next target.

The bodyguard guarding the door saw her go in and come out, and was surprised when the beautiful woman curled her red lips and rolled her eyes shamelessly: "If you can't, don't come out to play, can't you afford it?" He touched his lower lip and put his finger on the mouth of one of the bodyguards. Seeing the man blushing and laughing out loud, he stepped on five-centimeter-high stilettos and left quickly.

Bodyguard: Should I first laugh at the guy who is suspected of being "unfair" by the beauty because he "can't do it", or should I try to strike up a conversation first?

Turning around the VIP guest room area, Rimbaud's mobile phone memory was almost insufficient.Only then did she let go of those men and women who were entangled with each other, and used the blind spot of the camera to enter the private space of the owner's house on the third floor.

After entering this area, you have to be more careful, in case you are caught, the mission will be smashed.

Rimbaud walked unhurriedly through the corridor, his high-heeled shoes knocked rhythmically on the floor, creating a charming and lazy melody.

She walked forward, cleverly avoiding the surveillance equipment's capture of her face, and suddenly stopped to listen when she passed a door, and knocked on the door with a smile after a while.

"Who!" The people inside were very vigilant, and Rimbaud lazily knocked on the door again, leaning on the door with a low smile and said, "A gentleman downstairs paid for me to come up, is this here?"

The voice like singing a poem made people lower their guards. The person inside opened the door, and Rimbaud just bent one leg and stepped back on the wall. His slender white legs were looming along the side seam of the long skirt.The door opened inward immediately, and she walked in with a faint smile.There were two people in the study-like room, one was the host who organized the dinner, and the other... was Mr. Fukuzawa, who was wearing a kimono and a haori and carried a knife.

Mr. Fukuzawa: "..."

Alarm bells ringing in the man's heart - the mission is over!

"President Fukuzawa, I have a little personal matter to deal with, please avoid it for half an hour..."

"Is half an hour really enough, sir?"

The banshee-like woman smiled, and the words in her words were thought-provoking. The man immediately changed his tone: "One hour, ah, no, two hours. President Fukuzawa, please."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

If you can spend 10 minutes under her hands, I think I think highly of you!

"You came to the detective agency in person and asked me, the president, to be your personal guard. If losses occur due to personal behavior, my members and I will be very embarrassed."

His expression was quite serious, and there was also some annoyance that he hadn't noticed.

The man immediately became unhappy: "It's just such a woman, what can happen, I have no problem if you want to stand here and watch..." The warm fragrance from the heat of the body hit the tip of his nose, and he became more and more impatient. expatriates.

Fukuzawa Yukichi had no choice but to glared viciously at Rimbaud who was sticking to the side of the protection target, and walked out with a dark face.Her voice sounded from behind: "Honey, I don't mind making an appointment with you tomorrow~"

The honest man stumbled a step, left the room as if fleeing, and closed the door behind him.

He leaned against the corridor wall, and about 5 minutes later, the door opened again.Rimbaud walked out calmly, playing with the memory card in his hand.Seeing that Mr. Fukuzawa was still there, she walked up to him happily: "What a coincidence, we meet again?"

"..."

Even Fukuzawa Yukichi knew that this was not the place to complain, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only keep silent.Rimbaud rolled his eyes and waved the memory card in his hand: "The people inside are dreaming sweetly. This is the information to be used for blackmail and threats. It did not cause any trouble to your work."

Well, as Mr. Fukuzawa said, personally protect personal safety.If a person is alive, if he is not missing an arm or a leg and is not crazy, even if he completes the task, she has no work conflicts with him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi still could only spit out a series of ellipses.

"Blackmail threats," huh?Why do you speak these four words so proficiently.

"Because I'm an officer of PortMafia, Mr. Fukuzawa."

Because of wearing high heels, her altitude has increased a little, and she can easily raise her head to get close to Mr. Swordsman's eyes, "I'm off to work, dating is no joke."

Rimbaud leaned forward slightly, and the white-haired man who had been tormented by her to a high degree of nervousness reflexively raised his hand to cover the lower half of the woman's face in front of him: "Don't mess around here!"

Her eyes curled up in a mischievous smile.

It was only then that Mr. Fukuzawa realized that he was overreacting, and he let go of his hand as if he had been scalded and wanted to retreat... Unfortunately, he couldn't do it, because the wall inside the hull was behind him.

"It seems that you are looking forward to it?"

As soon as he was released, Rimbaud leaned forward half a step and pressed one hand on his chest, and quickly raised the other hand and pushed it on the saber... At this distance, he could control the opponent's best weapon, as long as she wanted, The Armed Detective Agency will end today.

A samurai's sword cannot be touched by others, and neither can his wife.Seriously speaking, the sword is the spiritual partner and comrade-in-arms of the samurai, but today the poor master and slave were treated lightly by the same beautiful lady at the same time.She kept this ambiguous distance, and he could even smell the warmth of her body.

"I used a nerve agent. The amount is not large but it will make people look in a trance. It is because of this that the gentleman in it is honestly dreaming."

After she finished speaking, she let go of her hands and stood up straight, and walked away with a "da da da" without any regrets, "I lied to you."

It wasn't until the heat receded that Mr. Fukuzawa turned his nearly muddled mind full of regret, sympathized with himself for a while, and then sympathized with his knife for a while, and then saw that the instigator was in a good mood, turned into the stairs and walked away.

I don't know what kind of regret it is!

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..." I suddenly understand a cat that has been plucked but not given cat food...

Rimbaud went into the bathroom again and hid the memory card in the subspace, and came out again with bright red cheeks (photographed by himself) and a little smell of alcohol on his body (splashed by himself), as if he had made a deal with someone look.

As soon as she appeared, the gradually quiet banquet hall quickly became lively again. Men walked over to talk to her with wine glasses, and soon Rimbaud was surrounded by bees and butterflies who couldn't wait to show their courtesies.

Zhong Yuan, who was conscientiously working as a bodyguard for his mother, crushed the wine glass in his hand as an ornament with a blank expression, and his breath was so sinister that others walked around him...

The people around Rimbaud did not clear until late at night, and finally Mr. Mori stretched out his hand, and the slightly intoxicated woman jumped towards his outstretched hand, stopping like a tired bird returning to its nest to satisfy her. branches.

For a moment, even Mori Ogai almost thought that he was a lover she was deeply in love with, but he immediately woke up when he smelled hallucinogens at the tip of his nose—Miss Rimbaud was really working hard, although the strike time was forever Longer than working hours...but she is efficient.It is estimated that none of the people on the whole ship can escape her sight, and the round of dispatching today was not in vain.

First, the gentleman quickly adjusted his expression and patted the hand she was holding his: "It's so naughty."

"Sorry, sorry."

He showed a victorious smile to the eyeing men, and exited the stage with a woman as dazzling as a diamond, followed by Koye Ozaki and a small boy with orange hair.

Mori Ogai did not clearly state Rimbaud's identity throughout the whole process. Everyone regarded her as the new lover of the leader of PortMafia, but because she was not introduced to everyone, it made people feel that "it is not important".

No one would have guessed that this beautiful woman is the former killer "Drunken Boat" who made them change their faces, and she is now the cadre of PortMafia.