The strongest supplier in Yokohama

Osamu Dazai pushed open the door of the leader's office. On the floor of the office, Mori Ogai's direct subordinates were burning drawing paper one by one.

"Yamada, what are you doing?" Osamu Dazai raised his mouth slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The mafia named Yamada hurriedly protected the paper in his hand, stood up and nodded to Osamu Dazai, "Officer Dazai, the leader ordered me to destroy these papers before leaving."

"It's a pity, isn't the leader here? Then I'll come back later~" Osamu Dazai dragged his tone regretfully, and thoughtfully closed the door of the room.

As the heavy door was slowly closed, Osamu Dazai lowered his head, under the black hair, the expression on his face faded like white water, and there was substantial black mud rolling in his eyes.

The moment he entered the door, he saw, on the painting that Yamada was about to destroy, the red-haired man who had been scribbled with a large amount of red with a crayon.

Osamu Dazai recalled the regretful expression on Mori Ogai's face when Oda Sakunosuke resigned.

He deeply remembered Mori Ogai's velvety voice, which was as cold and sticky as a snake:

"It's a pity that we didn't discover the final value of Oda-kun, but it doesn't matter, we still have a chance, do you think I'm right, Dazai-kun?"

In the afternoon, the warm afternoon sun poured down on the corridor on the top floor of Gang Hei, but Osamu Dazai, who was bathed in the sun, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

No mistake, the man on the drawing paper is Odasaku, what exactly is Mr. Mori planning?

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Yokohama grocery store

Mori Ogai held up a bottle of potion, looked at the bright liquid flowing inside the glass bottle against the sun, and reluctantly put it down after a long while.

He quickly picked up another bottle of medicine, and rubbed it in his hands reluctantly. Everything was good. At this point, he knew that Kanagawa Yu would not lie, but...

"You-kun, how much does this bottle of medicine cost?" Mori Ogai grimaced, thinking that the money would never be less, his heart felt like a flesh-cutting pain.

In Mori Ogai's view, a potion with such a miraculous effect is unheard of. Judging from Kanagawa Yu's words, such a potion can even be mass-produced. Isn't it a good time to collect wool?

At that time, he can still secretly hide a few bottles of the potion as a matter of course, and take it to the laboratory to study the ingredients. Even if he can't reproduce the potion, he will still count as a few bottles.

"A bottle of Swift Potion Enhanced Edition is 100 million yen, a bottle of Slow Potion is 50 yen, and a single use of magma is 50 yen." Yu Kanagawa unceremoniously quoted a suitable price.

Alice looked at him eagerly, "You-chan, didn't you say there is a discount?"

Seeing that it was Alice who was speaking, Kanagawa Yu slowed down his tone, "Alice, this is already my price after a [-]% discount. Originally, I needed to add a zero after the price."

If this hadn't happened, he wouldn't have considered taking out the potion at all. The potion was too effective, and he didn't worry about letting these potions circulate in the world, so he had to take advantage of it now to pay for it.

He knew that the other party would definitely not honestly use all the potions on Gide. If there was any advantage, would it still be Mori Ogai?

Rather than intrigue with Mori Ogai now, it's better to wait for Gide's matter to end, and he will take as much as Mori Ogai has hidden, and he will not leave a bottle to the other party.

Let Mori Ogai feel what it feels like "money is spent but things are gone".

The two of them were calculating clearly in their hearts, but on the surface they were in harmony, and they said in one voice, "Thank you for your hard work, Youjun."

The man replied with a false smile, "It's not hard work, as long as the money is in place, everything is easy to talk about."

Seeing Yu Kanagawa holding on to the money, Mori Ogai with a bitter face, cried to Yu Kanagawa, and played a dozen emotional cards by the way, "You-kun, can it be cheaper? You also know that two years ago, the gangsters in Hong Kong wanted to build Yokohama World Paradise pays too much."

Yucai Kanagawa couldn't be fooled by him, "Come on, don't think I don't know how much Hong Kong gangsters have made."

Half a year ago, Hong Kong and Heidi really had a lot of money. Even Mr. Zhong Yuan had to save a lot of money to buy his beloved motorcycle, but he knew that Hong Kong and Heiwei were much richer now.

As for how he knew about it?Yu Kanagawa recalled the way Mr. Nakahara quietly handed him the card when he came back from the last trip.

"Xiao Yu, my salary has tripled now, and there is no use for more money." Mr. Zhongyuan kept looking at the cheap clothes on Yu Kanagawa while talking.

At that time, Yu Kanagawa couldn't laugh or cry. He was rich, and he even had no concept of the money in his account. When the money reached a certain number, money was an abstract number.

As for the clothes on his body, they were bought when he had no savings, and they haven't been damaged yet, so Yu Kanagawa continued to wear them without hesitation.

"No need for Mr. Nakahara, I have money." Yu Kanagawa tactfully rejected Chuya Nakahara's salary card.

Nakahara Zhongya couldn't help but dragged him up, "The season is about to change, you accompany me to a store, where they have good custom-made clothes."

The final result is that Mr. Nakahara bought a small choker, and Yu Kanagawa stuffed a full five compartments of clothes into his backpack.

Accompanying Mr. Zhongyuan to come here, he has all the clothes for the four seasons.

It wasn't until he went to the store that he found out that Mr. Zhongyuan gave the size of these clothes to the store and asked the store to start making them two months in advance.

Thinking of this, Kanagawa Yu felt that Mori Ogai's face full of conspiracy and calculations was pleasing to the eye. After all, this is Mr. Nakahara's boss, and he should be a little more friendly to him.

"Well, I'll give you a discount." Kanagawa Yu looked at Mori Ogai's bright eyes, "99% off, no more."

Half an hour later, Mori Ogai paid the deposit with a bit of heartache, put the two potions as samples into his pocket, calculated the working capital of Hong Kong black with a sad face, opened the door and took Alice away.

As soon as he went out, Mori Ogai's sad expression disappeared, and he led his superpowers to walk on the road to Hong Kong and Hei, walking easily, "Alice, let's go, let's go buy a small skirt~"

In his view, the problems that can be solved with money at this stage are not considered problems, and the final solution to this matter is more perfect than he expected.

Sure enough, people like Youjun, as long as they grasp his weaknesses and squeeze them, they can always squeeze out better things.

It's just a pity that there are not many such opportunities, and this method is easy to be exposed if it is used frequently.

Next, it is time to start the layout.

At dusk, returning to the office with Alice who was pissed off from trying on too many dresses, Ogai Mori ran into Osamu Dazai at the door.

The young man was leaning against the wall, with his back to the afterglow of the setting sun, his pale face hidden under bandages and smooth black hair.

Seeing Mori Ogai stepping out of the elevator, Osamu Dazai raised his eyes. Under the thick and slender eyelashes was the kite-colored left eye. There was a puddle of water in the eye, which was so deep that it was almost black.

"Dazai-kun, what are you waiting for me here?" Mori Ogai greeted Dazai as usual.

"Mr. Mori, you're back," Osamu Dazai turned against the light, his expression blurred in the halo and shadow, "I came to look for you at noon today, and only Yamada was here, so I had to wait until now."

So Mr. Mori, I saw oh, I saw Yamada, and I saw those burnt drawing papers.

Mori Ogai looked as usual, "Oh, yes, now I'm back, Dazai-kun, do you have anything you want to report to me?"

The two looked at each other quietly for a moment, Dazai Osamu's curled fingers trembled slightly, like a light butterfly struggling on the net, and finally, the butterfly's trembling stopped, "Mr. Mori, the matter has been settled, I'm leaving first. "

In the corridor, Osamu Dazai passed by Mori Ogai and got off the elevator. In the elevator, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelids and exhaled lightly.

On Mori Ogai's body, there is a hint of wheat fragrance that has not dissipated, which is the unique taste of Kanagawa Yubread.

There is something, maybe there is a turning point.

A week later, a party of men in black cloaks set foot on Yokohama territory.

The leader raised his head, revealing the dark skin and white hair under the cloak, "This... is Yokohama."

A week ago, they organized and intercepted information from the Yokohama Port Mafia. The leader of this organization invited them to Yokohama, saying that there was the end they were looking forward to.

They Mimic are a group of soldiers abandoned by their motherland. Each of them once devoted their lives to the country, but the country abandoned them without hesitation because of greater interests.

They have suffered, cursed, resented, and after their beliefs collapsed, only ruins of despair were left in the end.

Over the years, Mimic has wandered around the world like a ghost, but he still can't find his home.

André Gide swore that he would die in battle for the country, but now the country has betrayed him, and he has nothing but the belief of dying in battle to support him, but the existence of supernatural powers prevents him from being easily killed. The desire to die but not being able to die almost drove him mad.

Until a week ago, someone who claimed to be the leader of Hong Kong gangsters sent him news.

Even though there may be traps in this news, he still came to Yokohama. He has longed for eternal sleep for too long. If this news is false, then he will also make Yokohama feel their anger.

Yokohama World Paradise and Yokohama are separated by a short piece of shallow sea, in an ordinary afternoon in Yokohama:

In Yokohama World Paradise, there are laughter and laughter, and tourists coming and going enjoy this magical paradise in the park.

On the streets of Yokohama, the sound of gunfire shook the sky. The men in black with guns stopped in front of a building in Yokohama. This was a stronghold of Hong Kong gangsters. They captured it effortlessly, and the bodies were discarded everywhere.

This is a warning, but also a reminder: We Mimic have come here, we hope you will abide by the agreement and give us what we want.

As Mimic's people quieted down, a group of people came out quietly and removed the corpse that fell on the ground. In a hidden corner, a puff of white smoke rose from the corpse. After the white smoke cleared, the corpse disappeared. , instead of the corpse, there is a sentence of pale bodies, these are exactly the white ones in the Naruto World.

When he traded with slimes, in addition to slime balls, he also traded a lot of whites that were eaten by slimes.

Usually it is useless to put it aside in supernatural powers. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties this time, after finding out their whereabouts, Kanagawa took Bai Jue out and used them as waste.

In order to deal with the crisis of the Mimic organization, the Special Forces Special Affairs Section temporarily held a memory, and Chief Tan Tian was quite distressed with the information about this organization.

This organization is obviously beyond their current manpower. After they sent people to negotiate, this group of people has no intention of leaving Yokohama at all.

It was their fault that they didn't investigate for a while, and didn't realize that this organization that had been operating abroad would enter Yokohama.

If you apply for the support of the "Hound Dog" from the higher-ups now, I am afraid that demotion will be a certainty.

Just when they were in a state of desperation, Zhongtian's phone rang, and after answering the phone, a familiar voice came, "Mr. Zhongtian, maybe you have any troubles recently?"

Two days later, Mori Ogai hung up the phone with a smile on his face, and the issue of the ability license was settled.

Not long after, Gide, who was in the Hong Kong black stronghold, received a phone call, "Ji Dejun, your end is coming."

He suddenly stood up, and at that moment, he predicted that Gide's muscles exploded, and he rushed out, the force was so great that the ground was cracked with dense spider veins, "Leave!"

Mimic's people rushed out of the base under the leadership of the leader, but it was too late.

Hot magma fell from the sky in an instant, blocking the way they left. The magma slowly surged, forcing everyone to retreat to the tall building. Soon, the ground on the first floor was engulfed by magma.

Andre Gide looked up, and above them was a black dragon hovering, and the magma was falling from the high altitude there.

"Is this the end you said?" Gide sneered, with resentment and resentment churning in his chest, he didn't expect him to die in such a ridiculous way in the end.

He closed his eyes in despair. It was because he mistrusted this group of insidious and despicable people, and it was because he mistakenly overestimated his own ability.

"No, I had a more labor-saving method and paid a lot of money for it, but it was a pity that a fool stopped me."

In the sky, the sound of flapping wings was getting closer, and Mimic almost stared at the giant dragon swooping down from the sky with a shocked gaze.

They used to think that this was just an illusion, or a simulated aircraft, but they didn't expect that such a giant dragon really existed.

Looking at the black-haired youth riding on the dragon's back, one of the members even whispered in his mother tongue in surprise, "Dragon Knight!"

When the dragon descended, they realized that a red-haired man was fixed on the dragon's claws.

After putting down the man, the dragon waved its wings and soared into the sky again, leaving behind a wave of air that stirred the wide black cloaks of the Mimic members.

After standing still, Oda Sakunosuke's face was unusually calm, but there was a complicated look in his eyes, which seemed to understand and sympathize.

He said softly, "I'm coming."

I have come to liberate you.

This time, he took the initiative.

--split line--

In an abandoned church, a thin figure wearing a white felt hat stretched out, sitting sideways in front of the broken stained glass window.

The white moonlight, the high dome, light and darkness intertwined on the pale face of the young man.

One moment holy, one moment evil.

The young man was playing with a plump and bright apple, as gorgeous as a drop of blood.

He held up the apple to face the moonlight outside the window, and smiled happily, "Yokohama, Yokohama..."