I became the leader of the port Mafia

Oda Sakunosuke found the Mimic stronghold from the clues left by Ango Sakaguchi, and when he led the armed forces to encircle and suppress, Osamu Dazai returned to the Hong Kong Building.

Considering the seemingly unusual relationship between Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu's subordinates thought it was better to bring Oda Sakunosuke to the leader, get the silver decree, and report to him before leaving .

By the way, the festival between Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Oda Sakunosuke was revealed.

Rather than letting Osamu Dazai find out by himself, it is better to report early to avoid being settled by Qiuhou.

"is it?"

Osamu Dazai didn't have any surprised expression on his face, but after Akutagawa Ryunosuke came over, he knocked him to the ground with two fierce fists, took his subordinate's gun and fired at Akutagawa Ryunosuke without blinking. Three shots.

"Mr. Dazai!" The subordinates exclaimed.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke exploded at the last moment of life and death, successfully blocked the bullet with the space partition, and looked at Osamu Dazai with indescribable horror.

"Mr. Dazai..."

"Isn't this defensible?" Osamu Dazai stared at Ryunosuke Akutagawa coldly, as if looking at a dead man, "Infighting is not allowed within Hong Kong and black, this is your punishment, and I will keep it firmly in mind in the future. "

"Next time, you just go to die."

After teaching Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Osamu Dazai went to the chief's office with a gun in his hand without looking back.

"You let him go?" Osamu Dazai broke into the chief's office and asked without respect.

The guards pointed their guns at Osamu Dazai, and they would kill Osamu Dazai on the spot if he made any changes.

"Is this how you speak to the leader?" I raised my eyebrows.

Osamu Dazai is really proud of being favored, he doesn't know how to respect the leader at all!

"Answer me!" Osamu Dazai stared at me closely, and raised his voice. His kite-colored eyes seemed to be dyed a deep black, and he seemed to be able to swallow people up if he watched too much.

I sighed helplessly, and deeply felt that Osamu Dazai was a rebellious and unfilial son who liked to die. As a kind and tolerant old father, I was heartbroken.

"Oda-kun came to me by himself, he said he wanted to be a hero."

The word hero never appeared in the lexicon of sinners like them who walked in the dark, lived in the filthy mud, and grew up in an environment of violence and bloodshed.

Someone must have said something to Sakunosuke Oda.

Osamu Dazai's mind was running fast, and finally locked on a certain person.

Natsume Soseki in the parallel world, the person who has the greatest influence on Oda Sakunosuke, the teacher of Mori Ogai and Fukuzawa Yukichi, the former chief of the Supernatural Secret Service...the person who knows the truth of the world.

"Oda-kun went to look for you before he left, and it seems to be a pity that he didn't see you. According to the report from his subordinates, Oda-kun is almost at the mimic's stronghold."

After I shared the known information, the purple-red square pupils stared at Osamu Dazai indifferently.

"Dazai, go see him, don't let Oda-kun leave any regrets in this world."

Osamu Dazai constricted his pupils and pursed his lips, as if he had seen some terrible scene, and stood motionless on the spot.

"Really, does this kind of thing need to be taught?"

I snorted, got up from the seat, and gave Dazai a punch fiercely, and rushed him to the ground.

"You coward, what are you afraid of?"

"Go to Sakunosuke Oda, this is an order!"

After beating Osamu Dazai, I asked my men to throw him out.

The feng shui took turns, Dazai Osamu, who had just beaten Akutagawa Ryunosuke, turned around and was beaten by the leader.

Osamu Dazai, who was thrown out of the chief's office, covered half of his swollen face, stood up unsteadily, with a frighteningly deep expression, and asked with a cold temperature: "Where is the mimic's stronghold?"

The guard who received the order from the leader directly told Osamu Dazai the location.

Maybe it was the punch that gave Dazai the power. After moving his toes, Dazai ran with all his strength, and the rolling black coat fell to the ground during Dazai's fierce movements.

......

"I have a man who is the only man in the world who regards me as a friend. It's a pity that I couldn't say goodbye to him before coming here."

In a dance-like and exciting gun fight, time seemed to be slowed down. At the end of the gunshot, Oda Sakunosuke confided his regrets to the old enemy in front of him.

"I thought Ango Sakaguchi was your friend."

"Ango betrayed me, not now."

"In that case, why save him?"

"Because I'm going to be a hero, so I can't turn a blind eye."

"What kind of person is he?"

"..."

The two chatted in the stronghold as if nothing had happened, as if they were not in a life-and-death duel.

"Bang!" No matter how slow the time is, it will eventually pass by. When the two stood firm again, the last shot hit the other's chest at the same time.

"Sakunosuke, the last shot was perfect." ①Andre Gide sighed in admiration, and fell to the ground in satisfaction.

The ghost wandering in this world all day long has finally been redeemed.

□□Falling to the ground, Oda Sakunosuke then fell to the ground.

There seemed to be auditory hallucinations in his ears, and he seemed to hear Osamu Dazai calling him.

"Odasaku!"

After driving Chuya Nakahara's luxury car away, Osamu Dazai rushed over at the last moment.

"...Be a good person, Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke, who saw Dazai Osamu before his death, no longer had any regrets, and said what he wanted to say to Dazai Osamu in one breath, and untied the bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's head.

The messy bandages spread out, revealing Dazai Osamu's complete face, the right cheek was slightly red and swollen, as if he had been punched, but it didn't hinder Dazai Osamu's handsomeness.

After the deep darkness faded away, Osamu Dazai's eyes were so clear for the first time.

Does man live to redeem himself...?

Odasaku, if this is your wish, even if this world is corrupt and false, I will do it.

......

"Dazai!"

Nakahara Nakahara, who was informed by his subordinates that his newly bought sports car was scrapped in the hands of Osamu Dazai, was so angry that he activated his ability, and his whole body glowed red.

"Zhong, Mr. Zhongyuan, the leader is calling you."

The subordinates tremblingly conveyed the leader's order to Zhong Yuanzhong.

"What's the matter, Mr. Chuya?" Nakahara Chuya still had an angry look on his face, which I could tell at a glance.

"It's nothing." Although angry, Zhong Yuanzhong is not a person who likes to complain, no matter how angry he can only hold it in his heart.

I blinked my eyes, only Dazai is the only one who can make Nakahara Chuya angry like this.

After thinking about it, I put the coat that Osamu Dazai left behind in Chuya Nakahara's hand, giving Chuya a chance to vent.

"Chuya, burn Dazai's coat, and announce that the cadre, Dazai Osamu, has defected."

The effect of this sentence is immediate, and Zhongyuanzhong has probably never been so happy. Thinking that the mackerel who always likes to make trouble for him will be far away from his sight, Zhongyuanzhong can't stop being happy.

After decisively burning Osamu Dazai's coat, Nakahara even went back to his residence and rewarded himself with a bottle of Petus that he treasured.

However......

"Oh!"

Petrus exploded without warning.

Nakahara Chuya who was splashed: "..."

"Dazai!!"

......

Natsume Soseki took out the novel with a blank cover, and there was a line of text in the blank space on the first page that only he could see.

[In the next month, Yokohama was calm and smooth, except for the leader of the port mafia who was always unlucky because of various small things, everyone else was going well. 】

"..."

After thinking about it, Natsume Soseki wrote the words he had considered for a long time in the blank space at the end of the novel.

[One year later, with the help of a god from another world named Saiki Kusuo, Oda Sakunosuke was successfully resurrected and realized his dream of being a novelist. 】

Since you are a hero, you should be treated like a hero.

When the port mafia announced that the cadre Dazai had defected, and Chuya Nakahara led a team to capture the traitor, and everything was a foregone conclusion, this blank-covered novel emitted a soft white halo.

The two lines written by Natsume Soseki at the end gradually disappeared from the pages of the book, which had never appeared before.

"Failed?" Natsume Soseki murmured.

Natsume Soseki turned back and found that the part that cursed Mori Ogai was also missing.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and his thinking went blank for a few seconds, when Natsume Soseki's eyes became clear again.

The "book" faded from memory.

......

Chief's office.

Mimic and Sakunosuke Oda died together, and Dazai Osamu also "defected". Apart from the serious worries in my heart, I woke up early in the rare morning, sat on the chair in front of the French window, and quietly waited for the sun to rise.

When the sun was shining, I opened the "Flying Bird Collection" that I often took out to read on the desktop, and a different font appeared in the blank space on the front page.

[In the next month, Yokohama was calm and smooth, except for the leader of the port mafia who was always unlucky because of various small things, everyone else was going well. 】

"??"

Two question marks popped out of my head, and I looked at the cover of "Asuka" together, thinking that Osamu Dazai had played a prank.

A beam of bright light shone in, golden particles were flying in the air, and the pages of the book turned to the last page automatically without wind.

[One year later, with the help of a god from another world named Saiki Kusuo, Oda Sakunosuke was successfully resurrected and realized his dream of being a novelist. 】

My eyes are gradually dignified, this is...

Am I thinking of that?

There are at most 10 people in this world who know Kusuo Saiki, and Osamu Dazai does not seem like someone who can write such words of hope.

Taking out a new quill, I hesitated and wrote a sentence in the blank space.

[Mori Ogai's hairline no longer recedes, and the hair has ushered in the second growth, and it has become thicker again. 】

With some kind of indescribable expectation, I turned my head to look at myself on the floor-to-ceiling window.

It is still the Hong Kong black leader who is over 30 years old, starts to lose his hair, and has a receding hairline.

I'm looking forward to it.

"I really don't want to become like a farmer, it's too detrimental to the leader's image of being wise and powerful, and Alice will dislike it." I muttered aggrievedly.

That collection of poems, which seemed to have been played a prank by someone, was just left idle on the desktop.