When the double black penetrates the if line

There is no escape.

Seeing the cruel and indifferent expression of the orange-haired young man above him, he knew that he couldn't escape this time.

This young man is different from many people he has met, including some officials of the FBI. They may still have scruples about him, but the young man who is pressing on him must have blood on his hands. If he is not honest If he confessed, he really dared to kill himself.

Gin took a deep breath, then tightly shut his mouth.

Unexpectedly, after working for the organization for so many years, he did not die in the cold prison, nor did he die at the gun of the FBI who wanted him, nor did he die at the hands of some organization's enemies.

Instead, he hid in an unknown alley in Italy at the end, and was killed by a young man who was his prey.

But it's normal, there are always some rules in the underworld, once you enter this world, you can't get out again.The identity of hunter and prey has never been a static thing.

"Don't tell me?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at Qin Jiu not only did not appear to speak, but became more silent, with a hint of determination in his eyes, and he knew that this black-clothed organization's killer would not compromise .

"It's such a pity." Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed softly, and his strength gradually gathered in the wrist holding the dagger, "Then I can only send you—"

"Wait first." However, before Chuya Nakahara had time to end Gin's life with a knife, Osamu Dazai suddenly walked out of the alley where he was originally hiding, walked up to Chuya Nakahara, and stopped him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also restrained his strength in time, and the tip of the knife barely stopped on the skin between Qin Jiu's eyebrows.

"What's the matter?" Nakahara Chuya's tone was steady, but there was a hint of impatience, "You'd better hurry up and say it."

"I have a few words to ask this Mr. Gin." Osamu Dazai first gave Nakahara Nakaya a calm look, then turned his face to face Gin with his usual smiling expression He said, "Why do you want to come after us two?"

Qin Jiu kept a cold face and said nothing, as if he wanted to kill and cut you.

However, his lack of cooperation did not cause any trouble to Osamu Dazai at all, and Osamu Dazai went on to say, "It's because of the text message, right? A few days ago, your organization received a mysterious text message, telling you to Go kill the two people named Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya, because they will inevitably affect your plan."

"Am I right? This Mr. Killer from the Black Organization."

The expression on Gin's face moved slightly, and he quickly accepted the news that Osamu Dazai and the others had obtained this confidential information.He finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse: "So what?"

"It's really not that good." Osamu Dazai showed a slight smile on his face, the relaxed and believable expression he used to fool others, "But, dear Mr. Gin, this is the biggest problem .”

"The ones you want to kill are Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara, but here comes the problem, we are not Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara."

Nakahara raised his head and quickly glanced at Osamu Dazai, and silently asked him what he was doing.

Osamu Dazai didn't respond, his eyes were firmly locked on Gin's face, watching every fluctuation of his expression.

Sure enough, an almost ridiculous expression appeared on Gin Jiu's face. He snorted and said disdainfully, "Do you think I'm so easy to deceive?"

"No, no, please think about it carefully, what is the description of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya in that letter." Dazai Osamu was not affected by Gin's attitude at all, and continued to say slowly, "Bandaged and black, with the signature metal chocker, right?"

Gin didn't say a word, but Dazai knew the answer he wanted from his expression.

"But if you think about it carefully, can an unknown email really represent everything?" Osamu Dazai continued to speak softly, "I think your organization should also try to verify the authenticity of that text message, right? Could it be that the two of us can't be found?"

"Or put it another way." Osamu Dazai suddenly wiped a smile from the corner of his mouth, but it was filled with bits and pieces of malice, full of infinite evil, "The only person you found was Osamu Dazai."

"Bandages all over her body, black hair and iris eyes, although she didn't wear a beige windbreaker as said in the text message, but she wore a black coat all the year round."

"The leader of the port mafia -- Osamu Dazai."

"But your clothes and appearance are exactly the same as those mentioned in that text message." Gin Jiu explained coldly, "Under the circumstances that your appearances match completely, there is no way you can go wrong."

"Under common sense, it is indeed impossible to make mistakes." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, "But the one on you and I are very unlucky. Most likely, the person who sent the text message saw it casually from the side of the road, and then casually To perfuse you by describing our appearance to you."

Unbelief was written all over Gin's face.

"Don't believe me." Osamu Dazai continued, "Actually, I can tell you that my full name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky, and I am an ordinary passenger."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Gin looked suspiciously at Osamu Dazai: "...that sounds like a Russian name."

"Oh, yes." Osamu Dazai sighed softly, and a face that was always full of hypocritical smiles suddenly showed an almost sad expression, "You know, my father is a Russian, My mother is Japanese, so I'm actually a Russian-Japanese hybrid."

"My name follows my father, so it sounds very much like a Russian name, and because I have Russian blood, you can see that my skin is paler than ordinary people."

... This is obviously a kind of morbid paleness because you stay at home all day, your body is always covered with bandages, even if you go out, you jump into the water every now and then, and you have never exercised your body well.

What does that have to do with Russian ancestry?

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help it anymore, thinking coldly in his heart.

But Qin Jiu didn't know the inside story, he seemed to be slightly suspicious by the skin, and continued to ask: "...Then what about Zhongya Zhongyuan? Isn't he the one next to you?"

It seems that Nakahara Chuya, who died in Hong Kong, was very tightly covered by Osamu Dazai of this world. Except for the Armed Detective Agency, an organization with a slight origin in the local area, no other organization has heard of Nakahara Chuya, nor Know exactly what he looks like.

But this is easier.

Osamu Dazai thought calmly in his heart, but what he showed was not like this.

"Oh of course not, how could you have such a big misunderstanding?" Osamu Dazai exaggeratedly shouted with a very surprised expression, "Actually, I have never heard of the name Nakahara Chuya, in fact, Ya The one on you is called Gogol."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Why does it sound like a Russian name?" Gin asked.

"Of course it's because Gogol is my playmate who grew up with me in Russia. We have a good relationship." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly. Chu’s connections, but we have no ill will towards you Japanese organizations like these at all.”

"To be honest, Gogol and I came to Italy just to have a pleasant honeymoon."

Gin: "...Honeymoon?"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai ignored the gazes of Gin and Chuya Nakahara looking at him, and said with a smile, "Gogol and I have just established a relationship recently. Although we are not yet married, we are not far from that step." Far away. There is a holy place for dating in the city we are in. It is said that all lovers who come here will be blessed forever, so Gogol and I thought about running over to play, don’t you do you know?"

Gin answered silently: "I don't know."

The organization in black came here purely for the purpose of carrying out their missions, so they didn't have the time to learn a lot of things about the Holy Land of Dating.

"Tsk tsk tsk, life can't be so boring." Osamu Dazai sighed, "In short, Gogol and I spent a wonderful night together in a small hotel last night. Until you chased and killed us behind our car, and even pulled out your guns!"

"Did you see the person who was walking with us? It's the white-haired young man." Dazai Osamu looked very sincere, "That's the tour guide we specially hired. He was supposed to take us on a day trip in the city. No Thinking of your easy frightening, the tour guide doesn’t know where he has gone now.”

Gin was a little hesitant about whether he needed to say sorry, then his thoughts froze, and he asked, "So... If you really came on vacation, why did you delete those text messages?"

"Some people are thinking about our lives, do we have to die in a daze?" Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue and explained impatiently, "To be honest, I think you should know that we are not Those kind of good citizens naturally have some means."

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be that not only have we not lived in the world of two people, but it is very likely that we have turned into two cold corpses."

"But the description in that text message." Gin was not so easy to fool, and insisted, "The sender is very aware of many secrets of our internal organization. For such a person, you think he might just walk by the side of the road." Pick two people to fool us?"

"It's true that he didn't use it to fool you." Dazai Osamu sighed, and there was a lot of pity in his eyes, "Haven't you figured it out yet? The reason why he asked you to come to us is because Because you know our strength, you want to use our hands to get rid of the black organization."

Indeed... the strength of the two people in front of them is not weak, if this is the purpose---

There is a good chance it will work.

Qin Jiu felt a chill in his heart, and now he was looking at Osamu Dazai with an inexplicable emotion besides hostility.

"But it doesn't matter. You still have a chance." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, "Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara are indeed going to compete for the ten-year bazooka, although the two of us are suddenly given names that don't belong to us And I was hunted down for it, but I'm also a very kind and generous person."

"So let me tell you the real identities of Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara."

"Osamu Dazai, I think you already know that he is the leader of Hong Kong gangsters. If your organization has some connections, you can find out that the leader of the port mafia has recently come to Italy."

"As for Chuya Nakahara—" Osamu Dazai paused, and a sly smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, "I can't tell you clearly from the description of the scene, he is a person who hides deeply, but I happened to be lucky enough to photograph him A picture of him."

"Instead of describing it verbally, it's better to show you what he looks like directly."

Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and after a few operations on it, he pointed the screen of the mobile phone at the face of Gin who was still lying on the ground.

On the screen of the mobile phone, which is so bright that it can burn people's eyes, is a black-haired young man.

To be precise, it is a Russian with a white felt hat and black mid-length hair, who looks very sick at first glance.

"See?" Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "This is Chuya Chuya, your target."