King of 25 Cubs

After I blew my identity, I couldn't cheer up for a long time.

The rain caused a cold and fever, so I didn't take medicine or go to the doctor, and just lay in bed in a daze.

The cold recovered, and I began to suffer from chronic insomnia again. Occasionally, I fell asleep. In my dream, it was either the overwhelming blood color and Dazai Osamu who had lost his breath and died, or the questioning eyes of my colleagues in the secret service department, or I knew that I would never grow up again. After the hair came out, it turned black and became a world-destroying boss.

That's right, what I was most worried about was my hair. I was drenched in rain for so long that night that I thought that I would never grow hair again in the future.

As for Osamu Dazai, who is still lying dead in the hospital, I have never visited him, not even once.

Even though he lived in the ICU for more than a month, even if someone whispered in my ear every day: "Have you heard that 'Mr. Mori's pocket knife' is dying, this time it seems to be real!"

Not because of anger, but because of fatigue, and a boredom for no reason.

I'm tired of him not being good at anything, and I'm tired of being a fool like myself.

To be honest, I don't even bother to be angry with him anymore, it's meaningless to be angry, and I don't want to bother him anymore.

Anyway, I have already exchanged my identity and some information from the world in Yokohama for Chief Mori to save his life, so let’s take this burden away. In the future, he will love him to death, and that is something Mori Ogai needs to worry about. Nothing to do with me.

Not long after that, I left the port of Mafia, and the way of leaving was also very dramatic-as the security guard of the port Mafia, I escorted several important officials to other countries, and when the transport plane we were taking was passing by a certain battlefield, it was hit by a missile It hit and crashed, and there were no survivors in the transport plane.

Of course, I was not on that transport plane, and the accident was premeditated—the people on it were all the henchmen of the former leader.

Since then, my identity as a "bald strong" is a dead person in the port Mafia's file.

Mori Ogai did not hesitate to scrap a transport plane in order to kill his opponent. Such a big gesture made me very distressed.

The transport plane is so expensive, if you want them to die, you just tell me, send me the transport plane, and I will help you.

In short, this self-explosion incident had a great impact on me, and it also made me reflect for a long time.

I think people need to learn more skills.

If I knew how to drive and had my own car, none of this shit would have happened; even if I didn't have a car, I would have been able to pry it.

Life is not easy, but I am versatile. Since then, I have studied hard and learned the necessary life-saving skills for home travel, such as hearse driving, lock picking and theft, disguise, hacking technology, etc.

One more thing by the way, after revealing my identity, I thought Mori Ogai would let me be a double agent for the Secret Service and Port Mafia.

I have thought about it for a long time, if I have to be a double agent, how should I balance the relationship between the two organizations, should I stand firm on one side, or jump back and forth on both sides.

The system Xiaoqi suggested that I jump sideways. As for the position, it said:

【What you are firm on should not be the position of an organization, but your own position.

They are not you, you have to learn to be yourself in the torrent of chaotic world. 】

I am convinced of this. The 50-year labor contract has not been signed in vain. The system is really my good teacher and helpful friend.

When I decided to carry it out like this, Mori Ogai let me go.

He met me, didn't make things difficult for me, and didn't ask me to do anything for him. He even promised me that he wouldn't tell anyone about my self-identification.

I suddenly felt that Mori Ogai is not bad!

"You are such a good man."

I told him that at the time, and then I saw the mask-like smile on his face froze for a moment.

He hesitated to speak, and finally waved me away.

All in all, the identity of "Takaho Yuka" has several layers of vests. The person who knows best is me, followed by Mori Ogai.

What he doesn't know is probably only the identity of fake wine.

If you have to undercover port Mafia in the end, you can't go back with Takaho Yuka's identity and face.

I wanted to understand this in an instant, so I took out my most sincere attitude and said to Fukuji Sakurachi: "If you must let me go, please give me a plastic surgery."

[Ding dong~split index +50]

Fukuchi Sakura scratched her face, and said haha: "There is no need for plastic surgery, besides, you must not be willing to part with it?"

I raised my index finger and said solemnly: "I can only make it look better, otherwise I won't go... Ah, by the way, please give me a hair transplant, my hair loss has become more and more serious recently."

[Ding dong~split index +100]

My hair loss has gotten worse since finding out I'm a psychic.

what is this?

I got stronger and got balder?

Fukuchi Sakura sighed: "Okay, let me see if there is any suitable candidate."

As if remembering something, he muttered: "Speaking of which, the police academy recently found another good seedling, who seems to be called Liyuan..."

After leaving the captain's office, I began to look for opportunities to increase the split index due to the urgent need for hair growth.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Jono!"

In the corridor, I met a wild chrysanthemum with a bag of apples in his hand.

I immediately leaned forward and greeted him warmly.

[Ding dong~split index +50]

Tiaoye Caiju put away her smile, and turned her head to "look" at me vigilantly: "What are you going to do?"

"I had a dream about you last night, and I woke up crying in the morning."

Tiaoye Caiju was stunned for a moment, "What did you dream about?"

I said solemnly: "I dreamed that you were eating shit. I advised you not to eat shit. You didn't listen, and insisted that it smelled like apples. So I snatched the shit away and didn't let you eat it, but you pulled out a gun Want to hit me."

[Ding dong~split index +200]

Tiaoye Caiju silently took out his gun.

I grinningly stretched out my hand and lowered the muzzle of the gun, and took the opportunity to steal an apple from him.

"After all, your eyes are inconvenient. Next time, if there is something delicious, I will help you identify it first."

[Ding dong~split index +200]

Tiaoye Caiju gritted his teeth and said, "Then do I have to thank you?"

"You're welcome." I wiped the apple with my sleeve, took a bite, and said vaguely, "You should be thankful."

[Ding dong~split index +200]

"You go to die now!"

I dodged bullets, ran to the training ground with an apple in my mouth, and met Suehiro Tiechang who was watching the ants move like a schoolboy.

He also encouraged the ants: "Ants, come on."

I asked him curiously: "Mr. Tie Chang, how long have you been squatting here?"

Su Guang Tiechang said blankly: "Eight hours."

"Eight hours and they haven't moved yet?!"

I rolled up my arms and sleeves: "Let me help them out."

So the two of us "manually" helped the ants move, and a military police team trained next to us looked at the two of us dumbfounded, and harvested another batch of split index.

It's a pity that ants don't have a split index, otherwise I would help ants move every day.

"Why, this ant is also an ant on the territory of the military police. It stands to reason that it should be with the military police."

I'm baffled.

[Mo Guangtiechang didn't even give you half a split index. 】

That's right, from the time I first came into contact with him, this person has always looked like a mountain collapsed in front of his eyes, and he would not be moved.

I was shocked and said: "Could it be that he has become a spirit from ants?!"

[...Your target is wrong, Xiaoqi is just a system, and there is no way to contribute to your split index. 】

"I treat all life and non-life equally." I said insidiously: "If you want to be bald, go bald together, and no one can leave me alone."

While arguing with the system, the phone rang.

I glanced at the caller ID: "Isn't this Fei Jia's number?"

I swipe to answer in doubt, but the other party hangs up instantly.

I:"???"

I dialed back again, but the other party didn't answer.

"Nothing will happen, right?"

I muttered under my breath.

To be honest, I am a little worried about this fellow, after all, he is the most weak and helpless kitten I have ever seen.

For the sake of this sick kitten from Siberia, I took advantage of my duties to check the location of the other party's phone call, and asked the captain for the afternoon leave.

Speaking of which, I don't know if his cough has gotten better recently.

The location indicated by the signal is in a basement in Yokohama, next to a small Catholic church. Behind the church is a cemetery for foreigners, and nearby is the largest slum in Yokohama - Saibo Street.

In Yokohama, a city where the three religions gather together, many poor foreigners choose to live near small churches.

"It felt like a rat hole."

The houses here are small, dirty and densely packed together, the underground water pipe may be blocked, and the whole street emits a subtle smell.

Wrapped in tattered cloaks, those high-nosed and deep-eyed foreigners squatted in front of the door doing their own work, or their numb or dodging eyes were hidden under the hood.

The only two decent buildings may be the small church and the brick-red three-story building next to the church.

I picked up a few looters, passed the church, walked into the three-story building, went down the stairs, and came to the door of the basement.

The door was locked, and no one answered after knocking for a long time.

So I took out a hairpin and stuck it in the keyhole.

If someone finds out, I will say that I am a military police officer and I am on duty.

Three seconds to pry the door open, I pushed it, and the rusty door hinge made a creaking sound.

A strong smell of blood came to my nostrils, and my pupils constricted suddenly.

The black-haired boy was lying in a pool of blood, with a watermelon knife pierced in his left chest, astonishment still remained in his gray eyes, and his usually fair and clean cheeks were stained with coagulated blood.

What the hell!

I threw myself in front of Fedya, and ran my fingers over his nose and carotid artery.

"I'm out of breath and my heart isn't beating."

I looked at Fei Jia's eyes that were dying with regret, and remembered the first time we met in Haichang cafeteria, the teenager's disappointment because he didn't grab the last chicken leg, his eyes were as clean and sweet as jelly fruit.

Those eyes are so beautiful, but now they seem to be covered with heavy lead ash.

"Fei Jia, you died so badly!"

I covered my face with my hands and cried out in grief.

You haven't found your fiancée... No, the neighbor's fiancée!

You haven't put a cuckold on Gogol in heaven yet!

How could you just die like this before the offer was completed!