Social animals don't deserve love

Ango Sakaguchi took a group of PortMafia around the Kanagawa Metropolitan Police Department on a small road, and reported the situation to the Supernatural Secret Service Division at the beginning of the operation.After leaving all the civilian remains, he proposed to let others go first, and he stayed at the end to keep an eye on them.

"In comparison, I don't seem to easily arouse suspicion." The young man pushed his glasses gently.Everyone saw his distinctive color and relatively gentle temperament, not only did they not admit that this guy was more like a social animal passing by by chance.

After hesitating for a while, a man stood up and said: "Alright, let's go back and report to Ms. Fuxue first. If you haven't shown up in two hours, the intelligence team's internal staff will be dispatched. You can decide for yourself, brother."

[Golden Yaksha] Koye Ozaki especially hates undercover agents. Once she catches her eye, it basically means that she is not too far away from being dismissed from the stage of life.

This person is purely a kind reminder, lest the weak chicken legs and feet are too slow to be suspected by the eldest sister of the □□ Department.

Ango Sakaguchi thanked him: "Don't worry, I'll find a way for people to find this place, and I'll withdraw within an hour at most."

"That's fine," the ordinary members waved to close the team: "Let's go first."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and lowered his head while walking: "See you at the headquarters."

The men in black suits quickly disappeared into the empty alleyway, making sure that no one stayed nearby because of "curiosity", and the young man signaled safety to the support who was hiding in the dark and had already come to stand by.

"Assistant to the Counselor of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, stationed in PortMafia and infiltrating the search." He showed his credentials to his colleagues, and made way for them to see the row of corpses behind him: "There are no survivors in the wreckage of the building, and the civilians are all here."

"The collapse of the buildings in the Jia[-]th district is suspected to be caused by people with supernatural powers, and the specific circumstances are still under investigation."

"Report this matter no later than before work tomorrow morning, thanks for your hard work." The person in charge of receiving the corpse patted him on the shoulder, sighed and looked at the members of the operation: "There are still people waiting for these victims at home, action Hurry up, try to confirm your identity as soon as possible and notify the survivors to claim it."

"About this, I think I can give some help." As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper from his suit pocket, walked to each victim and knelt down - touched - to record.

【Different Ability · Fallen Theory】

In less than half an hour, the real identities of all the corpses were neatly listed, and the person who took the handwritten materials looked down: "Thank you... You should be more careful in PortMafia like you. I don't want to stand on the road one day How can I put you together if I have a headache next to the ditch."

"I will pay attention," Sakaguchi Ango automatically translated into a worried meaning: "I should go, PortMafia may take some action recently, and it will definitely not be stopped. Evacuate civilians in advance."

Yokohama is the only one in the whole country that treats civil servants like community properties.

The other party also understood his difficulties, and after waving goodbye, the two turned their backs.

Yokohama cannot do without PortMafia, but this organization cannot be indulged indefinitely.Mori Ogai is an old hob meat who doesn't like oil and salt. After several times of watching with cold eyes, the only person in the entire organization who can influence his decision... is Yada Fubuki.

"It sucks."

The young man walking out of the path raised his hand and scratched his hair into a mess.

He wanted to bring her back to the life that a normal young girl should live, but with the current situation... I am afraid that not only PortMafia will not be willing, but the government will also refuse.Leaving PortMafia, she is no longer someone who can shake Mori Ogai, which is equivalent to strengthening the opponent invisibly.

Furthermore, Mr. Mori is far from old enough to have no choice. If he loses this heir, he will naturally be able to replace him in a few years.But can the abandoned Fubuki really be able to live the life of a normal young girl safely?

Or another cage—as long as she leaves the organization, she will become a tool under the control of the government in the next second, specially used to target PortMafia.

The situation is even worse, no matter how partial Mori Ogai is, he can't tolerate her continuing to live.

After thinking about it for a while, she finally realized that it was safest for her to stay in PortMafia, at least her life was safe.

"Ugh……"

Ango Sakaguchi sighed deeply, and decided to go to the "Cute Girl Cat" to bring two cups of milk tea back to the port to feed.She didn't have time to eat a few bites of the bento lunch. She didn't know if she would have time to sit down and eat today, so she could only add some sugar, which was better than nothing.

While he was away, Yada Fubuki had already returned to the headquarters with the main force.

The identities of the dead members have their own conclusions. As for the corpses of those mercenaries... they have been disassembled and sewn back together. All the information that the mercenaries can know has been analyzed clearly.

After receiving the news that the chief was missing, Osamu Dazai hurried back with the guerrillas, watched the whole autopsy and walked out of the room: "May I make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

The girl took off her hair mask and gloves and threw it into a special trash can. Standing outside the room, she took a deep breath: "Do you have anything else that you can use as a bet?"

"Well...how about next week's work?"

The black-haired boy who took off his black coat and put it on his arm was full of enthusiasm: "The loser will take over the report for the winner for a week."

Fubuki Yada, who understood his potential intentions, blinked: "Don't bully Zhongya anymore, hasn't he already done several field trips for you? And the credit card, even if he wants to use it himself, he has to find you first."

"I remember that the wages of the two of you are the same. If it doesn't work, I'll ask someone to apply for one for you. In the future, your direct subordinates will be responsible for receiving your wages and repaying the loan..."

Expect this guy to remember to pay the bank back?It would be nice if he didn't take people to the bank to make trouble.

Osamu Dazai glanced sideways: "Are you sure you won't lose?"

"I'm the coroner." The girl looked at him and grinned, "I'm the only one who uses skills to hide it from you."

"That's not necessarily the case, the game will start when the slug comes out!" He cheerfully made a suggestion, and this time she would not agree to see another person's misfortune no matter what: "Bring your report and I will do it for you, Zhong also needs to rest. "

I just came back from a business trip!You have a little humanity and a little conscience, okay?

It's a pity that conscience is a scarce resource in PortMafia. Someone felt the beating heart in his chest and shook his head decisively: "I don't have that thing."

"You have nothing? Which part is missing? Is there any rescue? If not, forget it." The last one to come out of the cold storage of the torture group was Nakahara Chuya, and he wanted to stay behind to confirm whether his was among the dead members. underlings.

The orange-haired boy carelessly put his hand in his trouser pocket and stepped out of the threshold, just in time to hear Osamu Dazai say that he has no conscience.Adhering to the idea of ​​absolutely not letting mackerel have a good time, he opened his mouth with a series of ridicules, and immediately received a warm response without breathing for a minute.

But as long as there is a man and a woman, this can be regarded as a group of happy friends.

As the lowest altitude, Yada Fubuki, who was blocked in the middle and couldn't move, raised his hand to block his ears and eyes—it's fine to stand between the two of you and suffer the spray, and the tinnitus is absolutely rejected!

Ten minutes later, the quarrel between the two quasi-cadres turned into pecking at each other. Today, the girl who also wanted to save her hearing stretched out her hand and pushed the two of them away from each other: "You guys, don't you need some water?"

"I'm going to report to 'Uncle Mori' about the cadres. As for you, you can visit the hospital or rest if you have nothing to do." She walked a few meters away, turned back and smiled: "Dazai, you have to speed up."

This was an order from the "leader". It was an advantage to consciously get rid of the one-week report, and the latter stopped messing around: "Isn't the exact location already available? I need information from the other party's commander."

"You can use the staff as you like." She turned around and didn't stop, the black-haired boy darkened his eyes meaningfully: "I want to call the person in the reference room."

"..." The girl was silent for a while: "It's up to you."

"Bring it back alive." Only this sentence was left at the end, and she walked away.

"What are you talking about?" Nakahara Nakahara, who really went to ask his subordinates for three bottles of water and came back, also noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and was sprayed by Osamu Dazai who was in a complicated mood: "You don't understand what I said, who? Calling you a slug, you have lowered the average IQ of the chief's office!"

"I'll beat you to death! You bastard!" It was a good intention, but unexpectedly, he was beaten up for no reason, and Zhongyuan Zhong was also very angry on the spot.Raising his hand, he squeezed the mineral water bottle and smashed it at the mackerel. He punched nothing and then kicked it up—of course Osamu Dazai avoided it, but he left a "penetrating" footprint on the ground.

The floor tiles were instantly shattered, and the debris splashed out, leaving a few long scratches on the wall covered with decorative materials.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Osamu Dazai gloated, "If you keep debiting like this, will you still have money to pay back the card next month?"

"Stop! Who do you think caused this!"

"Slightly slightly slightly slightly! The short-legged dog is angry~"

Ango Sakaguchi, who walked into the lobby of the headquarters with two cups of take-away milk tea and was about to report to the police, was shocked by this scene and didn't know what to do.

Osamu Dazai knows that the reputation among PortMafia's people is equivalent to the three-headed dog of hell. No one knows whether the young man who was smiling at you one second will show his fangs the next second.As for the orange-red haired Nakahara... the former leader of the youth organization "Sheep" on Leibo Street, he is suspected to be a man with synthetic abilities produced in a wartime laboratory.

These two people have nothing to do and just... demolish the house in the headquarters building?

"Oh! I'm waiting for you."

From the corner of his eye, the black-haired, kite-eyed boy saw someone coming in from the outside, and he immediately let go of the last "toy" when he saw it: "Rookie, I borrowed you from the leader's confidential secretary to do something. Don't be nervous." , very easy, if it's you."

He left a meaningful smile, stepped forward to "grab" the milk tea from the young man, opened it without asking, and drank it: "Well, the taste is not bad. Share a cup with you, little man."

He knew at a glance that he was going to send it to please someone, how could he leave any chance for this guy!