Social animals don't deserve love

"You are looking at the horse~"

Fubuki Yada didn't even lift his eyelids as the resentful voices surrounded him, "I saw the report sent back by Ango and Yaya, they will arrive at Haneda Airport the day after tomorrow, and Hirotsu and the leader will bring someone there to pick them up."

The chief's office was occupied by three people. Mr. Mori sat on a chair and acted as a rubber stamp, the real boss curled up on the sofa to read documents, and the black-haired boy who was frightened by the internal staff raised his hand and pressed on the back of the sofa. Condescending and rubbing together, they looked at the few pages of paper in her hand.

Probably because the road is inconvenient, the greetings are all exempted. The first sentence is a summary of this trip to Europe, and the latter explains the troubles they are currently encountering.

"iic..."

Osamu Dazai's voice was as cold as the wind blowing from the icy hell: "The slug couldn't be dealt with on the spot?"

"Honey, I want you to make it clear that this happened in a strange land half a world away from Yokohama. If Chuya is forced into a dirty state, it cannot be explained by 'commercial behavior'. Don't expect the country to protect The lives and assets of citizens abroad, after all, even at home, they can't protect anything."

While reading, she habitually tapped the arm of the sofa next to her with her fingers.

Wouldn't Osamu Dazai know the details that need to be taboo?Of course he knew, it was just a moment of pleasure, and he didn't take Yada Fuyuki's complaints to heart at all.

"So Ango took Chuya like flying a kite through the war-torn countries in West Asia and North Africa, and finally got on the plane from Dubai in the United Arab Emirates, and brought back a bunch of European specialties on the back of his ass?"

He sneered and said, "It's a pity that not all of them were digested by the battlefield."

"It's better than bringing them all back. There are less than 15 people left. Martial law is ordered at all docks, and snipers are rotated 1 hours a day. Once found, surround them on three sides and leave a way for them to escape. Don't ask those masters of human body strokes to do it." To kill the enemy, I only hope to destroy the opponent's vitality as much as possible. Finally, keep a few..."

The girl showed a pure black smile and looked at the desk from a distance: "We're going to leave Uncle Sen with an executioner with a face, aren't we?"

It's time for tool people to leave.

"That's a good idea, and then, who will be the leader of iic?" Osamu Dazai grabbed the sofa cushion and watched her movements closely. The girl's next words surprised him: "Of course I will go, the new leader has Obligation to avenge the predecessors who died in the line of duty."

"..." The boy paused for a while, then spread his hands: "Honestly speaking, this idea is good, but I don't think you are Gide's opponent."

But if he let go and mentioned the name of Oda Sakunosuke, it would be impossible to kill him.

Yada Fubuki read the last page of the report, turned to the very beginning, raised his eyes to look at the conflicted person: "No, I have a solution, and Mr. Gide will be satisfied."

Thinking that she still has the cheating tool of "book", he slowly let go of his hand: "If this is the case, we have to prepare the last curtain call performance for Mr. Sen first."

"Of course, it must be grand enough, gorgeous enough and heroic enough to be worthy of the leader's worth." She dumped the blame without any psychological burden: "I will leave this matter to you, Mr. Witness."

"It's easy to say." As for the matter of witnessing to others, he is familiar with it once and twice. At least this new leader is enough to make people feel happy even from the perspective of visual appreciation.

Just as PortMafia in Yokohama was in full swing, Ango Sakaguchi, who had already boarded the plane, never expected to meet someone unexpected.

The thing is like this, he and Zhongyuan Zhong also successfully crossed from Turkey all the way through the northern part of the Arabian Peninsula, and finally arrived at the richest city in the world.After taking a short turn around this legendary land and boarding the plane, the next second the two of them found their seats under the guidance of the stewardess, another French-speaking guest caught Chuya's attention.

It was a middle-aged man with platinum-blonde half-length hair, gray sideburns, and a typical Gaul appearance, which made people worry about his future hairline.He was wearing a white suit, with a yellow rose in his side pocket, with a sad and sad expression.The moment he saw Nakahara Chuya, the man showed a confused and surprised expression, and soon he seemed to realize something, and opened the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to say hello: "Hello, Paul Verlaine, boy, what is your name?"

"...?"

The orange-haired boy's stature was made even smaller by him, but the other party was very polite, and more importantly - their facial features were almost exactly the same.Looking at this person, Ango Sakaguchi seemed to see Chuya Nakahara 30 years later in a daze.

"Don't be so nervous, boy, don't you think this is God's will? Let us meet in this place that no one can imagine."

He took the initiative to stretch out his palm and spread it out, and Chuya hesitated to take it out of his trouser pocket and briefly shook it with him: "Hello, Zhongya Zhongyuan."

"You speak French really well." The stewardess had already urged her several times, and he finally moved away from blocking the passage: "This is the first time for me to go to Tokyo, how about you?"

This Mr. Verlaine completely ignored Ango Sakaguchi who was sitting next to Nakahara Nakaya in a daze, as if the boy was surrounded by air.

Before the plane took off, everyone had to sit in their seats and fasten their seat belts. Taking this opportunity, Ango Sakaguchi took out a pen from his pocket and wrote a few lines in a hurry and handed them to the orange-haired boy——Paul Verlaine, Attil Rimbaud's relatives and friends, also his former partner, are also intelligence agents of the European Bureau of Ability.

As soon as Rimbaud was mentioned, that is, "Mr. Lan Tang", both of them felt heavy in their hearts.Zhong also thought of the inextricable connection between himself and Rimbaud, as well as the encouragement given to him by the other party before his "dying", and he didn't know what to do when facing the person who had betrayed Rimbaud.

The facial features with such a high degree of similarity have exceeded the limit of race, and he is a fool if he has no idea.

As for Ango Sakaguchi... It's just that his mouth is sour, and he is extra vigilant about Verlaine's actions.

He is an excellent intelligence officer himself, and he naturally understands that the last thing he likes to do in this line of work is wandering around outside when there is nothing to do.

The "Geneva Convention" stipulates the immunity of diplomatic personnel, and also lists the protection of the personal rights of prisoners of war. Only intelligence personnel are not protected, and no one will pay for them if they lose their lives in an accident. It is pure death. It's useless to die.If they don't have a mission, they can live better than the world's craziest dead house, and it is impossible for them to wander around so far away from Europe.

In particular, this Mr. Verlaine looks like a devout Christian, is he really not uncomfortable being alone in a country full of prostitutes?

Vigilance rises step by step.

A man with a sweetheart can live without dying, but he still doesn't want to die.

It's a pity that the plane has already taken off, otherwise he will definitely try his best to change the ticket.

As soon as he was able to use his mobile phone, he sent a message to Fubuki Yada asking her to prepare mentally for meeting bad guests in Yokohama. His heart was sour, and his jealousy was jealous. He was absolutely clear about the priorities.

The person on the other side replied quickly, asking him to pretend he didn't see Verlaine, don't take the initiative to talk to get information, and don't try to use supernatural powers on the other party, everything is safe.It's another matter when they land on the ground in Yokohama.

Seeing the reply, Ango Sakaguchi closed his phone, closed his eyes, covered himself with a blanket, and lay down on the backrest to sleep.Zhong Yuanzhong, who didn't want to dismantle the plane, also followed suit, hugging the blanket tightly and closing his eyes tightly.Verlaine turned around several times and wanted to start a conversation with him, but it was difficult to open his mouth when the other party showed such a refusal attitude, so he could only turn back and wait for the opportunity dully.

——If he can win over this young man, he is 80.00% sure to get rid of his former partner who is chasing after him.

Tsk, I really didn't expect that Rimbaud didn't die in the explosion many years ago.When the old friend met for the first time, he still had the illusion that the two could settle their suspicions. However, after taking a subspace bullet head-on, he knew that Rimbaud's fierce and decisive character was probably going to die.

Seeing that the young man is still wearing Rimbaud's old hat, he doesn't know what his personality is. It would be nice if he was the same as his partner.

It's easier to cheat.

Everyone had their own ghosts, and the plane landed at Haneda Airport smoothly after more than ten hours.As soon as the shuttle bus stopped, the business duo could see Guangjin Liulang leading two rows of people to block the airport exit from a distance.This kind of formation is usually used for leaders to travel, but when someone in the organization makes important contributions, the boss will also order to deliberately increase the treatment of that member.

Such a cool pomp is one of them.

"Mr. Nakahara, Mr. Sakaguchi, hard work. Boss is waiting for you at the headquarters."

Guangjin Liulang has clearly seen the changes in PortMafia over the past few years. He also agrees that the leader retreated behind the scenes because of the "death of the son of Harada Senator".

A row of black suits in the back bowed at ninety degrees, their voices were loud and their actions were in unison, which attracted passers-by to stop and watch.Seeing this situation, Verlaine, who wanted to take the opportunity to talk to him, knew that it was inconvenient, so he turned around and merged into the sea of ​​people. Soon there were members of PortMafia personally handed down by Dazai who were in charge of monitoring and following them from afar.

After everyone got in the car and sat still, Guangjin Liulang stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the airport expressway: "Boss and Ms. Chuuxue miss you almost every day during this trip."

True concern and false concern, anyway, there must be this sentence.

Ango Sakaguchi and Nakahara Nakahara also thanked him for coming to pick up the plane, and they probably said some innocuous social rhetoric, such as strange appearance, before the topic turned to the uninvited guest who stared at them along the way.

"Phew...he's gone, what does Sister Chuuxue say? Do you want to find a place to solve it?"

Nakahara also took a deep breath and let it out, and Ango Sakaguchi next to him tried hard to hold back the corners of his mouth: "She said don't worry about it, this person has other arrangements, and she wants us to go back quickly and have sukiyaki. "

"Oh!" The boy immediately cheered up: "I just happened to be a little hungry, so it's nice to have something delicious when I get home."

It's just a mere sukiyaki pot, so why should it be so embarrassing? The cadre of PortMafia is not living in such a miserable life, what makes him happy is the warmth and care like a family.