Social animals don't deserve love

"Sorry, ma'am. We don't wish to be savage to a lady if we can."

The tall and burly white-haired officer looked down at the girl sitting across from him.

Changing from her previous weak and helpless posture, she is now sitting leisurely on a pile of barely paved textiles like a queen waiting to be crowned.

"Fortunately, I have a higher tolerance for collaborators with a higher degree of cooperation." Fubuki Yata spread out his hands and summoned the "book". The white and soft paper pages were bent and stretched like a bird's wings.

The girl raised her eyes and looked at Gide, the leader of iic: "I respect your beliefs and pursuits. Let me ask you one last time. Are you sure they have not changed?"

"The pursuit of the battlefield is the destiny of a soldier, miss, thank you for your fulfillment." The man bent down and bowed, and when he got up again, he could see the light flickering in his eyes: "At the end, I can fight with Verlaine, the messenger of the storm, and Mr. Zhongyuan, the master of gravity. , we have no regrets."

There were five gray robes standing behind him, the silence and solemnity were mixed with the relief that they were about to reach the end: "Thank you."

She clasped her hands together to put away the book, got up from the coarse woven cloth that wrapped the goods, and approached Gide: "Since this is the case, I will no longer be obnoxious and talkative. Gentlemen, please allow me to say goodbye to you in advance ,Bon Voyage."

He lowered his head and bent down to touch the girl's pale fingertips when she reached out to say goodbye: "You are the most beautiful pagan I have ever seen, miss."

"Goodbye."

Everything after that went perfectly as planned.

Verlaine, who was hunted down by Rimbaud, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who came to fight, broke into this dense forest almost at the same time. There was no need for greetings. Gide held his gun tightly, like a soldier yearning for the battlefield.

The battle was kicked off by flying branches, stones, and clods. The Supernatural Secret Service and other observers watched from afar. For a while, almost all the forces in Yokohama focused on the abandoned mansion hidden in the dense forest.

The trembling of the earth and the howling of the storm were separated by a pale golden barrier, and people looked at the almost flattened forest as if they were standing on a cliff overlooking hell.It was a "monster" level battle. The god glared at the ghost, roaring and roaring, soft and white in the black light looming.

Everyone kept guessing who would be the final winner. It seemed that Yada Fubuki, who was an ordinary person, was probably dead. The fingers on the call button were ready, and all the violent and tumbling forces seemed to be covered by a cover. A layer of light and soft quilt was pressed down by one's own strength.Just like the rational light belonging to human beings in the endless night expelled barbarism and ignorance, the white light that was flickering and flickering but never extinguished broke free from the restraint and illuminated the entire desolate forest. The girl sitting on the treetop spread her knees. This literature book.

The white gold-stamped binding is simple and elegant, and the words that condense thoughts pour down from the pages of the book, condensing into a rippling sea on the ground.

As a powerful prop that endows Yokohama with special gravity, the "book" has a considerable influence on people with supernatural powers.No longer "copying" other people's abilities, purely from the writer's point of view, the girl has become a special existence that breaks the deadlock.

Except for her, two of the people in the scuffle fell to the ground, and the others standing were all disheveled and wounded—Gide, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Nakahara Chuya, any one of these four would be Those who can bulldoze Yokohama to the ground are definitely lucky if they fight together and don't blow up this forest to the sky.

All in all, in the eyes of everyone, PortMafia has turned around, and it has bulldozed the guy who didn't give him face.And its new leader, Yada Fubuki, turned out to be an unknown type of "supernatural power user". The effect of the supernatural power is unknown, and visual inspection is related to control...

The person who really knew Xin Mi was beating his chest and feet—the first time he saw the "book" from the surveillance, Tan Tian Shantouhuo couldn't help covering his face with his fan and whispering inwardly.Mori Ogai is not a thing, he abducted the "book" and brought it crookedly!

No wonder Yada Fubuki was raised by him as his heir when he was neither age nor gender dominant. The new leader of PortMafia is himself a key protection target of the government. What else can the Supernatural Secret Service do with them?

If the holder of the "book" cannot obtain a business license for abilities and is not included in the dialogue system, this certificate will have no meaning.

"Let people go down to prepare for the second negotiation. I hope the new leader of PortMafia can be more talkative, as long as she is better than her predecessor." Even if he jumped out of the job, he must not be expelled from the door wall according to the previous decision.

He is the only one who can help pass the message between the Special Agents Section and PortMafia.

The "Sakaguchi Ango Surveillance Application" handed in by the subordinates at hand also had to be thrown into the shredder before it was leaked. Things like "principles" can be amended depending on the situation.

"Notify the monitoring personnel to withdraw to avoid conflicts." Favor and face are not used to catch idiots. If you really missed and were captured by PortMafia because of negligence... just resign and go to sea!

"It's a pity!" The farming chief wiped his scalp vigorously.

"Sister Fuxue, the people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division who came to monitor have withdrawn."

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up a lower branch and stood on it, raised his chin and motioned in the direction of Mr. Rimbaud: "That..."

That should be Brother Lantang, right?Aren't people dead? !

The girl smiled and looked sideways at the orange-haired boy and squeezed his eyes: I will explain this to you later!

Central Plains Chuya:?

Central Plains Chuya:!

I understand!

Yada Fubuki: "..."

What do you know?Forget it, let's talk about this later.

"Oh, then, we should go too. Mr. Rimbaud..." She closed the "book", the dim light went out, and the jungle returned to the darkness. "Welcome to PortMafia, and look forward to your future performance."

In the end, you will all come back to me again, and none of you will leave.

"My honor, Miss Leader." The long-haired man gave an exaggerated court salute, stuffed the three corpses into the subspace and took them away.

Of course there are three: Gide, Verlaine, and Mr. Mori who has been cold for a long time.

Regarding the same incident, the new leader purged all those who opposed him internally, deterred the surroundings externally, avenged his ancestors and at the same time picked up a "cadre who accidentally broke into the battlefield", forcing the special agent department to reconsider the content of the negotiation , It can be said that he used his adoptive father clearly and clearly.

The pot is Mr. Mori's, that's all.

Finally getting rid of the borrowed "extraordinary ability", Yada Fubuki only felt relaxed.It is not a small burden for her to not get involved in the battle, but only to "keep fresh", and turn off the power output to the minimum.

It's a pity that this relaxation didn't last long. When the three of them walked out of the dense forest and came to the convoy, Ango Sakaguchi was waiting beside the car with no expression on his face.

"what……"

The girl blinked, pretending that she wasn't guilty at all.

Osamu Dazai gestured at her from a distance away from the station, which meant that the PortMafia cafeteria was short of vinegar today.

"Boss, please get in the car."

Guangjin Liulang brought the black lizard to stand by here. Of course, he also saw the scene where the white light suppressed gravity and the storm, and his acceptance of the new leader reached a new high.The complete allegiance of the black lizard also indicates that the change of the leader of PortMafia has been completely settled, and Mr. Mori can finally lie comfortably in the coffin and get the final peace.

All the way back to the port, Yada Fubuki was not in a hurry to show his power, and first ordered Rimbaud to arrange the three corpses brought back.Of course, the ancestors had to lie down in the mourning hall to be admired by others. Gide was handed over to Hongye to be burned to ashes, and Verlaine was taken away by Rimbaud and Chuya Nakahara. Blueprint", barely regarded as the elder brother.

Those old things that are sealed in the archives should always be told by those who know the truth to those who should know it.

"Please ask the best and most expensive monk to read scriptures for Uncle Mori. He will stop for three days, and the fourth day..." The girl said before she had time to change into mourning clothes: "The ashes were scattered in Tokyo Bay, so that his old man could be with him. The beloved Yokohama is together and will never be separated."

No one had any objection to this decision. After the specific events were arranged, everyone left with the task, and only Ango Sakaguchi stayed at the end.

"..." The young man held back for a long time, and only uttered one sentence: "Are you injured?"

The girl blinked her big eyes pitifully: "No, but I'm very scared. I'm afraid I won't be able to see you if I come back."

"...Are you hungry?"

No matter how angry she was, she immediately dissipated after being looked at by her pouted lips, and turned to worry about other things.

I'm really worthless, Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help but disgusted himself over and over again in his heart.

Finding that he had successfully passed the test, Fubuki Yada threw himself on the sofa while there was no one in the office: "I'm so tired, I need to sleep for a while..."

Tired is really tired, she can hardly keep her eyes open after letting go.

"Go to sleep, I'll cook something for you. By the way, when do you plan to hold the cadre meeting?" He took out a thin quilt and covered her, and the girl who was about to be wrapped in a cocoon twisted and smacked her lips to give the answer : "Just... the day Uncle Sen turned into Qianfeng, the farewell ceremony in the morning and the meeting in the afternoon."

"Understood, let's arrange it now. Then, that long-haired man..." Although he will be laughed at, this kind of question is simply unbearable!

Yada Fubuki did not evade: "Mr. Rimbaud, the fifth cadre, that is, Mr. Rantang in the past."

"Oh." He replied dryly, turned his head and walked out, not wanting to be held by the hem of his suit jacket with a small hand: "He is just a cadre, and you are the direct subordinate."

"Ah, ah!"

The young man red-cooked the mature shrimp at a speed visible to the naked eye, stumbling towards the door with hands and feet: "I, let me see what ingredients are there."

"Thank you."

When he opened the wooden door of the office, he heard a whisper of thanks from behind, and the corner of his mouth couldn't stop rising: "You're welcome."