[Bungo Stray Dogs] Snus

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For the unsatisfactory chapters, I will revise them after I think about how to write them better

At the moment, the streets of Yokohama are in chaos. It’s not too chaotic. It’s just that the drivers stopped before the green light, stretched their necks out of the car windows to look at the sky, or got out of the car and chased after the car with their heads up. machine shadow.

There were also two young men with dyed red hair on motorcycles, who for some reason blew hooligan whistles at the helicopter that was about to be on the same level as the tall buildings on the street.

The one at the back was still muttering, 'Is there someone hanging up there? '.

And the traffic police who appeared on the street due to the riot had to maintain the traffic, gritted their teeth and secretly hated the plane that was disappearing along the road.

Steinbeck controlled the vines to pull his body up, and the helicopter shook slightly due to its weight.

The red-haired girl wearing a delicate foreign dress frowned in disgust. On her lap was a lady's handbag with patterns outlined, which looked expensive.

"John, you have to pay attention to the occasion." The middle-aged man beside her had a serious face, looking at the employee hired by the boss with contempt, as if looking at a countryman.

Steinbeck sat down in the empty space, and the vine that appeared on the palm of his right hand also crawled towards the inside of the plane. It seemed to be consciously hooking the door of the plane. If it wasn't for the good skills of the pilots, they probably would have had close contact with the ground.

He ignored the middle-aged man, the countryman and the senior secretary had nothing to talk about, he plucked a bunch of grapes from the vine, and sighed softly. "It's really saved. Fortunately, I just saw you. Otherwise, I would have been chased by them for a long time. It would be great if the police in my hometown were so dedicated."

The young American guy said so in a relaxed tone.

"We didn't expect that you would be arrested as soon as you landed." The red-haired Montgomery pouted.

Her conspicuous long hair was braided into a ponytail and hung on one shoulder, and she looked a bit young due to the slightly cumbersome clothes on her body, but her eyes and tone of voice did not match her appearance. Poisonous temperament.

But this did not hinder Steinbeck's good mood. When he saw this colleague, he couldn't help but think of his sister in his hometown. They looked the same age, but his sister was more lively.

But he didn't feel ashamed at all about being caught. "The enemy is too powerful." He turned to look at the people around him. "I didn't see Lovecraft in the prison over there, he should be in another place, but I think he might still be in the place where the fight happened, if Lovecraft was in In urban areas, one can imagine how serious the consequences will be."

Post-war debriefing was his job.

Fitzgerald is very satisfied with such an employee. He feels that he can save a lot of things, but obviously the result of the first battle in Yokohama made the young and confident boss very dissatisfied.

"I will send someone to look for it, but humans and tigers are not our ultimate goal."

Steinbeck didn't speak anymore, he just stuffed the grapes into his mouth, and he didn't take back the power, he seemed to like this plant very much.

The senior secretary was a little annoyed at the fruits dangling in front of her eyes, but Montgomery stared at these cuties leisurely. In her childhood, such things were difficult to eat.

The plane stopped somewhere. It had already passed the street that had been attacked before. Fitzgerald was like an entrepreneur who came to inspect his property. How is the job.

It looked very good, and he thought that maybe he should give some rewards. It's a pity that the temporary workers have been exposed to some things that they can't touch, and they have been wiped out.

He who came here today is just a foreign businessman who came to invest in this small place in the Far East.

He stepped off the plane, giving a shabby assessment of the place without a tarmac, but was soon relieved and a little eager to try.

Montgomery didn't understand what her boss was thinking at all. She was carrying the bag that didn't match her temperament, and she glanced at the person with her head sticking out of the building. Her slightly critical gaze seemed to be picking products on the shelf.

Not knowing what she saw, the corner of the lady's mouth curled up slightly.

Steinbeck is still on the plane, and he has no interest in the work that will appear next, just want to fill his stomach.

However, his eyes still glanced at the building in front of him. It was a hotel that didn’t look very good. It seemed that the buildings here were generally very low. He looked back and began to think about whether to look for it later My good colleague.

Inside the building, Fitzgerald walked into the reception room under very unwelcome and vigilant eyes.

After closing the door with Yosano Akiko, Kunikida Doppo was standing behind Fukuzawa Yukichi, and Edogawa Ranpo was sitting in front of the window and counting the bubbles in the soda bottle. He seemed completely uninterested in everything around him.

"Hi, I'm Fitzgerald, I belong to a group called Guild in the United States, and I'm the president of Fukuda."

"Fukuzawa—"

"Well, well, I might not get used to Japanese names for a while."

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the frivolous young man in front of him, but his brothers and feet were full of pride. He was too lazy to beat around the bush, and a wave of anger was brewing in his heart. "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Even the tea was not served, which shows the attitude towards it.

Fitzgerald wasn't bothered either. For him, being able to talk meant starting a business.

He took out his business card and pushed it over. "I think I need to introduce myself, Fukuhara-"

"It's Fukuzawa. I heard that you hired an overseas armed group to attack the detective agency, right?" Fukuzawa cut off his words, feeling that he and this young man didn't have much to discuss together.

It's just that the person in front of him was smiling brightly, and this rumor, which was enough to quiet the scene, didn't disturb his rhythm. "It was really a bad decision."

Leaning on the sofa, he shook his head disapprovingly. "I thought the quality of their work and their evaluation were not equal."

He snapped his fingers and changed his voice. "Therefore, as an apology, I have brought in a business that would satisfy a detective agency."

The senior secretary stepped forward and put the suitcase on the coffee table. He lowered his eyelids, opened the seal of the box, and turned around.

"I'm sorry about the detective agency. It will be troublesome to rebuild after I think about it, but it doesn't matter. I decided to buy this company."

Inside the suitcase is a neat yard of cash, which is US dollars!

Fukuzawa Yukichi suppressed the anger in his heart, his eyes were like two knives, stabbing fiercely at this foreign youth who looked like no one else.

"Actually, I'm not interested in the company here. It's far less comfortable here than in New York. President Futeng, you know, what I want—"

"Yes." He raised the corner of his lips. "It's the opening license for supernatural powers. The Supernatural Secret Service Division is a non-existent institution. It's like their heads are filled with stones. In order to find things in this city, I have to find another way."

"Including hurting people?"

"There will always be some small frictions in the process of business." He said indifferently.

"I reject!"

"Well, then at least I will make amends." He took off his wristwatch and tried to introduce him, but the head of the detective agency, who had always been hostile to him, did not give him this chance.

The frivolous smile gradually faded, and Fitzgerald's nerves were aroused by the other party's words. The deal was over, and he certainly wouldn't let go of any provocative words that we would wait and see.

It just made him regret that Alcott had prepared such a good plan. Although it was only one of the piles of ABCDs, it was obvious that this plan would bring more people to a good ending.

"Ah, by the way, it seems that the human tiger is not here." Before going out, he didn't find any trace of his prey.

But unfortunately, no one here will tell him.

Kunikida glared at the back of the other party, Miyazawa Kenji patted him on the back lightly, and then walked out the door, this boy obviously didn't have any other thoughts.

Oda, who stood aside and remained silent all this time, couldn't help but frowned. He glanced at the others and followed them out.

After closing the door with Xie Ye, the sound of thumping sounded again. She frowned and opened it. It was the son of the boss who provided this temporary base. The seven or eight-year-old child held a letter timidly.

"The uncle just told you." He sniffed.

Yoshino patted his head, smiled softly, and then took the letter. After closing the door, his expression changed, and he quickly walked to the sofa and handed it to Fukuzawa.

"President."

Luan Bu suddenly said, he didn't know when he stood up, looked out the window, and the person walking towards the helicopter was waving.

Montgomery wore that somewhat rustic straw hat, asked the people around him, and then couldn't help curling his mouth, and threw it on the ground casually.

Fuze opened the letter, his gaze couldn't help but condense, and he said coldly.

"This is a declaration of war!"

There are nests all over the city, and they can be dangerous or safe.

And in this black corridor like a mouse's nest, there was a humming sound echoing, the jumping rhythm, and the footsteps that seemed to be turning on the ground all made the humming sound inexplicably too lively.

The outstretched slender arms tore off the mask on the face, like the kind of bubble candy that children often eat, and also like the leather surface of a person who was pulled up. The somewhat familiar mask was casually removed. Drop it on the ground.

The slightly raised corner of his mouth was a very happy smile, and the most beautiful emotions in the world seemed to be rippling in his crooked eyes, and he pulled off the suit that made him uncomfortable.

He wandered through this place that snakes and rats love, until a door opened with the palm of his hand.

Lights are turned on in this dark space.

He walked inside again, and there was another door. Behind the door was a young man squatting on a chair. A black and white chess board was placed in front of him. As the delicately carved chess pieces moved with his fingers, the situation on the chess board immediately changed. There has been a change.

"Hey, this kind of work as a magician is really not suitable for me. Although I don't hate it, the work of clowns also includes such skills to some extent. It makes me happy to see the expressions of those guys." He fell down on the sofa Go up, and throw away the tie in your hand casually.

"Thank you." The young man squatting on the chair greeted.

He turned over on the sofa, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the packing box on the coffee table. "Tuosi, I really hope you can say something else, such as 'you are finally back, my favorite Gogol' or something like that, it really makes me less passionate after working so hard."

He jumped up from the sofa again, ripped the pinned hair at the back of his head, as if by magic, the suit quickly turned into another suit with a cloak. "Did Sigma say something?"

An arm appears out of thin air on the right side of the box.

The chair in front of the chessboard was turned around, black hair covered a pale face, Dostoevsky was still wearing the local characteristic wool cap, and he folded his hands on his knees. "Acquired news of 'page'."

He tilted his head slightly, his black hair was hanging down from his ears again, and there was a pure white childlike smile on that face, but in the eyes of the clown, he felt that it was especially illusory.

The white top hat seemed to appear out of nowhere, and the clown put a mask with a diamond pattern on his right eye and bowed deeply, as if thanking the audience. "I don't mind performing another magic show for you, Tosi."

Dostoevsky shook his head slightly. "Gogol, our actions are all under his control."

"So, Dosi, are you thinking that my decision at this moment is not my own will?"

The black chess piece is being played in the hand.

"The chariot is moving, I don't know which King will survive to the end."

The chess pieces landed on the chessboard abruptly.

clatter--

The brass-colored bullet hit the table, and the person holding the phone said so angrily. "I didn't expect 'Silver' to be in your hands. Well, the Mafia can help you find this person with supernatural powers." His eyes pierced the person sitting opposite him like a knife.

After hanging up the phone, Chuu couldn't help muttering. "What a bunch of troublesome guys."

"Ch—y—, I already know that you are looking at me, even if you glance over here with hot eyes, I still want to tell you that I just want to enjoy the beauty of suicide with beautiful women. Speaking of these documents, It's really good. I thought that the brainless slug must be annoyed to death, but it was handled so perfectly. Well, I can see that this must be Mr. Mori's legacy. Really, I knew that person would count as dead It will definitely not be so peaceful. But the black hand is developing according to his original plan, which is really annoyed."

Chattering endlessly, the person who opened his mouth suddenly stood up, speaking excitedly. "Chuya, I came up with a good idea. Let's destroy the port. Then Mr. Mori will vomit blood from anger. Maybe he can jump out of the cemetery with a bang!"

"In this way, we don't need to work overtime, and what is this offshore control right, I don't understand at all. Whose idiot has such a big appetite." The document was thrown down. "Zhongye, let's do it this way, throw away this control right, this is a hot potato, yes, just give it to the secret service department, let them bite the dog, and they ask us to do things by the way, and we will sit on the ground and raise the price. Then The group of guys must not have the energy to manage the Sea of ​​Japan, so we can also get a high custody fee and cause trouble for them by the way."

There was a bang, the sound of hands clapping on the table.

"Zhong-ye-" A disgusting face approached him. "Are you listening to me? Could it be that you worked overtime until your brain cells failed, and entered Alzheimer's early?"

A hand covered that face fiercely, pushing away from himself. "Just perfunctory for that kind of work." He was still muttering some bad ideas in his mouth.

It's like pouring out the bad water in my stomach.

Zhong also felt that the corner of his mouth was twitching, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and Dazai, who was wrestling with his palm, suddenly lay down on the table. If this place was flat, he would definitely eat mud.

Seeing this scene, Nakajima felt that his expression was gradually distorted. Why did he feel that Mr. Dazai had something wrong when he woke up?

"Although I don't know where the virus-type superhuman is, there is no guarantee that he won't attack us." Zhong also felt that his channel could never be connected with Dazai, so he ignored the other party's proposal just now.

Koyo Ozaki has another mission, and Nakajima is temporarily here as a guard. As for who will guard who, it is not certain, but this young man who has been outside for a while seems to have some changes.

"Is that the person with the supernatural ability targeting Akutagawa?" Nakajima would actually ask on this occasion.

Dazai turned his head to look over, obviously a little unhappy, he sat on the swivel chair again.

"It should be. The information from the Secret Service Division is that both Taneda and Akutagawa have become the bait of that kind of supernatural ability. The next thing is to see if we can successfully kill one side first, or find the supernatural power user in advance. The Secret Service and the Detective Agency have changed. Became the opposite." Naka also didn't finish his sentence, Nakajima had already realized the seriousness of the matter.

His breathing became a little rapid.

Dazai leaned against the back of the chair. "Perhaps the detective agency and the Secret Service were not originally intended to be opposites."

Zhong also looked at him, then nodded. "If you really want to do this, it is best to let the detective agency stand on the opposite side of the whole society, which is the most successful."

"Wow, Chuya—did you take some medicine to supplement IQ behind my back? Could it be that you were transformed by aliens!"

A bullet flew past, Dazai grabbed it and at the same time the supernatural power was still working, but the palm still hurt a little.

"If it wasn't Guild's plan, there would have been other people following you that night." These words were addressed to Nakajima.

"I didn't notice."

Moon Beast's senses are keen, but he did not deny this sentence.

"If I were the person behind the scenes, I would definitely attack Nakaya. It would be best for the detective agency to fight the port, so as to reduce the force in Yokohama. Although the Secret Service Division has a long history and involves many aspects, but in terms of combat they It's just to use or contain. Moreover, we all have cards that will not be sanctioned even if we make a move."

"Permit for opening a business with special abilities?"

Dazai smiled. "It seems that Mr. Mori's legacy has been playing a huge role. Compared with cooperating with the Mafia, it is the most cost-effective for Guild to negotiate business with the detective agency. If the detective agency and the port are opposed, it is also very suitable for their needs."

Zhong didn't speak, just fiddled with the bullets.

"However, as long as Chuya uses the supernatural power, he will be in a state where his whole body and even the surrounding area will be covered by heavy particles. Any close-up attack will be detected in advance, and then he will fight back without hesitation."

Listening to Dazai's words, Nakajima couldn't help thinking of the projectile that the sniper shot back that night and was immediately returned. He couldn't help looking at the leader. Although the opponent was casual, there was no gap in his body to penetrate.

"It's just." Dazai put his hands in front of his chest, and a nasty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "If it were me, this ability called co-phagia would be placed on Nakajima-kun."

"what?"

Nakajima couldn't help being stunned, and took a step back unconsciously.

Nakaya rolled his eyes at Dazai, and he already had an idea in his mind, but he vaguely felt that what Dazai said was right. The team captured Nakajima that day, and Akutagawa, who also responded to the enemy, was left where he was. If he wanted to attack Nakajima, he might be there Showing up in front of the group members, if this is the case, it can't be counted as being behind the scenes.

And according to Fitzgerald's intelligence analysis from the investigation, this entrepreneur from North America doesn't seem to let other people meddle in his affairs.

If the reward Nakajima is the same purpose of the three organizations, then it is even more impossible to cooperate, the most likely is to use the combination to find things, or have other plans.

Zhong also sounded the alarm in his heart, he must always be careful when going out, he couldn't help but look at Dazai who was playing with the bullet.

"Nakajima, you take Kajii to snipe Guild's cargo ship at sea."

Nakajima hesitated, but said yes in a low voice. The footsteps sounded in the office, and then gradually disappeared. Dazai glanced at the door of the office. "Are you really going to use someone who deviates from the port? Zhong—also—"

He looked serious, and looked much more gloomy than before. When he was in his teens, it was more common for the other party to look like this.

But looking at it now, it always makes him feel a little subtle.

"It's his own choice." Nakaya didn't feel much about Nakajima's return, the subordinate's thoughts were written all over his face.

And in this chaotic situation, it is even more impossible for him to let the 'evidence' against the port leak to the outside.Chang Tian's injury made him feel that there might be problems with "whitewashing".

Dazai shrugged his shoulders, curling his lips in distaste. "Such a gentle Chuya, but he can't be the leader of the port mafia~"

Hearing this, Zhong also couldn't help snorting softly. "Even if it's not good, it's still my port."

Dazai was slightly taken aback, but this change was quickly covered up, his mouth squirmed silently a few times, but he didn't know what he was muttering, and then he stuffed the bullet into his pocket, and flipped through the pile of documents again.

Humph.

Even if it is a bone in an egg, I will pick it out, just one of them, but it is also...