[Bungo Stray Dogs] Snus

Even someone as confident as Fitzgerald had to admit that he had underestimated this tiny person with supernatural abilities, especially when he learned that two freighters had been sunk into the sea.

What's even more exasperating is that this news did not come from any of his subordinates, nor was he an assister, but the chief culprit that caused the sinking of the freighter.

He immediately decided to call his collaborators. Although the group was an organization of superhumans, he was never the kind of person who would get involved in illegal things in essence.

If he didn't have the purpose of obtaining the 'book', he would never have gotten into this muddy water.

He still used the idea of ​​a businessman, just like when he first came to this land, he immediately negotiated a business with the Supernatural Secret Service, and then found a detective agency.

Ah.

Now that I think about it, that's a ridiculous idea.

These two organizations were like stinking stones in a latrine, and they rejected them without any hesitation, especially the latter. To him, those remarks were simply ironic.

"I can't do anything right now."

Such a reply came from the dialed phone, and the officials who had already received his 'investment' pleaded with pleading voices. "If I help you again, I will be the next to die!"

Then came the beeping blind tone.

Some things will always happen quietly, and among them there is no talented person who can control everything in the first place.

The planner with the most outstanding IQ in their organization took out the nearest Yokohama daily newspaper, and the top one was the company he bought, and the company's building disappeared overnight.

But he couldn't feel the slightest joy about this little trick, and he didn't want to show his strength to this group of foreigners who didn't know how to flatter them.

Of course, he didn't ask Poe what he meant by giving him the newspaper, he just flipped through the pages, and finally he threw the newspaper on the table.

Getting pissed off and walking back and forth, like he 'bought' the buildings to prove to the detective agency that he was capable of making them disappear.

And the other party seemed to be telling him, 'I have the ability to let you die in this city'.

The officials who discussed business with him, even if they did not discuss business, still had contact with the United States, after being scandalized by the newspapers one by one, held a press conference to apologize.

Some even committed suicide at home.

This method is also the same as those things that their country has done.

The threat has been there since the beginning.

He originally thought that he could use the government's means to curb the Mafia from intervening in their struggles. Obviously, the opponent, a local snake, would not stop there.

It's like tarsal maggots now, if they can't solve it, their future plans will not succeed.

"Lord Fitzgerald." Alcott pushed the door open and entered.

She was wearing a long knitted coat, a red skirt, a pair of round glasses on the bridge of her nose, her hair was a bit messy, and there were dark circles under her eyes that might not be removed in a short time.

She is the person who is best at intelligence analysis in this organization. Unlike Poe's speculation, the other party doubles the flow rate of her own inherent time to extract the information aggregate they need.

However, such supernatural powers also created an illusion of 'prophecy' for others.

"Alcott, what's the best way to respond right now?" Although Fitzgerald didn't pay much attention to the other party's views, he was in a passive state at the moment, so he still wanted to ask.

When faced with difficulties, he needs people around him to be able to put forward their own opinions. Even if he has tens of billions of assets, he still needs to be worth the money.

Edgar Allan Poe was sitting on a chair teasing his raccoon Carl, and Alcott glanced at him. They all knew Fitzgerald's temperament.

But the head planner doesn't care about being there, or even what's going on in the group right now.

Fitzgerald was nothing more than a partner to him, and there was no conflict with his purpose in coming to this city.

So, the relationship between them is still good.

Alcott pushed her glasses, she has several most annoying things, cities, differences, human beings, all three appeared in this 'analysis'.

"You should come to the appointment."

The boss of this combination watched the analyst quietly, and Alcott couldn't help lowering his head because of the almost cold gaze, making her feel a little uneasy.

From the bottom of her heart, she both liked and admired the leader, but she was inevitably nervous when facing the other party's gaze, and such a coping method was the most unsuitable for the other party.

But Fitzgerald stood up, rolled his hands down his gray suit, and straightened his tie. He was a respectable and proud businessman, and that never changed.

"Well, Alcott, I trust your judgment.

The meeting place was set to be in the neutral area of ​​the Yokohama Underworld, where there was a restaurant.

When Fukuzawa Yukichi set foot in this area, his heart was very complicated. He could still remember that there used to be a small medical clinic nearby.

The unscrupulous doctors who are always talking about when they can take a rest are always tireless and very quick to arrange treatment for any patient who comes.

Standing behind Fukuzawa, Ranpo Edogawa also looked at the neighborhood. He never had any memories of the past, but Satoshi's wisdom was able to remember most things about the president.

Speaking of which, he has also been to this neutral zone. There is an annoying but smart intelligence dealer who can always argue with the president whenever he meets him.

That was the last time. On the roof of the hospital, he pushed Xie Ye away. The two adults fought in a boring and boring fight, and they were not children. That's what he thought at that time.

It's a pity that the person is no longer there.

The city is so ruthless sometimes.

Although it is a neutral zone, there are some people who seem to have appeared on the wanted notice among the people passing by. Their eyes are like the pupils of a poisonous snake, full of peeping and insidiousness.

Edogawa turned a blind eye to them, but when he stepped into the door of the restaurant where he was going to make an appointment, the four wheels slid across the ground with a screeching sound. The appearance of the group was still annoying, as if high profile was their essence.

"Meet you again, Mr. Fukuda." Fitzgerald pushed open the car door. He looked more ostentatious than when we met for the first time, but there were two different people brought with him.

Alcott pinched the hem of his clothes nervously, his social phobia remained unchanged after joining the group.

Edgar Allan Poe raised his head, but his long bangs had blocked his sight, and the clumsy raccoon was crawling on his shoulder.

The small black eyes make people feel cute.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't respond, he stepped into the restaurant and responded with interest to the businessman from North America. "Yo, Mr. 5000 million."

The other party took out 5000 million U.S. dollars at the beginning, and he was too lazy to call his name, but he always liked it like this.

Ranbu didn't wait for the other party's response or make other reactions, and immediately followed in the footsteps of the president and stepped into the restaurant.

The restaurant is a Chinese restaurant, and the inside has been cleared. The detective agency behind it also knows that it is a gang from a foreign country. Many people call him 'Brother Zhang', but he has never shown his face so far.

After all, Yokohama is now considered to be the only port, but the neutral zone is the only place where no one will find fault. It is never the detective agency that knows this gang better, and they will not ask for trouble.

The service staff inside were all wearing distinctive cheongsams, but they dragged their guns out of their dresses without any scruples, to prove that this place was not a place to be messed with.

The people from the detective agency and the combination were led to the private room on the top floor, and the people from the two organizations entered the same elevator, and the air felt stagnant.

But fortunately, the time to stay in this space is not very long.

The decoration on the top floor is very different from the downstairs. The bottom floor is just an ordinary restaurant. Except for the various Chinese menus posted on the wall, the two big words of fried dumplings are the most eye-catching.

The rest are really similar to the restaurants on the street outside.

But upstairs is a wooden door that is different from the shoji door, and the hollow carvings are very exquisite.

The service staff who lead the way are also dressed in exquisite cheongsams, and the overly lifelike patterns slowly stretch on their bodies, as if they have blended into the atmosphere upstairs.

On the contrary, they are a bit out of place.

The service staff reached out and knocked on a door, and there was a sound from inside. When the door was pushed open, someone was puffing. I don't know what was knocking on the table, making a rattling sound.

"Chuya, you are going too far, why do you entrust this kind of thing to me, please give me your cards!"

"Touch yourself."

"Mr. Sakaguchi is really good at cards. Let's leave this card to Mr. Dazai."

"Hey, hey, I don't need any sympathy. If you want to bet, just bet something big. If I lose a game, I will let Chuuya take off a piece of clothing-it hurts, Chuuya, your feet may grow on mine. Ass up?"

All the cards on the table were pushed down, and Dazai even lay down on the mahjong table in a rogue manner, while one of the people sitting there stood up and walked towards the gate.

When he approached, Fitzgerald realized that it was a very gentle middle-aged man wearing glasses. The other party seemed to notice his gaze, so he smiled at him.

When he left, he also took the service staff who led the way out.

Sakaguchi pushed down his glasses and packed up all the cards. He didn't bring any of his subordinates in. Fitzgerald sat down at the rather small mahjong table, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Why is there such a thing on the top floor of the restaurant?

Fukuzawa Yukichi also frowned, and Ranpo was still looking around with interest. At this moment, the only one who didn't sit down here, but the one who should sit down most was Chuya.

He leaned his hands on the back of Dazai's chair who was full of resentment and muttered curse words, and smiled at the three visitors. "It's a pity that there was still a guest."

"Haven't caught it yet?" Sakaguchi frowned.

The rats of the dead house were far more troublesome in his eyes than the others, because they lived in the dark and lived up to their name.

There is an automatic shuffling machine inside this mahjong table, and soon a new mahjong is placed in front of each of them, looking at the face of their own boss, and holding back a smile behind them.

Fitzgerald also looked pale. When had he played with such a thing?

Why not chess?

Zhong also smoked the cigarette in his mouth, looking leisurely. "Only two mice were caught."

"Mr. Port, did you catch my employees by mistake during the mouse-hunting operation?" Fitzgerald interrupted the topic, and Ranbu was whispering something to his president.

Fuze's movements of drawing cards were a little stiff, and he looked obviously the kind of person who couldn't play and didn't want to play.

"Chuya——" With a drawn-out tone that made people feel hateful, Dazai raised his head and tried to fight back with the back of his head. "Are you using me as an ashtray?"

The tone is very dissatisfied.

Chuuya heard this and stood up a little. "Maybe it was caught by mistake."

Fitzgerald choked, and the other party bluntly admitted that he was a little embarrassed, and even the action of drawing cards was very heavy, Dazai cast him a glance, and his face became gloomy.

His unhappiness was childlike, even more positively fickle than the June weather.

Alcott, behind her boss, silently observed the human beings who caused differences in her 'analysis'.

"Then what do you want to be able to release them?"

Dazai stared at Sakaguchi on the opposite side with a faint gaze, and it was hard to ignore that gaze. Sakaguchi only felt that he was sweating all over his body, so he quickly took out a card and fed it to him.

"How about a business deal?"

Zhong also handed over the prepared documents from the tea table, and Fitzgerald reached out to take them, flipped them through, his face changed again and again, and took a deep breath again. "impossible."

Business?

It's completely a lion's mouth!

Almost half of the group's activity funds have to be allocated. It's really a small organization. This appetite is really big!

Don't be afraid of being overwhelmed and unable to digest!

"You can watch one more thing."

Nakaya stretched out his hand and patted it. A door inside the box was opened. Nakajima brought in two people, Hawthorne and Mitchell. Alcott looked a little nervous, and she felt her palms were sweating.

Compared to her leader and other members of the detective agency, she is just the most ordinary woman.

If it weren't for the supernatural power, she wouldn't even be qualified to stand here.

Fitzgerald stared at the foreign youth with a pair of sharp eyes, Chuya bent down, took out one of Dazai's cards, and threw it away.

"Do you know that mahjong is similar to bullets?" He grabbed the tiles, and Dazai couldn't help sighing, thinking he could bear it for a while.

But even if he likes Zhong, he is so straightforward. Sometimes he goes too much according to other people's wishes, which is not very fun.

They are not passive, nor are they weak little things that allow others to wreak havoc here.

"Boss, you don't need to do anything next." He stood up, curling his lips in dissatisfaction. "Chuya, you are too bad, I was about to play cards just now."

He reached out to take off the gun behind his waist and opened the safety.

With such an action, everyone present immediately understood what he was going to do. Fitzgerald wanted to stand up, but at this very second, he felt some invisible force pressing hard on his shoulders.

Gravity descends in vain.

Zhongya clicked his tongue, and saw dark marks appear on the cheeks of this excellent businessman. Fitzgerald's assets at this moment began to be constantly used in the world of gravity.

He is trying to contend against this world and resist this gravity.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Edogawa Ranpo's pupils couldn't help constricting, and the woman in a foreign dress fell into Hawthorne's arms, and large blood plum blossoms bloomed on the fluffy foreign clothes.

Beautiful and ruthless, the muzzle of the gun is still smoking, but the crime has not yet come to an end, and Osamu Dazai has no guilt or unhappiness on his face.

The dark world seems to be opened to everyone so suddenly.

If the original behavior of the port is followed, everyone here should eat one, maybe it is strawberry flavored.

Sure enough, he was still too gentle.

Dazai couldn't help laughing, cheerful and sly, yet unscrupulous.

"you!"

Fitzgerald was really angry, how dare they, how dare they!

It was one thing to do it where he couldn't see it, but quite another to do it in front of him!

No one knows how much he spent at this moment, but he did break free from the 'shackles', but the black figure was faster, as if turning itself into a projectile that was fired, leaving deep footprints on the marble floor.

The box seemed to be quiet again, Dazai sat down as if no one was there, stared at the cards in front of him, smiled and said to the people around him. "Oh, the [-] just now was taken away by Zhongye. I don't know who can provide one."

Sakaguchi picked another card from his deck and threw it over. "The next step is to find the house of dead rats."

Dazai pushed his own card to show it in a very moody manner. "It's just a pity that they slipped away, maybe we still lack a pair of eyes, tsk tsk tsk, it really isn't very suitable for us to talk about business in a serious way."

With a smile on his lips, he counted the cards in his hand, ten thousand to twenty thousand, as if he was counting the money that was about to go into his pocket.

"Now we need the assistance of the detective agency." Sakaguchi ignored Dazai's words, half of what the other party said was not meant for him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi has lost the mind to play cards, and he would not have been able to. "Is this a trap?"

"No, no, no." Dazai shook his index finger, which was the finger that pulled the trigger just now, and he felt that he could still smell the gunpowder smoke. "It's a serious business, but our boss is not very good at talking skills, and the other party is too stubborn. We have our own set of talking skills, which are fast and direct, but we have to wait for a few minutes, um, soon, for Chuya Said, the other party is like a bug, and it can only show off its power in front of you."

He looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi with a meaningful look. "It's a pity that some people can't see through, how stupid!"

But in the next second, Dazai changed his tone easily, he was like an actor in a stage play, but Sakaguchi only felt that this guy was pretending to be powerful. "Maybe after this is over, Fitzgerald may become a humble businessman."

He looked at Alcott and asked with a smile. "Are you right? Beautiful lady."

Alcott couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She could feel that the other party was dangerous, and the other party hadn't put away the pistol.

This is a threat!

She is kneeling under the guillotine right now.

"Okay, the mafia at the port, enough is enough."

"Ugh, this sentence is really strange. Mr. Silver Wolf, the lone swordsman, why didn't you tell yourself when the assassination was done? After all, you were partly responsible for the chaos in the country a few years ago, and it happened that I was trying to consult the people who disrupted our business. Why did you say that when you received opinions from outsiders? I still think that what I did was extremely correct. To be honest, I am still quite disappointed with your company." Dazai smiled and turned his eyes away, looking at the mahjong tiles in his hand.

"What do you think will happen to the detective society if your previously cleansed background is revealed?" He can always pierce everyone's defense with a single sentence. "Perhaps many people will be interested. What kind of man who assassinated state officials is now high-sounding..." He didn't finish speaking, but just hooked the corners of his mouth.

Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't help but clenched his hand tightly.

Sakaguchi seems to feel that the cards are not over yet, and he is adjusting his cards. "Are you saying that there are people from the other side in the government?" He had no interest in being threatened by the detective agency.

His job has never been to mediate disputes. For him, these two thorny organizations should disappear. Whether it is the mafia or the detective agency, as long as he has the business license issued by the farming chief, the essence is the same. .

Otherwise, both parties will have to go to prison to love each other.

"There are people like this everywhere. Didn't you once be such a person? Sakaguchi-kun."

Sakaguchi put down the cards, it was this man for the first time today, the man was like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body, no, he deliberately showed his sharp thorns, and they were venomous thorns.

"What are you trying to say? Dazai."

At this time, there was a vibration in the room, and the hanging lamps were shaking non-stop. Sunlight poured in from the broken hole, and Zhong also spat out blood, and threw the person in his hand out.

"I've changed my mind, Dazai." He looked down at several people, but soon became very unhappy again.

The fight was very uncomfortable for him.

Fitzgerald's full strength was nothing to him, who wanted to turn a life-and-death fight into a game in the boxing ring, at least he didn't desire that, and he didn't have any interest in fighting with others.

Dazai laughed first. "Boss, I haven't made any money this month. Would you like to go to the street to perform Miss Neibazi and give me a raise?"

"To shut up!"

He threw the mahjong tiles he took away on the table, and walked out without saying a word, Dazai raised his eyebrows, and said to several people with a smile. "This is the threat. There are certain territories and rules that cannot be violated. These are the rules of the Mafia."

The eyes are bent into crescents. "It is also the rule of this city."

He didn't hide the hostility in his eyes, just looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi like this. "I think Mr. Silver Wolf also knows that our predecessor is still too gentle, and sometimes I feel that I have to show my presence."

He sighed. "Actually, I don't really want to say that, but isn't it fun."

He stood up and waved Alcott again. "Beautiful lady, it's a pity that my boss has decided to acquire you, and I hope to show your level in the new workplace."

Alcott's face turned pale. She knew what was going on with Fitzgerald's ability. It was converting her own assets into supernatural abilities. In a word that everyone understood, it was krypton gold.

There is no way to krypton a few more skills.

When he is defeated, it means that there are no assets for him to consume. For a company, it means bankruptcy.

Her analysis has always missed one thing. Perhaps it is because she has no strong power that she cannot understand how vulnerable the many plans that are piled together are in the face of strong force.

Although major internal changes have taken place in the port mafia, it is still the bone that must not be easily talked about before.

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned and pushed the mahjong in front of him. Until now, he hadn't figured out how to play it. Ranbu was just laughing behind him. He was also not interested in this game, but facing the blood directly made him a little depressed.

The famous detective who wanted to save the world was undoubtedly hit at this time.

Sakaguchi was not very interested in other people's reactions. He contacted other people in the Supernatural Secret Service Section, and those who should be arrested should still be arrested. He didn't come here to play.

It's time to collect taxes.

The owner of the restaurant was sitting on the first floor, with fried dumplings and beer in front of him, as well as a plate of braised pork and a small plate of red dipping sauce.

When he saw Chuya, his mouth was still chewing, no matter how loud the movement upstairs was, it didn't affect his meal.

"Someone will come to settle the settlement later, Zhang." Zhong Ye was quite considerate. In the past, the mafia didn't like to deal with the aftermath when they made troubles on their own.

Dazai glanced over behind him, his eyes sweeping across this foreign gang with deep meaning.

Although Zhang is working here, compared to his homeland, he is like a leather bag company. He keeps outsourcing the work he gets to other small organizations. This is one of their ways of survival.

Zhang smiled, indifferent and authentic. "I'll let people know about it. The leaders of the Central Plains don't mind. Fitzgerald was very flamboyant in the United States before, and he also caused us a lot of trouble."

It is a large organization in the United States. Although Zhang's hometown is in China, his development is in a different place. Many gangs will choose the one with good prospects. After all, there is full of freedom and fragrance.

Zhong also nodded, not to be long-winded on this kind of thing, and noticed a lot of veiled eyes when he walked out of the restaurant.

"Mr. Nakaya." It was Tsujimura. This very cheerful lady had been waiting for a long time, and there was a very familiar person standing beside her.

Zhong Ye frowned, and when he saw that figure, his slightly relaxed expression turned cold again.

"Silver, long time no see."