Special A-level danger warning

There is a saying in Mafia, the former port, that the greatest misfortune for Dazai's enemies is to become Dazai's enemies.

This is a terrifying existence that has terrified countless hostile organizations during the quasi-cadre period, let alone after he became the leader of the port Mafia.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Osamu Dazai as treacherous and cruel.

As he firmly established himself as the leader at an extremely fast speed, the trend of Mafia's outward expansion became unstoppable.

It's not that no one rose up to resist, but the final result was that they all became the prey killed by the black monster that saw Yokohama, without exception.

The image of Osamu Dazai has been completely demonized by the other world.

The previous battle, which was fought in groups but lost without any suspense, was just a matter of the night tyrant in Yokohama cleaning up the unsightly garbage.

When they saw that the incident was so big, but the local government didn't even bother to ask, everyone realized one thing.

Yokohama has since belonged to the port of Mafia.

The extremely aggressive night has completely shrouded this former concession, and even the government's forces have pretended to be deaf and dumb about it, which makes people feel trembling but dare not delve into it.

Any action that offends Osamu Dazai is extremely stupid, this is the consensus of everyone in the world.

Facing the fate of his anger is more cruel than life.

Port Mafia, torture chamber.

The cramped slate passage was cold and damp, and the dim lights were like a wisp of will-o'-the-wisp that was about to go out, faintly illuminating the dried blood stains on the walls.

Hanging on a chain on the wall was a bloody, vaguely human figure.

Osamu Dazai was standing not far from him.

After the other party's troubled eyes focused, extreme fear appeared on the blood-covered face, as if one more look at the person in front of him would break his heart.

The body shaking like a sieve reflects the real fear and tremor in his heart, like fearing ghosts and gods.

Koyo Ozaki, the cadre in charge of the torture department, stood quietly aside, wearing a red maple leaf kimono with long sleeves, and the red makeup on the corners of his eyes further accentuated the elegant style of a geisha.

She lowered her head slightly, dutifully guarding the leader of the port Mafia, minimizing her presence.

This is the first time Osamu Dazai entered the torture room after he became the leader.

He was wearing a red scarf and black windbreaker that was standard for the leader. His hanging hair slightly covered the white bandage wrapped around his left eye, and endless darkness surged in his iris-colored eyes.

That is the devil who walked out of the abyss of evil by stepping on countless dry bones, with hands stained with bright red blood, making people tremble, tremble, and fear whenever he is mentioned.

The devil whispered slowly.

"Have you ever seen a light?"

"Do you know the best hope in the world?"

"Have you ever thought about how to live beautifully in this quagmire world?"

Osamu Dazai pressed his fingers to his lips, his fair and delicate face showed a strange impact under the dim and cold light.

His eyes were full of darkness that had accumulated for a long time, and his restrained tone inadvertently revealed a sick and crazy atmosphere.

"Zhijun is so good, I don't want to bump into each other at all, and I will try my best to give the best of everything."

"So, why should I be punished unfairly by you?"

"Why did you receive a mandatory mission to conceal murder?"

"Why do you have the idea of ​​trying to harm?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, as if genuinely confused, his soft voice echoed over and over again in the dark torture room.

"Why are you courting death?"

"Even if you don't have enough confidence, you still want to shout?"

"Is this what superior conjurers look like?"

The people who were questioned continuously felt great fear and struggled to escape from this suffocating place.

He opened his mouth silently, but he couldn't speak, but the pain of cutting off his tongue was less than one ten-thousandth of what it is now.

To die here is already the greatest grace.

But Osamu Dazai would let him go so easily.

His almost sighing tone was crushed between his lips and teeth, his face was gradually stained with a little deeply hidden madness, but on the surface it was like a poisonous gentleness.

The abyss revealed its true colors.

"Be obedient, don't die."

"The group of people from the Magic Association will come here to accompany you soon."

"Oh, maybe the whole magic world will too."

"Who knows this kind of thing, don't you think?"

The monologue-like unanswered words completely shattered the defense line of the victim. His face was dead silent, and he lost any willpower, like a corpse suspended by chains, without any thoughts of struggle.

Osamu Dazai left the torture room bored after vomiting out his thoughts.

Koye Ozaki raised his hand slightly, covered the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and looked at the guy in front of him who would rather die than die, with a faint mockery in his eyes.

This is how much he had to think about it, to touch Feng Xinzhi under the nose of Osamu Dazai.

I really don't know how to evaluate it.

She waved her hand and asked someone to call a doctor to hang this guy, don't just die like this.

……

In the past few days, the upper echelons of the magic world have fallen into a state of insecurity.

Several high-level people disappeared mysteriously, and some people were killed at home inexplicably. The methods of death were varied, including but not limited to poisoning, shooting, love killings and so on.

The ruthless revenge from the port Mafia directly stepped on the dignity of the high-level officials and crushed them to pieces.

Compared with this, they seem to have never expected that a black organization in Yokohama would have the courage to provoke a struggle between the two systems, with no regard for face, and the methods are flamboyant and crazy.

They wanted to retaliate but found that the enemy seemed to be able to predict the enemy's opportunity, and saw through all the layout tactics at a glance, leaving them no chance.

The person who led the rebellion not only died in a miserable state, but even the power of the family they belonged to was easily wiped out, as if the family had never existed at all.

The overwhelmed high-level officials wanted to urgently mobilize Wujo Wujo to take action, but they didn't want to get a reply from Wujo's family that "the master said he didn't get involved in this matter".

In fact, Gojo Satoru's original words were "It's really fun to kill these old guys, and I'll wait until they are all dead."

The higher-ups were furious, and angrily reprimanded Wutiao Wu for setting the dignity of the conjurer, and allowing people with supernatural powers to trample the conjuration world so rampantly.

But Gojo Satoru still went his own way, with a rascal appearance of "you are going to die quickly, don't waste my time", which made all the high-level executives arrhythmia.

In addition to Xia Youjie who was punished in Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, besides Gojo Wu, there are also 99 Youji and Yigu Youtai among the top conjurers in the magic world.

However, one of these two people has never taken any missions since he was promoted to the special level, and the other is Feng Xinzhi's classmate, neither of them is available.

There is no way to deal with them, and the top management can only find another countermeasure.

Feng Xinzhi himself has never returned to the Conjuration Academy since he went to Sendai to perform a special mission, and there is no one to see, let alone come to describe the mission report.

Gojo Satoru, who wanted to catch some of his classmates to threaten him, but didn't want to kill him, took all these students to Gojo's house, and put on the appearance of a reliable teacher who protected the students.

The anxious and panic-stricken high-level officials could only blame the principal of the Tokyo school, Yamo Masamichi, because of his negligence in allowing dangerous people to enroll, and threatened to sentence him to death if he could not prevent the development of the situation.

Noctua Masamichi, who realized that the disaster had come from the sky, frowned, turned his head without saying a word, grabbed Wujo Wujo, who was watching the show, and scolded him head and face.

Then, he quite consciously packed up his things, and regardless of Gojo Satoru's fuss, he also moved into Gojo's house.

Can't afford to provoke, can he still hide?If you have the ability to bombard the Wutiao family, you probably don't have the guts to do so.

The Yusan family all took a wait-and-see attitude, and the other small families were also unreliable. Those high-level officials who really made the decision on Feng Xinzhi's sentence were at a loss for a while.

How the hell are they still playing!One by one is either disobedient or useless, and people with supernatural powers come to find trouble but still shirk in every possible way. It is not certain that the magic world will not end, but they will end sooner or later.

Just when they wanted to put all their eggs in one basket, someone secretly sent a large number of criminal evidence of the high-level Mafia at the port, and every crime was clearly listed in black and white.

Murder, financial fraud, arms smuggling...

The higher-ups were overjoyed, seeing the numerous crimes made them terrified, and even ordinary curse masters would be ashamed of their severity.

If these criminal evidences are sent to the government, the military and police will definitely be mobilized to sanction the port of Mafia, so that their urgent needs can be solved.

"Although the person who sent the evidence has malicious intentions and wants to make the world of conjuration stand out, but the possibility of successfully bringing down Mafia at the port is very high, and it is worth taking a little risk."

As soon as the high-level officials came together, they hurriedly sent out the criminal evidence through relevant channels, but they didn't want to be taken over by others before seeing any results.

Yokohama.

Sitting on the leader's seat, Osamu Dazai gently closed the book in his hand, pursed the corners of his lips, his eyes were dark and dull.

He never liked the feeling that things were out of control, and making plans was never foolproof, but he had to admit that the mouse was really annoying and difficult to catch.

Take advantage of the chaos to expand the struggle between the port Mafia and the magic world, and then fish in troubled waters?

Conjurers, military police, rats in the house of death, no one with five bad...

Don't you just want "books"?

He would naturally provide the kind Russian with a chance, and then present the most sophisticated no-kill game.

It's a pity that the "book" has been...

The gloomy and cold smile on Dazai Osamu's face had just revealed a trace, and the murderous aura flooding like black mud had not even had time to be released, and disappeared without a trace with the sound of the secret door being pushed open.

He hastily corrected his posture, acting like a social animal who was ruthlessly crushed by work, and his kite-colored eyes covered by the hair on his forehead were full of guilt.

After seeing Feng Xinzhi pushing the door open, Osamu Dazai tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, his bulging cheeks also had a round and white curvature, and the sweet smile that rose slightly at the corner of his mouth seemed to be filled with honey.

He's really not doing bad things, Zhijun.

The eyes blinked and seemed to make a rattling sound in a concrete way.

Facing Osamu Dazai who was trying to pass the test with cuteness, Feng Xinzhi glanced at the books and documents on the desk inadvertently, and knew exactly what he had done to make him sick.

However, since Mr. Zhi didn't want to be exposed in front of him, he just seriously pretended not to know.

Although the specifics are how clear they are, both of them know it well.

He pressed a switch on the desk, and the floor-to-ceiling curtain that was recently closed due to danger quickly rose, and the bright sunlight outside immediately illuminated the originally not very bright office.

Immediately, the eyes opened up. Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows was a blue sky and white clouds, overlooking the whole Yokohama.

Feng Xinzhi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked through the thickened bulletproof glass in front of him, and looked at the place where it was easy to set up an ambush.

He turned his face sideways, the sun was softly covering him with a layer of golden light, the tail of his hair curled up in a curved arc, and there seemed to be stars falling into his eyes.

"I will protect you all the way during this time."

Recently, the port Mafia's unbridled expansion and conflicts with the magic world have offended a large number of people.

This group of guys wanted to put out their whole belongings to offer a reward for the head of Osamu Dazai, which attracted many desperadoes to follow and behead them day and night.

Undoubtedly, Osamu Dazai needs protection most now.

Compared with letting Mr. Zhongyuan put down other tasks to protect him, it is better for him who doesn't have too many things to do.

"You'll be safe."

Feng Xinzhi tilted his head, and an overly bright smile appeared on his exquisite and beautiful face.

This scene is like catnip opening its arms to the cat, allowing the other party to come and suck it, which makes Osamu Dazai very satisfied.

Is the amount of his reward high enough? If it is not enough, he will add a little more out of his own pocket. The killer must keep checking in to the chief's office several times a day.

Hey, happy.