Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

Early in the morning, an uninvited visitor broke into the office of the head of the port mafia building.

"Dead mackerel!" Zhongyuan Zhong also ignored the guard at the door who had to knock on the door to get in, and shouted angrily at the leader standing by the window gazing at the city, "Where's my sports car!"

"What sports car?" The black-haired leader turned his head, with a puzzled expression on his face, as if he was just an innocent biscuit.

"Where's my red Ferrari? The model is SF90Stradale, and the market price is at least 6000 million yen, not to mention the refitting fee! Where are you getting it now!"

As we all know, Mr. Chuya Nakahara, a Hong Kong gangster cadre, has three major hobbies in life, namely, drinking, racing and beating Dazai.

Since the one who was beaten was suddenly promoted and became the immediate boss, he will not be able to fight in the future... The remaining first two hobbies are particularly important.

However, facing the incompetence and fury of his subordinates, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters in a black coat and a red scarf around his neck just asked calmly: "I don't know. Didn't you install a tracker on the car?"

"It was dismantled." Zhong also gritted his teeth. It seems that he has already guessed who dismantled the hidden positioning device on the car. All the methods of car tracking were blocked by someone who set up in advance!"

"Oh, that's because you were unlucky and someone stole your car." The young leader is undoubtedly a master of tricks. He is proficient in the trick of [how to make someone explode in a second]. , said in a disgusting tone: "Who made the dark dwarf's character so bad in this life~"

The red-haired young man was so angry that even the hat on his head floated away because the gravity was on the verge of losing control, "Dazai Osamu, you are courting death!"

"Hey, calling the leader by his name and threatening his personal safety with words... Is this the attitude of Chuya cadres towards their superiors?" The port mafia leader known as Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously. "I remember that Mr. Sen said before that you knelt at his feet and gave your allegiance to him... Come on, do it for me now, and show your allegiance to me."

Zhong also held back for a few seconds, but he really didn't dare to fight him like before when he was at the same level. He could only grab the hat that had drifted away angrily, and expressed his daily gratitude to his boss in a friendly way. Blessings and greetings: "You - go - die -"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for your good words! It's rare for a slug to speak human language!"

"..."

Damn, forget this guy is a suicide buff.Wishing him a good death was almost as festive as "wishing you a quick fortune."

For a moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also laughed back with anger. As the humanoid carrier of the ultimate creature Huangbatu, he had stopped thinking.

However, Osamu Dazai, who was joking and joking just now, suddenly turned serious, and said solemnly: "Chuya, I have an urgent task for you."

"...please tell me, leader."

Once the two get into business, they are very serious about each other.

Dazai nodded, and said directly without looking at any documents: "I received relevant information that the commissioner of the Kolobo family in New York secretly arrived in Yokohama at around four o'clock in the morning the night before, and is currently staying at the base of their agent organization as a guest."

"The Kolobo family?" Zhong also frowned, "I remember that our port mafia and the New York mafia in the United States have always been in harmony with each other, especially after the group of Yankees were expelled from Hong Kong... Why did this Suddenly..."

"Because the special envoy of the Italian Vongola family has also arrived in this city." Dazai Osamu had a strange expression on his face, "It is undeniable that our Hong Kong gangster's mafia blood originally came from the United States, and this is something that leaders of all generations have recognized. Times have changed however, we are no longer agents of any foreign family, we are a Yokohama-based organization.”

Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly realized: "So the Americans are worried that we will unite with the Italians? Want to send people to obstruct this negotiation?"

"It's not even a negotiation. The Pengel family heard that the leader of our port mafia has changed, so it's understandable that they want to send someone over to check on the situation." Dazai stated calmly, "They sent the 'Guardian of the Rain' And his team to investigate. If it goes well, the person who will lead the team to negotiate next time will be their family leader."

"Guardian of the Rain" is the traditional position title of many old Italian mafia families. Its status is similar to that of the five major cadres of the Port Mafia, but there are usually six "Guardians" who are closely surrounded by the leader.

Hearing this important news, Chuya was a little nervous: "Then the Kolobo family will definitely attack and kill that 'Yu Shou', destroying the fragile relationship between Hong Kong and the Pengel family - I need to go out to respond The envoy?"

"No, no, I already have other arrangements over there." Osamu Dazai shook his head mysteriously, and pointed to a certain direction outside the window, "Go and wipe out that agency organization, together with those who pointed fingers at Yokohama This is our city, and I don't want to hear some long-winded American English..."

***

On the other side, Taketori Che was communicating with this cheerful and confused young man in front of him.

"Ah, I remembered." Takeshi Yamamoto patted his forehead. He was obviously an adult, but he gave people a natural and cute feeling, "They ate something wrong in the restaurant before going out, and they all had diarrhea , I can’t come. I think it’s probably because the climate in Tokyo is not acclimatizing, hahahaha.”

Taketori Che: "..."

She looked at the black-haired young man who was laughing heartily, and thought to herself, what kind of collective disobedience was there, and it was the result of being poisoned.

But it's impossible for Tsushima Yezang, that wolfish and ambitious person to let her secretly escort him, be so stupid and sweet.So Taketori Che also pretended to be stupid and laughed awkwardly.

Seeing that Takeshi Yamamoto bought the souvenirs and followed her out of the store with the bag, he suddenly took out a brand new casual shirt from the bag and stuffed it for her.

"It's the first time we met, I came in a hurry and didn't bring any presents, so I'll give this to Ms. Harada as a gift."

Yamamoto said with a smile.

Only then did the girl understand why the other party came to buy souvenirs as soon as they got off the station, but since it was a free gift, of course she would accept it.Maybe you can earn two or three thousand yen by hanging on the coal stove (Japanese second-hand platform) later.

So she thanked Mr. Yamamoto for his kindness, opened the shirt and looked at it, her eyes suddenly became dull.

The orange-red long-sleeved casual shirt made of pure cotton is printed with the "city icon view" of the five buildings of the Port Mafia in the middle, and "ILOVE YOKOHAMA!"

Yokohama is the Roman pronunciation of "Yokohama", which translates to "I love Yokohama!". At first glance, it is a product sold by local souvenir merchants to foreign tourists.

Do you know what it feels like?It’s as if a tourist is traveling abroad for the first time and buys an extra “I Love XX City” shirt as a gift for the local tour guide. The question is whether the picture on the shirt is the photo of the headquarters of the largest gangster organization in the area. Why not just change the name of the shirt to “ ILOVE PORTMAFIA" what about...

This feeling, this feeling of wanting to complain - it's so uncomfortable!

"How?" Takeshi Yamamoto asked her brightly, "Do you like it?"

Now that the item has been collected, even if there is a pile of fresh shit printed on it, Taketori Che will respond loudly with a smile: "I like it! Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto!"

"As long as you like it, hahaha!" The black-haired young man who loves to laugh smiled and touched the back of his head in embarrassment, "The guy in the prison temple kept saying that I don't know how to buy gifts, so it seems he was wrong Well! To be honest, the other souvenir shirts are meant to be brought back to friends..."

Taketori Che wanted to complain even more.No, your friend is right. Mr. Yamamoto, you have a subtle eye for picking gifts.

While talking, the two came to the red Ferrari sports car. The paint in the sun reflected the proud light called "money smell". It was the most beautiful car on the whole street.

"Wow! Is this Ms. Harada's car? It's so beautiful!" Takeshi Yamamoto praised in time. After all, famous cars and beautiful women will immediately attract the attention of most men.

"Hey, no, it's a buddy's car of mine. He borrowed me for business today." Taketori Che opened the co-pilot's door and invited him to sit down, then slipped around the front of the car and slipped into the driver's seat as the driver, "By the way, Does Yamamoto-san know someone named Hazo Tsushima?"

After all, brother Tsushima asked her to come pick up the guests...

"Eh? I don't know him. Is he an important person?" Yamamoto said in a daze, "I just received an order from my superiors to go to your company to discuss some business cooperation projects, so I packed up my luggage for two days and left. Here we come... By the way, where is my suitcase?!"

Taketori Che was shocked, where did this buddy get so confused!

Fortunately, Takeshi Yamamoto frowned and thought for a few seconds before showing an optimistic smile again: "Ah! It turned out that it was placed in the hotel, and those sick colleagues helped to watch it. Hahahaha! It's okay, let's go, I can go back and forth within the same day at worst! "

Girls have always had special admiration for this kind of natural creature: "Okay, guest, whatever you say is it."

However, not long after the red Ferrari hit the road, Taketori noticed something unusual in the traffic flow.

Rear left, rear right, directly behind, right in front, directly in front—all have different cars following them.

No, it can even be said to be a blatant "surrounding" behavior.

"Mr. Yamamoto, are you wearing your seat belt?"

"Huh? Of course."

"Then please sit still."

"Oh, I'm going to play a city racing game, isn't it! Interesting!" Yamamoto grabbed the handle on the carriage above his head, and said to her in a hearty and cheerful tone, "Come on, I'm ready!"

Taketori Che felt that he liked this guy a little bit.

While waiting for the red light, she pressed her finger on the radio button, and a song "Come and get your love" sung by Redbone jumped into their ears.

The name of this song may be unfamiliar to many people, but if you change the name to "Happy Star-Lord Song", maybe many people will remember it. It is about the man on earth with a mustache walking in the ruins of an alien planet in the movie. The wonderful scene of listening to songs and dancing.

Takeshi Yamamoto's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Ah, it's the Red Bones!"

"That's right, that's right." Taketori Che was controlling the large and small buttons and instruments on the vehicle. She had no doubt that when the green light came on and the traffic started to move forward, those cars with malicious intentions would outflank her and force her to stop. Down.

At the same time, she hummed along with the radio: "Hey, hey~What'sthematterwithyourhead? Yeah~"

Hey, is there something wrong with your head?yeah~

As soon as the voice fell, the green light ahead suddenly turned on.

The next moment, the red Ferrari made a screeching sound of spinning wheels. It was like a flash of red lightning, rushing up the low green belt on the left, knocking over the white wooden fence.Then this arrogant sports car accelerated and rushed directly on the green belt, bypassed the two citizens' vehicles blocking the road in front, jumped back to the asphalt road nimbly, and finally slammed into the front of the road with the red front of the sports car. On the ass of the car blocking the road!

boom!

Whether it was the rear of the car in front or the front of the red Ferrari, they were deeply dented at this moment!