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

Two years passed in a blink of an eye.

Taketori Che has finally grown up—according to Japanese law, she has changed from a cute half-race girl who is still a little childish to a half-race lady who works overtime with dead fish eyes every day.

But I have to say that the job position has also risen in the past two years. From the guerrilla captain directly under the leader to fighting monsters all the way to a formal cadre, it can be regarded as entering the core decision-making circle of Hong Kong gangsters.

"Ah, in other words, my promotion path within the port mafia has come to an end." Taketori looked at the calendar on his desk, and took a red ink pen to draw a cross on today's date , "Then just usurp the throne and kill that crumb boss!"

"Sister Che..."

The black-haired girl in a kimono looked at her hesitantly, and an old-fashioned flip phone hung in front of her.

This little cutie is Izumi Kyoka, a cute pendant that Atsushi Nakajima brought back after he went out to perform a mission one day, and he has a lot of experience in playing stealth and assassination.Because classmate Bai Hu always called her "Sister Che" in private, Jinghua followed suit and called her along.

It just so happened that Taketori Che had just been promoted to a cadre at that time, so he could designate a direct subordinate, so he simply took Izumi Kyoka as his new tool.

——There was no way, Atsushi Nakajima replaced the guerrilla captain, and even Gin Akutagawa, who had been brought up so hard, officially became the leader's personal secretary.Taketori Che saw that all the cabbages he worked so hard to fatten were taken away by the boss, so he had no time to wipe away his tears, so he had to find new tools to persecute.

In fact, Quan Jinghua is good at everything, but sometimes she is too serious.In front of her, Taketori occasionally felt that he was the one who was subordinate.

"It's okay, I'm just complaining. If I really want to get rid of the boss, why should I wait until today?"

Taketori waved his hand impatiently, not worried about leaking the secret, because he had said the same thing a hundred times in front of Osamu Dazai, and the latter accepted it calmly and indifferently.

Today's Taketori Che has completely opened her originally slightly childish eyebrows and eyes. From her face, one can already see the angular features of European faces unique to mixed-race people and the light blue eyes with deep eye sockets. His brown hair was cut short, combed to look like an adult, and he wore a handsome suit. Every day he went to work like a dog, clocked in, fished, ate snacks, played games and picked his feet.

Izumi Jinghua, who really knew the dog-like temper of her immediate boss, sighed silently, glanced at the calendar with red "X" marks all over it, and secretly buried the question in her heart.

Just when Taketori Che was about to take out his PS5 console to play, his phone suddenly rang.

"Today is gonna be a goodday! Don't care what anyone else says..."

Hearing the extremely happy ringtone, Taketori Che frowned, and said directly: "Grass."

On the side, Quan Jinghua sorted out the documents in the cabinet, and the good boy's quotation filter in her brain blocked the elegant and easy-going words of her boss as always.

"Mossi, Mossy? Come on, old man."

"Can you please call me by my name?" the guy on the phone complained.

"Okay, Miss Takako."

"...Bastard! You can talk about the black history three years ago!" Zhongya Zhongya is talking to her a lot more casually now. On the one hand, the two parties are now equal colleagues, and on the other hand, it is because of the leader. They are too good at drawing hatred, so the number of times the two have fought side by side in the past four years is not small, so the two are now considered bad friends who have carried guns together.

Of course, Taketori still feels that the relationship between himself and the cadre Chuya can be called "the deep love between father and son"!

Taketori Che scratched his hair, "Just tell me what's wrong, I'm going to get off work."

Zhong Ye was shocked: "You still want to get off work on time like ordinary members?!"

"Otherwise, are you facing the crisis of hair loss like you?" Taketori Che laughed at him, "Chuya, if you get a Mediterranean hairstyle, I'm afraid you won't be able to marry in the future!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also imagined that scene, he was so frightened that he almost couldn't hold the phone - not because he couldn't get married, but because he had a Mediterranean hair style - but he was still very stubborn: "Huh? You are joking! I am... anyway, my The real identity will not lose your hair!"

"Nonsense, your real identity (Araba spit) has no hair." Taketori Che changed his posture and nestled in the chair, swinging Erlang's legs up and down, "I even wonder if you have hair."

"You don't want to speculate about such things like that bastard, okay... Fuck, I forgot what I was going to say when you interrupted me."

Zhong Ye was so angry that he wiped his face, and hurriedly said: "That guy went to catch jellyfish again! Go and catch him!"

Ah, the traditional entertaining of the port mafia.

Whenever the situation of the organization is severe/complicated/dangerous, the leader will automatically evaporate in the office, and then Comrade SpongeBob SquarePants, Pai Daxing and other clerks can only find people all over Yokohama.Who knows how Dazai did it.

If it was placed in the past, Taketori would be very nervous.

But now Taketori Che is already a mature old fritter. Not only is she not nervous, but she also lazily asks: "Why am I going, why don't you go to him yourself?"

"I was the one who went looking for someone last time!"

"What about the last time? And the last time?"

"It's all me." Zhong also replied puzzled.

"Then you stick to the end." Taketori Che finished and hung up the phone.

Before hanging up, she vaguely heard Zhong Ye jumping angrily and scolding from inside: "Taketori, you bastard!"

——Hai, 【Incompetent and Furious Takako Sauce】is also one of the traditional arts of the port mafia.

Remarks: Limited to the ornamental versions of Taketori Tetsu and Dazai Osamu.

Thinking of the dog man who went to "catch jellyfish (play missing)" again, Taketori Che's eyes sank, and he didn't speak for a while while playing with the phone with a black screen.

She recalled all the things she had gotten along with the garbage leader in the past two years, and she suddenly felt sleepy.

"Sister Che." Quan Jinghua said suddenly, interrupting her train of thought, "I have finished sorting out all these documents."

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, then you should go back after get off work." Taketori Che was quite gentle towards the little girl, "If you go back too late, I'm afraid it will be unsafe on the road."

——The "unsafe" here refers to some potential enemies who dare to attack Quan Jinghua.Because this girl is actually a supernatural person who is good at assassination, and can summon supernatural beings like stand-in messengers to help kill people.

Quan Jinghua still had an obedient face, "Yes, Sister Che."

So the little girl went offline quickly, without delay, Taketori Che felt that this child had learned a bit of his demeanor back then.

Unfortunately, after she became a port mafia cadre and fell into a difficult love situation, she felt more and more restricted.

…………

……

Time goes back to two years ago.

Taketori, who left Ashina, sat on a rescue helicopter. Before leaving, he used the divine power of "Ashina Mountain Lord", and once again surrounded the mountains of Ashina with layers of thick fog and forest maze.

No way, once the land abandoned by the gods, which is more than 400 years behind the times, is discovered by outsiders, I am afraid that they will face harsh consequences such as capital dumping and environmental damage. Research value - now Taketori Che is one of the gods responsible for protecting Weiming from the outside world, so he can only reseal it temporarily, and wait for manpower and funds to come back to develop it slowly.

Of course Weiming may never be developed.Because the power of the gods is often placed on the premise of some ignorant and ancient material world, the further the technology tree advances, the weaker the power of the gods will be.

Since ancient times, most of the myths and stories were born before the records of human history... Who has ever seen such things as "punk gods", "neon gods", and "plastic bag gods" born in modern prosperous metropolises? ?

Anyway, Wei Mingguo's adventure story has come to an end for the time being.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who came to the rescue together, also scolded her half to death, to the effect that he failed to protect the leader's plane, which caused you to fall into this crappy place and made me come here to rescue you two idiots.

How could Taketori Che be willing to admit defeat, even though she was indeed a fool.So the stupid beautiful girl immediately retorted, saying that she at least protected the leader's beard and tail tightly, and didn't even catch a cold (she had temporarily ignored the previous poisoning incident).Since you are boasting so much about yourself, then if you have the ability, you can do it.I went to Italy to drink coffee and watch musicals with my beautiful male allies, how about you come to Weiming country to writhe and fight with various gods Shura!

Sandwiched between the two, the leader of the port mafia sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight, with a mysterious and contemplative expression on his face, no one knew what he was thinking about.

After returning from the adventure, Taketori Che got a full week's vacation. After thinking about it, she grabbed her little sister Takeuchi Chiharu and forced her to take the vacation (Chiharu: ???).Of course, in name, a clerk was temporarily seconded from the administrative department to help deal with the piles of documents and materials these days. In fact, the two of them ran to the hot springs in Gunma County as soon as they turned their heads.

In autumn, although the weather is not cold enough, at least the hot springs are not too hot.

Taketori Che spent a hot spring vacation happily in this way. When she raised herself white and tender, full of vitality and energy, she returned to the chief's office to sell the vacation, and as expected, she saw the expression on Dazai Osamu's face again. Out of the faint black eyes.

"Boss, are you cultivating immortality again?"

"Ah."

Taketori Che always felt that there was something wrong with such a cold boss, but the girl didn't say anything. As long as he was in this office, the boss would always look X cold, as if he was bound to some strange constant BUFF.It is simply a necessary prerequisite for the development of the plot of some books, and it is the kind of treatment that is given to "down and up" by ambitious subordinates every minute.

Then Osamu Dazai gave her a new order: go to Italy, and complete the ally contract that Chuya had not completed before.

Anyway, didn't you say on the helicopter that you wanted to go to Italy...

Taketori Che went to Italy in a daze, and although he was warmly received by the Pengelie family there, their troubles were also very "enthusiastic".In order to deal with these troubles and establish a European branch by the way, Taketori stayed in Italy for nearly half a year before returning to Japan.

As a result, no more than three days after returning to the headquarters, the leader’s new transfer order came down again—the election campaign for the commander-in-chief in the United States was about to start, and in order to fulfill the previous agreement with the real estate businessman, Taketori had to work overtime to go to washington.

It is conceivable that this trip must be several months of busy work.

Taketori couldn't bear it anymore.

In the past—especially during the time she was working in Italy—she carefully analyzed her relationship with the garbage chief and felt very distressed.However, he drank a lot of wine with the current leader of the Vongola family, Sawada Tsunayoshi, and poured bitter water after drinking, and finally got Mr. Tsunayoshi's guess answer of "Does Mr. Dazai like you?"

You know, the leaders of the Pengo Lie family of all generations have "super intuition", which is similar to an enhanced version of the sixth sense. It is said that they can even see ghosts...

With the intuitive assurance from her allies (Tuna Yoshi: I was talking about drunkenness), Taketori Che finally couldn't bear it this time, no matter what the result was, she had to ask her face to face.Therefore, this person personally took the transfer order and rushed into the chief's office, with a murderous look all the way, frightening the black suits who wanted to block the way for questioning.

There were only two people in the office discussing something. Seeing her barging in with a bad look on her face and holding a transfer order in her hand, Zhong Yuanzhong turned her head away with a bit of shame.

In fact, Chuya felt ashamed simply because he felt that Taketori Che's workload was too much, and the leader was also very unkind, and he arranged new missions for the other party on business trips as soon as he came back.

On the contrary, the black-hearted boss still calmly asked Taketori Che if he had any questions.

Taketori Che: "Chuya, you go out first."

Zhong Ye looked at the leader, then at his colleagues, and hesitated: "You don't mean to assassinate Qingmao, do you?"

"...What are you thinking! I would have done it long ago!"

After the irrelevant personnel were driven out of the chief's office, Taketori slapped the transfer order on Dazai Osamu's desk angrily.

"Boss, what do you mean?"

"I'm promoting you." Osamu Dazai calmly ignored the girl's murderous intent, "Ache, you are now a candidate for a reserve cadre. When you come back from the United States this time, and you have accumulated enough credit, I can give you a job. You have been promoted to a new cadre."

Taketori Che wondered: "...Why do I want to be promoted? Will I get a raise?"

"No." Dazai raised his eyebrows, "We agreed at the beginning, [-] million U.S. dollars in four years, and it won't change. The most that will change is your performance bonus."

"Then it doesn't matter if I become a cadre or not?" Taketori Che sneered, walked around the large mahogany desk, walked up to the boss behind the desk, and asked condescendingly: "Or, do you always send me as an expatriate?" Going out... is actually because you don't want to be alone with me, boss?"

Faced with such a provocative topic, Osamu Dazai still looked at her calmly, with a fearless expression of "I am dedicated to the public and have no selfishness" written on his face.

"you misunderstood."

The head of the port mafia replied.

"Ah Che, I definitely don't think that way... um!"

Osamu Dazai, who has always been thoughtful, forgot a problem. When a mercenary subordinate with explosive force value blocked him in a leather boss chair that he could not dodge, he would either be kissed or shot in the head. .

However, when the long-lost kiss came, Taketori felt that a cold cylinder was pushed against his chin.

...that thing is really cold.

The unique coldness on the metal mixed with the looming smell of gunpowder smoke penetrated into the skin, causing Taketori to narrow his eyes slightly due to the stinging pain.

She slowly let go of the young man who was held down by her, but her face was still very close to him, she did not look down at the gun, but stared firmly at the pair of iris eyes and asked: "Is this the gun?" ……your answer?"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai held the gun in his right hand, pressed the muzzle against the girl's chin, and slowly forced her back to a safe distance with a blank expression, "Forget about today's affairs, get out of this office with the transfer order, I Your disrespectful behavior can be ignored."

For a moment, Taketori Che couldn't tell what she was feeling at that time, she just hoarse her voice inexplicably, and asked a little choked up: "Why didn't you shoot? You could just blow my head off with one shot."

"Because you are a competent subordinate, Ache." Dazai said with a concerned face, but his thumb "clicked" to open the bolt, "Don't force me... Zhong is just outside the door."

This means that as soon as he shoots, Chuya will rush in to save him.

Taketori Che was obviously shocked by his attitude. After a moment of silence, he asked aggrievedly: "Everything in Yuanzhi Palace is..."

"It was a vacation, and that adventure was just a small experience during the vacation." Osamu Dazai's words were completely scumbag, "It's not worth mentioning. I thought you should be paid for it after you have been back to work for so long. heart."

"...You are right, boss." The girl's eyes were a little red, but she held back anyway, "I should calm down, goodbye."

She didn't struggle or beg for anything, that's not her character, so Taketori immediately turned around and walked out the door, and took the transfer order to the United States before going out.

When he reached the door of the chief's office, Taketori suddenly stopped and looked back at Osamu Dazai who was sitting in the dim light.

He sat alone in the oversized black leather chair with his back straight, but the light cast an almost split line of light and shadow on his face.People can't see his true expression at the moment.

"So...even for a second, boss, have you never...liked me?"

Faced with this question, the leader of the port mafia suddenly darkened his face.

So he seemed to be completely sunk in that darkness.

"Back off." Only a majestic and indifferent voice came, "You have surpassed."