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

In this world, many smart people claim to have perfect strategies. As long as others apply all the strategies they have carefully laid out, they will be absolutely foolproof.

Although it turns out that there will always be one or two accidental factors that lead to the crash, so these people are not really "calculated".

But in the vast crowd, there are indeed so accidental or a few one or two people who can be called "cheat".

Osamu Dazai, the current leader of the Port Mafia, is such a cheater.

Because of this, he can often predict the enemy's opportunity, knowing which ending the story will advance to once the chess piece falls.

So his life seemed to be... somewhat dull in a sense.

But after hearing the amazing remarks made by the girl in front of him, he still had a sense of surprise that "the other party is so serious that I don't know whether she is joking or acting stupid".

So Dazai couldn't help laughing out loud, he took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on while laughing: "What about now?"

Taketori Che frowned and stared at him for a few seconds: "Do you even want to take your own son's belongings? You are so perverted."

Osamu Dazai: ...

"Okay, I'm not joking." The black-haired man took off the camouflage vest, revealing his iris-colored eyes that were too calm, "From the beginning to the end, there was no such person as Tsushima Hazo."

Hearing such a ruthless speech, Taketori gasped!

Did this guy even deny cubs in order to survive?What a ruthless gangster!No wonder his son is so distorted and perverted by nature, and he likes to squeeze the labor force of employees... Is it all passed down from father to son?Sure enough, beheading him was right!

Dazai Osamu is such a smart person, looking at Taketori Che's expression of being so shocked that she seems to have eaten the biggest melon this month, one can tell that she is still persevering on the wrong way.

"Have you ever seen someone whose father and son are the same age?" He finally couldn't help asking.

Taketori Che has a serious expression: "I've actually seen this kind of situation. In the United States, there is a child whose ability is to make his appearance age - there was a prank on Halloween one year, and he became older than his father's age Do you dare to say that this is not the case for you?"

The gang leader in a black coat finally laughed helplessly: "I'm really not in this situation. In other words, I am Hazo Tsushima, but I am also the current leader of the port mafia, Osamu Dazai."

Dangerous!

Taketori Che, who seemed to have a red Chinese character popping out of her head, suddenly changed her expression when she heard the other party blew up her vest. Thinking about the past relationship and conversation between the two of them, she suddenly... regretted it!

Master Xing's movie is right, once there was a big head in front of me, I didn't cherish it, until I lost it and let it return to its original owner's shoulders, I didn't know what regret is!

The girl wiped the blood on her face sadly, held the knife again, and walked towards him angrily.

fine!Make up for it!It's not too late to kill this lying bastard!

5000 million dollars, I'll mess with it!

When Taketori Che walked up to the target person full of murderous intent, Dazai stared into her light blue eyes and suddenly said, "Don't kill me."

Taketori Che sneered: "Huh? Why?"

"Just because you admitted that you came to save me."

"...As long as there is more money to be made, the mercenaries will not keep their previous promises." The girl grinned, showing a serious smile, and raised her hand to place the blade of the eight-cut knife on the other party's neck, " Dazai, you actually believe what the battlefield hyenas say?"

Having said that, she always felt that the piece of equipment in her hand seemed to suddenly lose the blessing effect of the supernatural power when it touched the opponent, and turned back into an ordinary short knife, which just showed that the opponent was indeed the one. Tsushima Yozo himself, whose ability can make people suddenly wilt—but it doesn't matter, ordinary knives can also kill people!

"You are not." Dazai replied calmly, slowly raised his bandaged left hand, and gently rubbed the head of the girl who was one shoulder shorter than himself, as if he hadn't noticed the cold air of the blade passing through the skin Entering the nerve perception, "You are not a hyena, Taketori. I know very well...I have never seen a mercenary whose heart is full of anger and pity at the same time."

"..."

Taketori Che's eyes widened suddenly.

Like a frightened little animal, she raised the knife and slapped off the hand on her head. At the same time, the expression on her face instantly became terrifying: "You know my real name?!"

This is a terrible thing. As a mercenary and killer who licks blood at the knife's edge, it is inevitable to make many enemies.Once the enemy knows his true identity, he will suffer horrific revenge.

Osamu Dazai raised his hands as if surrendering, but his mouth was still rambling: "Of course, not only that, I know a lot of things. For example, you were born in a local town north of Baghdad, and your mother is an Asahi newspaper A war correspondent stationed abroad, his father was a Greek American folklorist..."

"Enough. Shut up." Taketori Che coldly interrupted his words, the blade in his hand deflected, and cut a thin bloodstain on the black-haired youth's skin, and those bright red blood beads quickly dyed Dazai red Zhi's white collar, but he still has that subtle, hateful smile on his face.

"I don't know how you know the information about these old rotten grains, and I don't care, you don't want to use them to threaten me." The girl gritted her teeth, every word as if she was about to bite some anger that was about to explode. "But I don't want to hear any more related words from you, understand?"

The smile on Dazai's face restrained a little, and he replied seriously: "Of course, I'm not so low."

... After all, everyone is dead.Taketori Che silently answered what the other party hadn't said in his heart.

Who would threaten the living with the dead?

Not only does it have no practical meaning at all, but it is also very low.Osamu Dazai looked like the leader of an organization who was very particular about style - black coat, red scarf, and three-piece handmade suit. Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, he probably wouldn't mess with dead people casually...

"As long as you don't kill me, the information you care about the most will not be leaked out. You know, I'm a smart person, and I can do this kind of predictable thing." Seeing her expression shaken, the black-haired The young leader calmly explained to himself again, "I know you don't care, but you are also afraid of these unnecessary troubles, right?"

Taketori Che looked at him in exceptional silence for a few seconds, then suddenly put away the knife.

"Remember what you said."

After finishing speaking, she really gave up the idea of ​​killing this bastard, and turned to leave, but unexpectedly, her wrist was caught by the opponent's hand!

Taketori Che was furious, and turned back to stare at him. If eyes could kill, this guy would have been riddled with holes: "I warn you! Don't touch your nose! You still want to arrest me?"

"No, no, you misunderstood Ah Che." Dazai Osamu showed a familiar mysterious smile again, but did not let go of his hand, "You can go if you want, take me to escape together."

"Who is your Ache! Don't shout so intimately, I don't know you well! You are a pervert!" Taketori Che was like a small animal whose tail was stepped on, "Also, who wants to take you Running for your life? Stop being sentimental there!"

Hearing these words, Dazai couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and then said a very domineering president's sense of sight.

"Escort me to a safe place, and I'll give you fifty thousand dollars."

"Who do you think I am! You want to buy me for just fifty thousand dollars? Dazai, what are you dreaming about? It just so happens that today is Christmas Eve, so go and make a wish with Santa Claus!"

"One hundred thousand dollars."

"...It's only a hundred thousand... Do you think I will... move, shake..."

"15?"

"No, add another fifty thousand."

"20? Yes, but you must allow me to call you by your name~"

So, in the end, Taketori Che received a new order to escort the embarrassing port mafia leader beside him to escape from birth at a price of 20 US dollars.

She led the way expressionlessly, passing through the smoke and flames all the way, but as the floor went down, the black smoke became heavier and heavier, until it almost completely obscured the vision.

Seeing this situation, Taketori put on the gas mask again, and then pinned the explosion-proof flashlight on his shoulder to illuminate it. At the same time, he took out a new gas mask and threw it to Osamu Dazai—this was previously stored. Supplies in the 【Storage Coat】——Dazai put on the mask silently, his iris-colored eyes noticed the corpses lying on the ground through the goggles, his eyes were a little sad, but he felt that the floor was getting more and more violent Despite the shaking, he still silently quickened his pace.

Since the elevator was no longer safe, the flames caused by the plane hitting the building earlier penetrated the entire elevator shaft like a shell, so the two had to take the fire exit to escape.

But when they were about to reach the 26th floor, suddenly there was a violent explosion sound from below, and the two looked at each other in unison, knowing what it meant.

The plane exploded!

This building is going to fail!

How long did it take for the Twin Towers to completely collapse after the 911/[-] incident?

That obviously wasn't too long, so Taketori frowned. Although he gave up 5000 million, he had to get back 20 to eat at least... So she squatted down with her back facing the other party, "Come on my back, You are walking too slowly."

"Wow, that's not good..." Dazai pretended to evade hypocritically, while trustingly jumped on the little girl's back, allowing himself to be carried on her back.

Taketori Che always felt that something was weird.

This guy seems to know that I'm particularly good at running behind people's back?I think this special skill was specially trained to save the garbage master who was in trouble in the casino back then.

This is also the real reason why she carried a fat man weighing more than 150 jins on her back when she entered Building No.

However, Dazai Osamu is slightly different from the previous two drivers. He was born with a height of 1.8 meters, with long hands and long feet. Generally speaking, it was a very shameful escape gesture - and then he felt the feeling of the wind blowing on his face.

Yes, speed can be felt while wearing a gas mask that completely encloses the head.Dazai opened his eyes with the help of the flickering flashlight, and saw that in the gray black smoke, the twenty-odd steps with a turn at Taketori's feet were automatically reduced to five or six steps, and he was frightened at that time: "It's too fast Hurry up! Don't jump the stairs!"

"Relax, I won't let you die." Taketori Che replied in a particularly cold tone, while speeding up to rush out of the fire escape, "You hold on to me. Next, I will deal with various crises in this dangerous building. "

"Got it." The black-haired port mafia leader replied very obediently, probably because of the isolation effect of the mask, his voice sounded a bit muffled.Then the man stretched out his hands in front of him and asked tentatively, "Ache, can I wrap my arms around your neck?"

Taketori Che kicked open the large iron gate that was deformed by the squeezed by the walls on both sides, and ran all the way against the dust falling from the ceiling.

"No. Unless..."

"How about adding [-]?" Dazai asked kindly and naturally, this tone made Taketori Che seem to have returned to the happy sand sculpture time when the two were together.

"...All right." Taketori Che compromised.

She actually wanted to say that at least [-] more would be added... Sigh, she is still too soft-hearted to make a fortune.