Uchiha's superpowers

In April, the terror of the port mafia swept across Yokohama.

The time, place, number of people, weapons used, plans drawn up, hidden safe houses, and dark experiences that must never be known to others, as long as you fight against that port mafia, you will be stripped off one by one, just like those who just descended. Babies in the world are generally naked|naked and have no way to hide. They can only cry desperately in fear and powerlessness.

Countless mafia organizations were annihilated silently, and countless mafia organizations supported by the port mafia rose silently.

At the same time, the reputation of the person who reshuffled Yokohama's underground forces in a short period of time became more and more famous——

[Port Mafia, Mind Peepers. ]

An unknown appearance, an unknown name, an unknown age, and an unknown gender.

Everything about the Mind Peer is like an unanswered mystery, like a gorgeous and dangerous chaotic black hole, attracting all those who are afraid and obsessed with him indiscriminately, and at the same time falling everyone into the trap silently devoured its prey.

The port mafia protected him well.

Like a hyena guarding a treasure, it fiercely and brutally tore and crushed all those who attempted to investigate the mind-peepers, and even their bones were turned into dust, and they trampled heavily under their feet.

The bloody crackdown by the Port Mafia lasted only a short week, beginning with the first brave man who dared to spy on him, and ending with the last unfortunate who stumbled across his material.

The signal piled up with blood and bones by the port mafia spread throughout the world——

[Don't be curious, don't explore, don't seek, even if he himself stands in front of you and admits his identity, he must empty his brain in the next moment. ]

[otherwise. ]

[Just die with a secret. ]

And I, who was shaped by the more and more exaggerated rumors as a monster with three heads and six arms, a hideous face, and a huge figure, was sitting in Mr. Mori's office, happily eating dessert with a small fork.

Taro cake rolls are sweet, natural and soft, tiramisu has a slightly bitter and mellow taste of wine, and cheese tarts are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a soft texture of cheese.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being the house of sweet love, and every new product is worthy of their signature, which perfectly conquered my taste buds.

As for why I eat desserts in Mori Ogai's office, the reason is very simple.

Because he also has a job to hand over to me.

Since I joined the port mafia, my leisurely and happy daily life has come to an abrupt end, and I have lived a life of a social animal that is exhausting every day.

Every day is either gathering intelligence or gathering intelligence or gathering intelligence.

A day to read the memories of dozens of people, give psychological hints to hundreds of people, and pick out useful information from the voices of thousands of people.

Even people with superpowers can hardly stand it anymore and want to rebel.

[Just kill Mori Ogai and be the leader yourself. ]

Such thoughts are not unheard of.

But I cringe at the thought of the never-ending files on Mori Ogai's desk and his receding hairline every day.

Forget it, forget it.

Oh, please don’t get me wrong when I said [I can’t bear it], it’s not that my superhuman toughness is about to reach its limit, but because this kind of repetitive non-technical work is really boring.

At first I thought that just looking at other people's memories might be more like watching a movie, maybe it would be interesting, but when I actually started doing it, I found out in despair that most people's lives are very similar and not interesting.

Moreover, I have to search for just a few seconds of clues from such a long and boring memory, which means that I may have to watch an important memory fragment dozens of times.

That's a maddening amount of work.

If it wasn't for Mori Ogai sending someone to the House of Sweet Love every day to buy me desserts as agreed, I would have been on strike long ago.

In this materialistic and ruthless world, only delicious desserts still have a trace of warmth.jpg

Mori Ogai was sorting out the information that I needed to obtain, and he didn't know what he found, so he suddenly let out a slightly surprised cry, "Oh, Uchiha-kun."

He picked up a folder containing thick A4 paper and shook it at me, and said with a smile, "You are really worthy of it, you have achieved such an achievement in just over a month, which has already reached the standard of a cadre. "

I paused for a while while eating dessert, and said the question in my mind directly.

[What is a cadre? ]

Can you eat?

"Don't Uchiha-kun know what a cadre is? That's really my negligence." Mori Ogai said hypocritically as if he just knew about it.

I looked at him coldly, not wanting to applaud such a contrived performance that made me lose my appetite.

Mori Ogai is indeed a thick-skinned person who even Osamu Dazai is ashamed of himself. Knowing that I have heard all his plans from his heart, he can continue to speak lines without changing his expression , "The organizational structure of the port mafia is too troublesome to explain, Uchiha-kun only needs to know one thing."

He raised a finger and emphasized, "Below the leader is the cadre, and the cadre is only responsible for the things that the subordinates can't solve."

Those burgundy eyes looked at me with a look of fairness and calculation. Mori Ogai said frankly and seductively, "As long as you become a cadre, you can hand over all your work to your subordinates."

Really.

I sighed, and put the silver fork on the snow-white plate, and the metal collided with the porcelain, making a crisp sound.

Although I know that Mori Ogai wants to use me, but the condition of not having to work is really irresistible.

[Really.There is such a good thing.Mr. Mori, what should I do if I want to become an executive? ]

I read out the lines that Mori Ogai had arranged for me in my heart without any expression on my face.

Mori Ogai took my words very naturally, "The Port Mafia can only have five cadre positions, but what a coincidence, these five positions are all full now, it's a pity, as long as one is vacant The position is just fine, with Uchiha-kun's talent, he will definitely be able to secure a position like a port mafia cadre."

"As long as there is a space available," he repeated, looking in my direction.

I'm deadpan.

What to look at, what is interesting about me, can't you just say who you want me to help you get rid of?Do you know how tiring it is for me to complete so much work every day and also to speak lines in line with your drama addiction?

I touched the dessert coupons in my pocket and tried to persuade myself to cooperate.

[Just kill one person. ]

"I didn't say that." Mori Ogai immediately picked it up, denying it very innocently, and the smile on his face became more and more disgusting, "But one of the five major cadres, Ue Sa Natsuki, is the former party, because he has always had feelings for me. Suspicion, and dislike of my behavior, recently it has ruined a lot of my business."

He said lightly, "Oh, oh, it would be great if he was so disheartened because of the death of the former leader he admired, that he couldn't think of committing suicide for a while."

"Right, Uchiha-kun?"

[yes.If only he killed himself. ]

I rolled my eyes at him, my disgust palpable.

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感谢在2020-06-0323:00:45~2020-06-0422:42:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Tingting 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of cocoa sago dew;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!