Anomalous ability is Doctor Mori

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Hiroyuki Jojima was born and bred, a very ordinary Yokohama person.

He is 39 years old this year and works for a local daily newspaper in Yokohama. He has no supernatural powers and has never been involved in a gang. He has a wife and son.The only thing that is slightly different from others is probably that the newspaper behind him is PortMafia, and the courage and nerves he has cultivated as a Yokohama native for more than 30 years.

For Jojima, the Yokohama people are probably the people with the thickest nerves in Japan.Among them, social animals of his age are particularly prominent.

For example, even if last night there was a strange thick fog near my home and orange lights in the distant harbor, not only did shootings occur in high-end hotels in the city center, but the organization behind my own newspaper blocked the whole city in the middle of the night—although The staff were withdrawn immediately afterward—caused quite a commotion, but because there were no mass casualties, no buildings exploded and the streets caught fire.Although he was worried most of the night because of his work, when he got up early in the morning, he still had to put on his suit and tie and go to work under the care of his wife.

"Mr. Watanabe from the town council * in the morning sent an email, saying that the subway might be delayed. Michiko and Xiaozhe's class teacher said that they don't have to go to school in the morning. Is the morning paper of your newspaper also delayed? The milk was not delivered on time this morning. You guys Don't you have a holiday?"

"What kind of holiday does the newspaper have? But the editor-in-chief said that it doesn't matter if you can go to work later."

"Then watch the time yourself."

"I see."

It can't be said that there is no influence-but for Jojima, who has experienced the newspaper office being blown up to the sky right in front of his eyes, this little influence can be described as "cute".If Yokohama used to be full of man-made disasters, the current organization is more like a slightly dangerous astronomical phenomenon for the people of Yokohama - just control your curiosity, stay away from criminal activities and "resistance areas", and the next day The only damage is that the train is delayed and the newspaper is late to the extent of the typhoon that must come every summer.

All Yokohama people are very used to this point.This is, after all, a city where a Mafioso might live next door.

Speaking of it, Mr. Watanabe of the town club seems to have been a mafia before—I heard that he still maintains good friendship with the active personnel of PortMafia, so he can get a lot of "convenient information" every time.

Yesterday, he also sent a message to the nearby residents, telling them to control their curiosity and not to go out when they hear anything.

Jojima thought so, and walked out the door with the lunch box prepared by his wife.However, just two steps away, the phone rang.

As a qualified social animal, Jojima has always set different ringtones for people of different levels. At this moment, the ringtone made him stunned, and he quickly put his briefcase under his arm and took out his mobile phone with one hand.

"Editor-in-chief?"

"Jojima! Hurry up! Don't come to the newspaper! Go and contact your informant!"

"What? What happened?" The word informant surprised Hiroji Jojima.As a senior social reporter who has been working in Yokohama for nearly 10 years, he certainly has several informants who cannot mention their occupations, but, "Didn't you say that the PM's news is not allowed to be reported?"

This is what a certain organization sent to remind people when it bought this long-established newspaper that was on the verge of bankruptcy: You can’t report on a certain organization’s gangsters, and fights that don’t cause harm to ordinary people can’t be published in the newspaper.This is also the "guideline" that the press in Yokohama abides by.Although this is an absolute interference with the freedom of the press, the mafia will not reason with journalists.

However, the voice of the editor-in-chief on the other end of the phone was extremely excited: "No, no! This time it's different! This time it's a big deal! It was PM who first contacted several major news agencies in Yokohama, and the TV stations were all alarmed! Go get in touch! We Never be left behind!"

"So what happened?"

"Yesterday's shooting/shooting/case! It was Takasekai's attempt to attack Umezawa Kinzo! As a result, Umezawa died suddenly at the banquet! 'That' was also at the scene at the time, and he was immediately angry! Just now, PM made a high-profile announcement The Takase Society has seized the inheritance of Umezawa Kinzo, and it is estimated that they will attack the Takase Society by tonight at the latest!"

"what?!"

"Even if we want to inform citizens not to go out, we still have to report it! Ah! Also! Last night's bombing and fog in Hong Kong seemed to be caused by Takase!"

——The orange light in the port yesterday was an explosion?

This idea flashed in Jojima's mind, and was immediately overwhelmed by surprise: "Will Takase go crazy?!"

"No, no, no! They're not crazy! It's Umezawa Kinzo who is crazy!" The background voice on the other end of the phone was so noisy that the editor's voice was close to Jojima's ear, "Just received the latest news! Umezawa Kinzo sent a videotape to the TV station! Asked to announce his will to all of Yokohama! Do you know how much money he left?"

"How many?"

"5000 billion yen!" The editor-in-chief's voice distorted with excitement, "Now everyone in Yokohama knows! Takase Kai has 5000 billion yen!"

***

"...So, the whole of Yokohama now thinks we have 5000 billion yen in our hands?"

"As you can see."

"Besides, we threatened Umezawa Kinzo because of the 5000 billion yen? Arranged a sniper at his banquet? And almost accidentally injured 'that'?"

"..."

"Then we also invited foreign superpowers to attack PortMafia's headquarters? And blasted the container ship at the port—because the 5000 billion was hidden on the ship?"

"...The person sent by 'that' said so..."

"Hehehe... Is this world crazy or am I crazy?"

"........."

"...Who is the one who sent here?"

"Black lizard..." The subordinate lowered his head, "It's the black lizard led by Guangjin."

"That old man!"

The gray-haired middle-aged man let out a hoarse and resentful low laugh as if collapsed, covered his face with his hands, and the next moment, he stood up abruptly and kicked over the expensive carved log desk.

"So in the eyes of 'that', I don't even have the value to send out 'Double Black'?!"

"Boom!" All the vases, ink, and other sundries on the table fell to the ground, and the documents fluttered like startled butterflies.

"President!" The subordinate was startled and wanted to step forward to stop him.But the middle-aged man, the current president of the Takase Club, Yokoyama Hiroshi, shook off his hand. The man pushed down the filing cabinet on one side like crazy, and then picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it against the wall. on the frame.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

"Boom!" "Wow!"

Amidst the man's furious curses, the log filing cabinet of the same model as the desk hit the ground heavily, the frame of the mirror fell off, and the glass shattered all over the floor.However, the man seemed to feel that he hadn't vented enough. Under the terrified eyes of his subordinates, he pulled out the pistol from his waist, and frantically pulled the trigger on the desk and file cabinet that fell to the ground.

"what!!!!!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Five bullets in a row, and for a while, the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder mixed with the deafening gunshots echoed endlessly between the walls.In such a background sound, Hironori Yokoyama turned around.

"Nakamura...we're done..."

He raised his gun, panting heavily, his eyes were red, and he smiled miserably and pointed the gun at his most trusted subordinate.

"Takasekai, it's over..."

Then, under the horrified gaze of his subordinates, he turned the gun.

***

"boom!"

"President!!!!!!"

Gunshots and screams pierced through the heavy door, and their echoes hit the wall of the corridor, and also rushed into the ears of everyone in the reception room.

The members of the Takase Club who were sitting with him rushed out immediately. The members of PortMafia were about to draw their guns, but were stopped by Hirotsu Yanagi.

The old man dressed like a gentleman in the old days stood up, adjusted the position of the lenses in the eye sockets with his hands in white gloves, and showed a cold smile.

Then, he turned his back and took a step.

"Let's go, it's enough for the combat troops to encircle - give Takase three more days, and let them hold the funeral more grandly."

***

On March 3th, after Umezawa Kinzo announced his will at the banquet, he was attacked by a sniper at the scene. There were no casualties, and Umezawa Kinzo died suddenly.

It is said that it was Takasekai who did it.And, that night, Takase would attack the port mafia.

On March 3, PortMafia declared war on the Takase Association in a high-profile manner, and Umezawa Kinzo's will was made public.

On the afternoon of the same day, Hironori Yokoyama, the current president of the Takase Association, committed suicide after destroying 5000 billion clues. PortMafia combat troops blocked three blocks and surrounded the headquarters of the Takase Association in broad daylight.

Three hours later, Hirohiko Nakamura, a confidant of Hironori Yokoyama, former president of the Takase Society, and the remnants of the Takase Society surrendered to PortMafia.

Even the three-day grace period of Hirotsu Ryuunami was not used. Before the sunset on the 28th, the last old Yakuza organization in Yokohama except PortMafia completely collapsed.

And when night fell, Hirohiko Nakamura was brought into Dazai Osamu's office, standing in front of this real "superior" who was more than a round younger than himself, showing a completely different look from when he was in front of Yokoyama Hironori, shy and revealing While smiling shrewdly, Alice had just finished calling Kudaime.

"Do you think he'll believe the 'script'?"

After turning off the call, Alice stretched her legs against the desk and turned to ask.

After all, he is a godfather who has a super-intuitive plug-in that can be called cheating, and has mastered an organization for nearly half a century.

Mori Ogai, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows watching the sunset, turned his head, and saw her chair tilted backwards, her whole body was mostly suspended in a dangerous movement.The man with black hair and red eyes disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind Alice.He supported her chair and small body that were about to fall over in a few minutes as he did when he was a child. When the chair landed on all fours again, the blond girl sat firmly.Only then did he speak in a warm voice.

"It doesn't matter whether he believes it or not. The important thing is that he is a qualified godfather."

At 3:28 on the evening of March 17, PortMafia officially formed an alliance with Pengelie.The latter is at the expense of opening two private shipping routes in exchange for priority rights to the port of Yokohama and thus access to the Japanese market-of course, this is a ostensible reason.

"Then, I have to be a qualified leader."

Alice narrowed her eyes and laughed too.

She sat upright again, picked up her phone, and dialed another number.

"Master Farming..."