When Oda Saku became a cadre

Night is a good cover.

In such a harsh climate, it is difficult for all kinds of plants to survive, and only occasionally weeds can be seen taking root here.Relying on their tenacious vitality, they emerged from the dry soil, but they also lost the emerald green that symbolized vitality.

The randomly built hut is the only building nearby, surrounded by a few trees that have long since dried up and only have branches left.The wind mixed with sand and dust blew past and merged with the dark night, forming an unpleasing picture.

The physiological structure makes people no longer have daytime vision, and can only see the outline of things dimly.

The room was dark and silent, and the figure of a man could be vaguely seen.He sat on the dilapidated sofa, the yellowed cotton was exposed, and the poor-quality skin was full of traces of splashes from liquid that hadn't dried up.

The air is filled with an overly strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of corruption from somewhere, destroying the sense of smell of creatures.It was obviously an environment that would make people feel physically uncomfortable, but the man calmly wiped the items in his hand, waiting for something.

The first ray of sunlight shone in at dawn, reflecting the countless fine dust floating in the air.The darkness that symbolizes the unknown is dispelled, and only then does the outline of the house become clear.There were blood splatters all over the walls, broken glass and sawdust everywhere, and the room, which was originally arranged randomly, was so messy that it was impossible to see it.

There was a sudden commotion on the ground.The pain caused the survivors to make subconscious sounds, but the groans/groans were particularly conspicuous in the silent room.The man who noticed that the fish had slipped through the net raised his arm and pointed his gun at the source of the sound in the room.

Accompanied by the gunshots that pierced the silence, the birds and beasts that landed on the dead branches were startled by the loud noise.The person who was still convulsing just now stopped breathing, leaving the last look of fear in his life, lying on the blood-red floor like the rest of the corpses.

Dawn had already ushered in, but what the man saw was still gray and dark, like a curtain without color, without the smear of paint, only a black and white frame remained, stiff and cold.

He happened to be in a place where the light couldn't reach, he put the still warm gun back into the holster, took off his coat which was already tattered in several places, and was covered with blood and ashes and threw it on the ground casually.

After a night of fighting, the whole house was already in chaos and it was impossible to get out, and the door was roughly blocked by someone with a wooden plank.

Facing the mess in the room, he stepped on something soft or hard, and flipped out through the window with only shards of glass at the corner.

The hazy scenery is rendered by the morning sun, and the gradually clear sky is replaced by the burning fire.Behind the arsonist is the house that is about to be burned to the ground. The scorching temperature has eliminated all traces of sin.

The slight ringing of the mobile phone rang, and the man answered the phone. The afterglow of the flame illuminated his face that had been hidden in the darkness—it was obviously a face that had not been modified for a long time, but it was remembered by countless people.

Few people know him in this remote country.But this killer, who was famous many years ago but disappeared, has once again become a nightmare existence.Especially in Yokohama, he was even included in the list of people who must not be provoked by various organizations, becoming a well-deserved number one.

'One of the five cadres of the Port Mafia - Oda Sakunosuke. '

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This is a small town with a very backward economy, and the streets are deserted.The sand dust visible to the naked eye is constantly eroding everything on the ground, and the exposed stones are polished into various shapes, becoming the only decoration of this barren place.

Occasionally, a woman wrapped in a shabby cloth can be seen.She moved forward slowly, carrying the bucket with difficulty with withered hands, but a slightly stronger man took away the water source.

Wearing a cloak he picked up at random, and using an oversized hat to hide his appearance, the man was on his way, but suddenly stopped and stood where he was, looking at the farce ahead.

A few homeless children rushed into other people's homes for a piece of dry bread, leaving behind the panting host who could not catch up with them, swearing with sticks and speaking some dialects that only the locals could understand.

The man who was the only spectator continued walking after the figures of the group of children disappeared.Not long after turning into the alley, he took off his hat, revealing his red hair.The face that looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a long time made people realize that the man's mental state was not particularly good at this time.

In this hot country, it is rare to have a shady place. He leaned against the wall and took out his mobile phone, and found a frequently used number to call.

"Boss, I still need a map."

The person on the other end of the phone chattered endlessly, and the red-haired man listened silently. After the other party finished speaking, he covered himself again and went to visit the new mission target.

During this period, some people inevitably came up to rob, but they were all beaten to death by the red-haired man and thrown back.Finally, with a gunshot, he put down his bandaged right hand, and a group of people around him voluntarily gave way, and no one dared to approach this mysterious outsider again.

Not long ago, a wave of people stole the secrets of the port mafia and came to this remote place.That group of people seemed overconfident, thinking that they would not be hunted down by the port mafia if they ran to this barren mountainous area. At this time, they were holding a banquet to celebrate their "victory".

And just as the celebration banquet was halfway through, the communication and cheers mixed in various languages ​​were interrupted by a sudden gunshot, and with the sudden disappearance of the screams, the world suddenly stopped for a moment.

The brightly dressed woman came to her senses, broke free from her arms and wanted to rush out of here, but lost her life and fell to the ground in the next second.

"Let me go... let me go, I can give you whatever you want..."

Begging for mercy and bribes are of no use.Except for a few core members who ordered his subordinates to rush out to attract attention, and took advantage of the chaotic scene to escape from the secret passage, only Oda Sakunosuke was left standing in the middle of many corpses, taking out his mobile phone to check something.

Compared with the map sent by the anonymous person, he pushed away the large and light weight objects, and found a secret passage behind a certain wine box.

"Hey, shoot, kill him quickly!!"

In the basement, the young man who pointed a gun at the back of the red-haired man's head from behind trembled all over. His finger was at the trigger position, but he didn't press it for a long time.

Once human beings are in an environment that threatens their own lives, the fear hidden deep in their hearts will explode.The ability to think has declined, unable to resist, unable to act, just like the few core members who only shout when the guns in their hands are displayed.

Their urging was somewhat effective.

After the gunshot, the annoying sounds of struggling and threatening disappeared, and blood dripped down the transparent object on Oda Sakuyuki's assistant.

Dodging bullets from the young man behind him, he shot at a surprising angle and landed on the head of his enemy.Almost at the moment of putting away the pistol, Oda Sakunosuke picked up the broken glass on the ground and cut the throat of the last target.

Although his reaction ability has not dropped too much, the state of Oda Sakunosuke is not as indifferent as it appears.There were marks of different sizes all over the body covered by clothes, and the pain kept screaming, which made his mind clearer.

Those are by no means all the scars left by tonight, the cost of two nights of sleepless nights and successive injuries was given back to me, leaving an empty shell standing there to complete the instructions given to him by the wind-up person.

Oda Sakunosuke ignored the mess on the ground and left, leaving behind the ruins after the ceremony.

In this chaotic town with constant brawls, the killer doesn't even have to clean up the scene when he's done.There will always be a new group of newcomers occupying the field here, and all sins will be forgotten.

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When it’s time to get off work, people drag their tired bodies on the road late at night to seek the fun and relaxation that are rarely seen in daily life.

The small street is bustling again, and many people are willing to come to this kind of place before going home, eat some high-calorie food, drink and have fun, comforting the body and mind after a tiring day.

In the private room of a hotel in Yokohama, several people in black suits were already drunk and unconscious, and began to talk about their work regardless of their own image.

"I heard that that person is back again, and now everyone I know is praying that he can be sent to the Central Plains cadres."

"At first, I thought that the cadres who were not as smart as humans were the limit. Who would have thought that if this was gone, they could find a similar monster that would kill whoever the leader asked them to kill."

"I went to work under him that day, and he was shot to death. Before I could react, the hostile organization was..."

"The leader said that no one would stay, and he really didn't let anyone go. He didn't even bat an eye, and everyone who was considered to be damned died."

The drunk who is still afraid, even if he is drunk, can't make him forget what he experienced that day.

Mr. Cadre rushed up to meet the enemy's guns, and was not injured at all.He seemed to have seen through the enemy's actions, and even analyzed clearly how he would be hit by bullets.

Inevitably splashed with blood, Sakunosuke Oda, who was covered in blood, sat in the middle of the corpses and wiped his gun when his subordinates cleaned up the scene, as if he wasn't the one who just wiped out a small organization.

Drinking another glass of wine to strengthen his courage, the unnamed mafia member once again recalled the scene that was too scary.

"Being close to him is like being swallowed for a day. Such a person is actually living by our side... Most of the people who betrayed him are solved by him."

"No matter where you go, as long as the leader gives an order, the other party won't even have a chance to intercede and explain, and all evidence against the port mafia will be completely destroyed."

The members who looked a little older were also drunk as they sat on the sidelines.He smashed the wine glass on the table, and the ice cubes collided with the glass wall to make a crisp sound, and some liquid spilled out, making the already messy table even more chaotic.

"I heard that he was a subordinate of that cadre a few years ago. He didn't kill anyone. It was a joke among the mafia, so he escaped unharmed in the end and didn't die. It can't be that he was stimulated by something now. Bar?"

Someone who was still sober next to him came up, as if he was talking about a big secret, very cautious.

"That gentleman once told his subordinates that the Oda cadres are very strong, but no one believed it at the time. I didn't expect... Also, how can the person who can be recognized by Mr. Dazai be an ordinary low-level member."

It's also very long, and the drunken talk in these receptions will only be a vent late at night, forgotten by everyone the next day, and disappeared in daily memories.

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One of the five cadres of the port mafia, Sakunosuke Oda, finally returned to the headquarters after a business trip for nearly two months.The cadre who was summoned by the leader as soon as he got off the plane went straight to his destination—the tallest building in Yokohama without even putting his luggage home.

"Welcome back." The leader of the gang looked like a harmless middle-aged man with a smile on his face.But as a former underground doctor, he was "appointed" as the leader by the tyrannical ancestors, and personally developed the port mafia into what it is today.

"It's hard work for you to solve so many things in a row. I won't delay your rest time, and please go back to deal with your injuries as soon as possible."

The closed door blocked the clear transmission of the sound.The sweet complaints of the little girl behind the door faded away, and the quarrels about clothes and desserts could still be heard vaguely, which was completely different from the serious atmosphere just now.

Oda Sakunosuke was standing on the elevator that he had ridden countless times in recent years.He felt himself constantly falling, overlooking the scenery of Yokohama, and once again stepped onto this familiar yet unfamiliar land.

He went from the top to the bottom.

It was already midnight, but Mr. Cadre's destination was not his home.He first drove to an uninhabited place.Without human interference, plants grow freely here, exuding a simple and natural atmosphere.

Oda Sakunosuke sat on the unnamed monument that was clung to by vines and integrated with the surrounding scenes, looking up at the beautiful starry sky that cannot be seen in the city.

The moon and stars, which do not emit light by themselves, naturally cannot illuminate such a remote place without even a street lamp. It is pitch black and only the faint sound of insects can be heard, making people immersed in this inexpressible tranquil atmosphere.

The night is indeed a good cover, covering up all the sorrow and pain.

With the disappearance of the sense organs, the emotions are buried deep in the heart.Like a statue, the man stands here with the stele behind him.

Oda Sakunosuke returned to the apartment at dawn, and his body, which had been supported by his will for a long time, finally collapsed due to injuries and fatigue.

He barely controlled himself to lie down on the bed, avoiding the consequences of aggravating the injury by sleeping on the ground.The moment he touched the bed, Oda Sakunosuke fell into a coma.

The bed curtain, which has not been drawn for a long time, creates an environment suitable for rest.The arrangement of items was cold and stiff, which made the whole room less angry.

The person on the bed was falling into an uneasy sleep, dreaming the same dream he had had countless times.