put on my white vest

When Oda Sakunosuke saw the file bag Gin left for him, he was a little surprised.

Forged identity certificates, and the number is eight, which means that the other party has considered himself, the chef and five children, and Dazai Osamu, who is already a high-ranking Hong Kong/black person.

He pursed his lips and frowned, feeling somewhat complicated.

Although I have always regarded him as a friend, I never thought that the man who was very loyal to the organization would be willing to help him escape from Hong Kong/Black and defect to the bright side, and he arrived in time and rescued five people from Mimic. Children and Uncle Chef.

This is really...

Vibration and ringing sounded, it was Osamu Dazai's phone call.

Oda Sakunosuke quickly picked it up, and the current cadre's urgent voice came from inside: "He's gone to find André Gide."

"Boss Mori... Ogai Mori made a deal with the Supernatural Secret Service, and the children's information was also leaked by Hong Kong/Black. The leader seems to think that we will break away from the organization and defect, and the removal of Mimic must be the port black/ Made by hand party."

The red-haired man suffocated, and he stood up from the wooden chair immediately after being mentally prepared: "I'll go find him—"

"Gide's ability has the same effect as mine, Gin is very bad for him!"

"I'm still looking for the location of the Mimic stronghold. Even if I use the cadre's permission application materials, it will take 10 minutes."

"Odasaku," Dazai Osamu's tone became a little dignified, "You wait for me in the safe house, and I will go find you when I get the information."

"……okay, I get it."

"Didn't that guy always write to urge you to organize the outline? After that..."

"……Yes, I will."

Oda Sakunosuke replied softly: "I will publish the novel, and when the time comes... I will give each of you a copy."

"Remember to write a book review for me."

"of course."

"That's it for now, I'll find you soon."

"beep--"

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, his originally calm face quickly turned dark, which made the head of the intelligence department tremble.

He looked at the trembling intelligence officer with cold eyes: "How long will it take?"

"Seven...seven minutes, the new information requires key decoding, so it will be...slower."

"Send it to my phone."

Osamu Dazai turned around and left without giving the intelligence personnel any room to refute.

A few minutes doesn't seem like much time in normal times, but it's different now.

"Master Dazai... This is not in compliance with the regulations. Information with the highest level of confidentiality can only be..."

——Materials with the highest level of confidentiality can only be submitted in person.

This is the rule of the intelligence department, but the black-haired cadre is obviously not in the mood to abide by it now.

He slowly looked back sideways, the face of a young man was full of haze, and a storm was brewing in his iris-colored eyes.

"I said—send it to my mobile phone."

"Yes Yes!!"

Five minutes later, Osamu Dazai, who was sitting in the car, received the document.

Memorizing the location by heart, he almost let the pointer of the car break through the dial, having never driven a car before.

The relationship between Osamu Dazai and Gin has always been delicate.

He is not a noisy and trusting partner like Nakahara Chuya, nor is he a close friend who drinks and chats like Oda Saku and Ango.

And the other party is more familiar with his former subordinate Ango Sakaguchi and Oda Sakunosuke who was a temporary partner than himself.

Above colleagues, below friends?

But there was no question that Osamu Dazai didn't want Gin to die, especially because of that crazy André Gide.

Screaming brakes sounded under the safe house. The red-haired killer had been waiting downstairs for a long time. Seeing his friend, Dazai Osamu was taken aback. Odasaku... took his guns and ammunition, and said coldly. It's not like the usual him.

The black-haired cadre pursed his lips and remained silent. The two quickly exchanged driver's seats and drove from the former killer all the way to the vicinity of the Mimic stronghold.

There was a palpable sense of fear in their hearts.

Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda, the two mature mafia gangsters, are trying their best not to find the silver hair that has become withered and dull somewhere.

In the next moment, [Seamless Clothes] activates.

The red-haired killer's pupils dilated instantly, and he seemed to hear the explosion that made his eardrums buzz a hundred meters away, and he saw the building that was about to be gradually engulfed by the fire in his eyes.

His body was faster than his brain, and without thinking too much, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards the back garden wall where the fire was still relatively small

Osamu Dazai, who had no time to react, was stunned for a moment, until he heard a roaring explosion the next second.

"I am fine."

"......real."

The silver-haired killer, who had never been treated so carefully in this world, was in a delicate mood, and even the slight pain in his body subsided a lot.

You may not believe it... I traded for Gide almost without injury.

#The Power of Science#

#There is nothing that one eight eggs (bombs) can't solve#

Oda Sakunosuke gave a look of disapproval, but he kept pulling out a pile of medical equipment and disinfection tools from his hands, but he was really fine when he saw people, so the red-haired old father who was relieved immediately began to educate his friends .

"Gin, you are too messy this time."

The silver-haired killer was silent, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he noticed the bulging equipment bag on the back of the red-haired man... So he confidently and quickly carried out reverse ideological education.

"Heh, each other, you almost emptied the arsenal in my safe house?"

Qin Jiu snatched away the pistol/gun stuck in Oda Zuo's back waist: "And you should go, the logistics team will come to finish soon, you can't be seen."

Osamu Dazai cut off the conversation, he took two steps forward with hesitation, stared at his murderous and bloody colleagues, and said with a tight corner of his mouth, "Those identification certificates..."

The silver-haired cadre replied lightly: "It's the same for you anyway, isn't it?"

Based on his understanding of this person, whether killing people in the hail of bullets or saving people while cheering and praising, for Osamu Dazai, both lives are equally boring and meaningless. , it is easier to find a reason not to want to die than the other side.

Maybe this guy who is so sad all day long is naturally suitable to be a confidant brother hero.

"And be less self-indulgent,"

Looking at Osamu Dazai who was lost in thought, the silver-haired man continued to sneer, "For you, I just don't want people who miss work to always be an eyesore in front of me."

"Even if you stay here, you won't be able to work hard in the future, right? Leave by yourself or I'll send you away. Choose."

Social animals who don't work hard might as well run away quickly, at least in this way the documents of Osamu Dazai can be distributed to other departments for correction, and social animals who are fishing have lost their souls long ago.

Ignoring the silent and thoughtful black-haired boy, the silver-haired cadre looked at Oda Sakunosuke.

He directly used declarative sentences plainly: "You are longing for the life on the other side, and it started a year ago."

"..."

"...Yeah, you still saw it."

The red-haired killer showed a bitter smile. Ever since he started sorting out the outline of the novel, he felt more and more that he should abandon his once dark life and completely devote himself to the bright side.

But this also made him full of struggles. He is the only person in Qinjiu who can be regarded as a friend. He even wants to thank the other party for his great push to write a novel...

If he just left for the reason of 'writing a novel'... even this indifferent man would be sullen.

Lian Hechuan: Thank you for the invitation, no, please go to Wuzhen, please.

The person who puts on a shell is a contractor from another world. Whether it is a hard-working party or a friend, even Tsurukawa hopes that his friends can walk on the path they want.

So the silver-haired killer raised his gun, which was still slightly hot, and aimed his gun at the half-kneeling red-haired friend: "Leave before I change my mind."

"Otherwise I will execute the guy who intends to defect on the spot."

Next time we meet, I hope we are enemies.

Facing the black hole/mouth, Oda Sakunosuke did not look away but fell into a whirlpool of silence.

He finally got up slowly and took two steps back, taking a deep look at the silver-haired friend who was sitting on the ground with his right hand supporting his upper body.

"..."

"……it is good."

Since even you do not object to my seeking a new path, then I will try it with the attitude of being grateful for life.

However, before that——

The red-haired killer looked at another friend who fell silent, and invited with a smile: "Let's go together, Dazai."

"I don't know if it's appropriate to say these words as a friend, but Gin is right, you will never find the meaning you want in the port mafia."

Speaking of this, Oda Sakunosuke restrained his smile, and persuaded him seriously and earnestly: "You are different from Gin. In the day-to-day fighting, you still won't find what you want."

——“So why don’t you follow me to the other side.”

——"I'll stay with you until you find a reason to live, so don't worry, Dazai."

The red-haired man stretched out his hand to the black-haired cadre, and the silver-haired killer at the side also cooperated to point the gun at the shaken Osamu Dazai.

#How can I turn a blind eye to those who should cooperate with your performance.JPG#

After a long silence, the center of attention of the two finally shook, and he broke the silence with a self-mockery.

"I really didn't expect...hahahahaha."

So it turns out that people like me have a chance to get out of the darkness, this feeling, this hope...not bad...

"Okay~ Even Oda Saku said that, so I'll go over there with you and have a look."

"But in this way, we will soon be enemies, Gin-kun. But before that, I'm going to give Slug's car and his wine cellar to..."

Seeing the cadre who was about to defect and start planning to kill the cadre's car in front of his face, Gin shot Osamu Dazai's ear and hit him.

"Go away."

——Go, go, the story that belongs to your future, it's time to start.

Feeling that the progress of the mission was finally full, the contractor curled up in his heart.