put on my white vest

Even if you are disgusted, you must persistently face the rejection of your colleagues. This is one of the rules of survival in the workplace for adults.

With the burning gaze, Dazai still had the cheek to say: "It's so sad~ I didn't expect that I would have such a bad image in the eyes of Chuya and Gin."

Gin was silent, but Zhongyuanzhong did explode at one point. He blushed and roared loudly:

"You guys still have the nerve to say... whoever drove my car to the mission site and returned me a pile of scrap metal, bastard!!"

"There are also credit card bills, don't just sign my name... By the way, did you still use my name to deceive the little girl when you were on a mission last week!!"

Too many to write, Dazai.

But when it comes to cars, Gin’s iconic Porsche 356A almost got killed by Dazai—if he hadn’t installed an electric shock device on the door handle to recognize fingerprints earlier.

This car is very difficult to buy in this world, and he bought this one from Mr. System's mall with points from daily and small branches.

But the points he can collect from these tasks that are not related to the main line are not many...Anyway, the car is very expensive, please keep Dazai away from it as much as possible.

So he lit a cigarette whose 'convertible' button was turned on in the system mall after he was an adult, and took a deep breath to gloat over his misfortune.

"I've already sent Chuya the blueprint of that identification device, so don't even try to do anything to the car, Dazai."

The black-haired boy was instantly discouraged: "Hey, so cunning."

"And do you both call each other names, it's so gross."

Lian Hechuan looked at Osamu Dazai, who deliberately dragged his tone to be cute, and felt that his complexion must be as ugly as drinking expired red wine.

He retreated tactically, had a plan in mind, and simply let go of the character design, and deliberately replied with the same sweet and greasy tone...

——"Are you jealous, Ji?"

The silver-haired killer who was between a teenager and a young man deliberately made his voice low and hoarse after drinking, just like a bass bass gently rubbing against his ears, which made people blush and heartbeat.

Osamu Dazai lived up to everyone's expectations and showed a horrible expression.

But how could he just admit defeat, after clearing his throat...

——"It's a little bit~ array."

So you still remember Gin's real name is Kurosawa Jin.

The two black/hands/parties in black looked at each other, and they danced wildly with goosebumps in their throats.

"Excuse me, Gin."

"Ah, Dazai."

"Drink a bar."

"Well, drink and drink."

Only Zhong Yuan, who had already drank in a daze, looked at this and that, not knowing what happened.

**

A few days later.

In the afternoon, inside a broken mid-rise office building in Yokohama.

Lian Hechuan turned sideways to avoid the bullets that came straight towards the door, contracted his arm muscles and jumped to the other side on the overturned table, threw out the dagger he picked up on the ground, and temporarily hid behind the cover.

This small and medium-sized organization named 'Ball' recently recruited an unexpectedly powerful person with supernatural powers, and the inflated Ball thought that he had the capital to dominate in Yokohama.

For 5000 billion rumors, they raided a warehouse under the name of the Communist Party and stole valuable finances and supplies.

□□Naturally, it is impossible to allow them to trample on their dignity. The silver hand order to wipe out their opponents is the Hades post issued by Mori Ogai to this organization.

The ability of the person with the supernatural ability on the opposite side is a flammable phosphorous powder, which cannot be underestimated in terms of destructive power.

Gin is good at assassination, and generally he would not be able to complete the task of confronting the enemy head-on, but recently Yokohama is really undercurrent and there is no spare manpower, so Mr. Lao can only hold his nose to fight.

However, it is still within the scope of ability.

The battlefield competition of real knives and real wooden warehouses is not only the strength of ability, but also brains, experience, strategy and luck.

Even Tsurukawa has been in this shell for two years. During this period, he has completed hundreds of tasks, large and small. Coupled with the rich experience of Gin Jiu, it is not an exaggeration to kill a Yokohama newcomer who does not know the heights of the sky and the earth.

The gray-purple phosphor powder fell to the ground, instantly ignited a raging flame with crackling sound, and the vicious-looking young man swaggered provocatively: "Hey, aren't you a cadre of the port mafia? Shrinking turtle?"

"In this case, I will take your life!"

After saying that, he rushed forward with all his might.

Lian Hechuan shook his head when he saw it, posture, strength, agility... this guy is full of flaws.

The effective range of his phosphorous powder is two meters, that is to say, he cannot fight in close quarters. Besides him, there are nine armed men from Ball nearby, all of whom are staring at his head.

"Ah."

With a sneer, Gin Jiu took the first step. The bullet with a tricky angle shot through the skull of an enemy first, followed by a small hand grenade with enhanced firepower. Cannon fodder.

The smooth movement continued, and then he closed his eyes and opened the small map in his head, pulled it away towards the direction with the most red dots and threw it hard——

The opponents who were caught off guard were all stabbed in the eyes by the super powerful guns specially designed for silver-haired cadres, and even those with supernatural powers had to fall to the ground and howl.

Except for Lian Hechuan, who can open the map blindly with his eyes closed, no one can move freely under this intensity of white light.

The next step is very simple, the high-level and the superpowers pull back to the organization to squeeze out the value, and the bottom-level shoots and sees each other in the next life.

mission completed.

**

When they walked out of the gate, the logistics team was whispering.

"Is that the grown-up?"

"Who else but him, even such a difficult task can be completed cleanly!"

"It's amazing..."

"Hey, who are you talking about?"

"You're new here, who else is here?"

The newcomer scratched his head in embarrassment, and humbly asked, "Could it be that cadre..."

"That's right..."

"It's the one who became a cadre a few months ago at the age of 18..."

"The Port Mafia's 'Silver Slug/Slug' - Gin!"

"I know, I know, my lord..."

"Eh?! It's true, but I've actually heard of it..."

Not far away, Ango Sakaguchi glanced lightly at the low-level staff who were excitedly discussing high-level gossip, turned his head and said cautiously to his boss: "Sorry, I will let them learn to restrain themselves."

"...Excuse me, Sakaguchi."

God knows that the first time he heard that his nickname was 'Silver Bullet', the silver-haired killer almost spit out the coffee in his cup.

Though SilverBullet is a fitting title given the combination of hair color, frequently used weapons and his status in the organization...

...But somehow I feel sorry for Edogawa Conan and Akai Shuichi.

But now there is no time to complain about him, the killer who just finished a batch of work and opened the small map provided by Mr. System.

The three-dimensional map of the building is unfolded. In the layout of each floor, except for the green names of the same camp, the dead gray names are checked layer by layer...

Um! ?

How come there is a yellow name?

"Shinji..." Recited the name in a low voice, feeling familiar Lian Hechuan made the right decision.

He said to his busy subordinates: "I still have something to do. You can go back to the headquarters directly after finishing the work. The documents haven't been approved yet this week."

Without looking at the expression of Ango Sakaguchi who was crushed by the documents, Lian Tsurukawa walked up the stairs from the side door on the other side to the fourth floor with his pockets in his pocket.

The logistical force is busy on other floors. There is only the chill of the night and the lingering smell of blood in the air. At first glance, the whole place is empty and uninhabited. This is a small organization that is trying to make an enemy of Hong Kong/Black. The last tombstone.

However, when he came to the end of the corridor, opened the door of the tool room, and removed the cleaning tools used as a cover, the shivering person inside the cardboard box was... a little boy?

"Is the name... Shinji?" Lian Tsurukawa remembered, isn't this one of the five orphans adopted by Sakunosuke Oda and caused by the resistance?

Today is the third day of the event known as the "Dragon Head Struggle" in the historical sense.

Even the large, medium and small organizations in Yokohama haven't created an exclusive name for this event that will soon become the dark side of the entire country. I didn't expect this kid to be so unlucky that he was involved in it at the very beginning.

The little boy heard a strange male voice call out his name in a low voice. As a young child who was innocently involved in the fighting, he trembled more violently, and even his rapid breathing was obviously crying, with his head tucked into his arms The middle curled up in a corner and shivered.

Lian Hechuan turned on his mobile phone and checked the personnel arrangement. If his memory is correct, the logistics team dispatched today is indeed...

"Shinji—"

Sure enough, Oda Sakunosuke's voice came from around the corner along with hurried footsteps.

The red-haired youth found the little boy who had survived when he started packing up the corpses today. He originally planned to hide him in the tool room and take him to find his parents after the armed forces of both sides left.

In this way, if this boy is the enemy's boss, letting those low-level personnel who really have no combat effectiveness deal with it is not as good as his former killer.

It's just that I didn't expect that Qin Jiu, who has become a cadre, will personally lead the team today. His ability to see the distribution of personnel is really...

"What to do, will he attack Shinji..."

The leader's order is to wipe out the enemy. Strictly speaking, the unknown people involved in the little boy are also within the scope of the annihilation. Oda Sakunosuke knows that no rational killer will let such unstable factors remain in the world. .

But his supernatural ability is [Seamless Clothes], which can predict what will happen within five seconds, since he didn't see the silver-haired killer attacking himself and Shinji...

Oda Sakunosuke hesitated, and cautiously stood at a safe distance of five steps away.

When Lian Hechuan saw the red-haired man's tangled facial expression, he knew that he was thinking about something inhumane.

But even Gin himself...wouldn't just shoot three or four year olds at will!

Combined with the memories brought by the shell, the most likely move of Master Qin himself is to bring people back to the black organization for brainwashing/brainwashing, cultivating qualified tool people from an early age, so that children can also shine for the worrying future of the winery.

Let alone Lian Hechuan in a gin shell.

So Oda Sakunosuke stared blankly at the silver-haired boy who took two steps and one step forward quickly, picked up Shinji's collar and threw it into his arms with a gentle movement.

"Good."

He dropped a sentence in a calm voice, and the black/hand/party exuding a dangerous atmosphere turned and left without hesitation, leaving only his non-threatening supplement in the air.

"no next time."

Oda Sakunosuke heaved a sigh of relief, he hugged the teary-eyed little boy and subconsciously thanked him in a low voice as he left, and bowed.

'It's a good man... the young cadre, Mr. '