put on my white vest

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

'Passion has changed owners' and 'Passion is working with Mirufiore' - these are the gossips that have been going crazy in the streets of Italy lately.

The vast majority of people normally compare the two organizations, as if Mirufiore has instantly transformed into a mature mafia, reaching the top group—sitting with Passion.

At the same time, they unknowingly began to chat about Gambino's stories in those years, relishing the deeds of the deceased old godfather in those years, and even set off an upsurge in publishing documentary books.

Of course everything behind it is not simple.

Rome, Italy.

Lermontov once again picked out useful information from the rain of papers, and knocked on Bai Lan's door after dragging his body upside down day and night after working overtime.

"Boss, I sent the information."

"Comein~"

The Russian breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the door and entered the office with modern decoration, and began to report the situation in Italian with a corrected accent.

"People's attention has been drawn to the new boss of Passion's anti-drug issue, and we have won the shares of Linkedin in a low-key manner;

According to your plan, we can complete a sweep of the North American financial market in seven years; regarding the control of public opinion, the social account you mentioned is already in preparation..."

With dry mouth, Lermontov finished the important news.

He stood in front of the solemn godfather's seat and hesitated for a while, but finally he didn't have the courage to ask out his curiosity.

Bai Lan seemed to appreciate his subordinate's hesitation to speak, so he deliberately ignored the other's strong thirst for knowledge and waved him away.

Then it's work, work, work...

The life of the mafia is so boring, so he has to occasionally grab a few assassination team tasks to play.

Oh yes, they are no longer named 'Assassination Team', replaced by 'Guardian of Mirufiore' - a name that was despised as nasty and secondary, but in the end it will still be aggressively reported.

If it weren't for the consideration of the family image, the contractors really wanted to get a basket of gems for a cross-dimensional real-life cosplay—or force them to call themselves "Seven Flowers" or something.

He imagined the scene of Risut with green eyeshadow and big emerald waves codenamed 'kikyo'...

#Forget it, I will be punished by jo kitchen#

Half a month passed quickly, before the scorching heat of summer came, Passion's new boss, Giorno Giovanna, who was only 15 years old, walked into Madame Luisa's manor with a group of Bucciarati team .

Today is the day to sign the cooperation agreement.

The ink on the paper in front of Bai Lan was still wet, and the cotton candy impatiently occupied the hand holding the pen.

"Speaking of which, Giogio, are you not afraid that I will tear up the agreement now? I still have a lot of experience in this regard."

Puffing up his cheeks, Bai Lan suddenly felt a little depressed, and made a declaration in the eyes of everyone in Mirufiore: "Suddenly kill the leader of the friendly side and take the opportunity to start a war, as long as the time machine that can travel through ten years is not invented Come out, I can conquer the world 100%~"

Before Giorno expressed his opinion on his roommate's sudden convulsions, the senior executives of Passion who suffered from 'Branjeso ptsd' during many meetings couldn't sit still.

The irritable old Ge took the lead in slapping the table, showing no sign of weakness in Mirufiore Fang's increasingly dangerous eyes.

Regarding the division of interests between the two organizations, Fugo and Holmaggio had fought over [-] rounds at the negotiating table.

In the end, Bugarati and Risut, who still had a headache, took them away respectively, and Giorno made a compromise for the intelligence in the smiling expression of his roommate.

Fuge has always been brooding about this, if he didn't dare to put [Purple Smoke] on the negotiating table, tsk.

"Haha, I'm just kidding," Bai Lan waved at his subordinates. He himself felt that he could continue to make waves, "Are you angry, Panacorda~"

Panna Corda...

It's not been a day or two since Bailan Jesso spoke lightly, and Pannakoda Fugo still remembers the scene when the other party called Bugarati and Apache's names when they met for the first time.

Bruno and Leo, although in terms of intimacy, they can't compare to their boss' sultry 'giogio', but just shouting out like this is really... full of subtleties.

Whenever Mirufiore's boss is happy, there are a total of one and a half people who can sanction him.

One was Mrs. Louisa who was giving Bai Lan a chokehold, and the other half was Risut who intermittently dared not speak out.

Luisa hooked her fingers at Risut, and then tapped Bailan's head, which meant 'next time you don't have a proper shape, let's attack here'.She was satisfied with Risut's complicated eyes mixed with blankness and firmness before letting go.

"You are his second-in-command," Luisa told Risut again: "The second-in-command must have the awareness of 'killing him and I can take over by myself'."

Risut nodded cautiously, pretending not to hear the boss's accusation full of 'true feelings'.

But he also knew that when the phrase 'Kill them' appeared in the killer's heart, their action had been completed.Now the reason why he casually jokes about Xia Ke is only because... because Brandeso is Brandeso.

Bad, nasty, crazy... the boss of Mirufiore.

Under the auspices of his wife, the cooperation agreement was signed safely and steadily.On the way to leave, Bai Lan made an appointment with her roommate to go to a Chinese restaurant for dinner next week.

Giorno nodded in agreement, and said that this time the after-dinner fruit would definitely be bought by Bai Lan, and he had to wash it, peel it and put it on the small tea table.

The fruit duel between the two godfathers is about to begin, again.

evening.

Bai Lan, who rarely finished work in the afternoon, planned to go back early and try a new way of eating marshmallows, and then he met the resentful and self-closing head of the intelligence department on the way to the office.

Lermontov squatted in a corner with his eyes full of regret.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"I shouldn't have gone to the boss's room to 'gather information' from the very beginning. If I didn't go, I wouldn't find the silver hair of different lengths and different styles of clothing. If I didn't find it, I wouldn't be so tossed by curiosity field......"

"Lermontov."

"Ah, ah - yes!!"

The poor man who was called was shocked, he jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, and threw himself in front of Bai Lan crying bitterly.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't regard the boss's privacy as part of the intelligence, so please tell me how your lover broke through the intelligence network search, entered the headquarters and how to leave!!"

"stop!"

The intelligence director who was interrupted had earnest eyes, but the watery eyes of the 1.9-meter Slavic man obviously had no effect.

Bai Lan raised her eyebrows high, and said with a light smile, "There is no love/person."

"That hair and clothes—?!"

"Mine."

The godfather waved his hand and left happily after leaving this sentence, leaving behind Lermontov, who had a double brain hole of "fashionista Brandeso" and "shape-changing mafia/handsman fighter", standing there for a long time.

Ten minutes later, Risut, who was still carrying the bloody smell of the enemy, passed by the dim corridor. He almost sent his colleague who looked like he was on a horror film set to hell with a blade.

"Lermontov...?"

"It's me, Nero."

The Slavic man finally came back from his trance, and when he saw the person coming, he said with a sad face: "Listen Nero...you are the second in command of the boss, and the second in command must do well" no matter how strange the boss's habit is All can accept' consciousness."

"At the morning meeting next week, I will suggest the investment department to see what clothing brands are available in France."

Lermontov waved his hands following Bai Lan's example, and left pretending to be chic

So it was Risut's turn to meditate in the corridor.

Second in command... so this is the position? ?

Back in the office, someone who was stretching on the chair finally couldn't help laughing.

"Myself...really myself hahahaha."

The godfather with white hair and purple eyes stared at the silver-haired black-clothed killer who appeared out of nowhere, and said with a smile.

"If it weren't for a different world, I could even add the item 'Yokohama Gang/Gang Ambassador to Italy' to my Port Mafia CV, wouldn't it?"

Then he slowly turned his attention to the opposite side, getting used to it like controlling his own limbs.After experiencing six trillion parallel worlds, this amount of work is nothing to him.

Lian Hechuan's first vest - a model worker in a winery holding a Bretta in his hand - is slowly looking for his own persona.

' That's when I should take a look at myself and just raise the gun to cut the crap out of me. '

'The one who can smooth things over is not Fu Sangshen who uses a sword-I will only add fuel to the flames. As the fox-eared boy's mother, I am the most gentle...well, second only to the human version of the magician And the grown-up Konoha Ninja. '

All this is thanks to Mr. System's great idea and the contractor's whimsical handwriting.

The cornerstone of the world - the Dresden slate, the parallel world - the world line selected by the party A with relish, and the connection to the parallel - the bug ability that comes with the vest.

Mr. System even proposed this way: [We can consider cooperating with the department in charge of typemoon, so that you will be a heroic spirit named 'Lian Hechuan' and a different spirit foundation from its subordinates. 】

This made Lian Hechuan wonder for a while whether to complain that typemoon is so complicated that it needs a dedicated department, or to complain about myself being able to fight the Holy Grail War with myself in the future...

[But it's still a little bit worse,]

Mr. System has not forgotten his work: 【We still need a tree, the tree can spontaneously absorb energy and then transform it, the branches can be extended, and the independent world line can develop better. 】

"...Mr. System, just speak up."

Consecutive 007 Social Animal pointed out this point keenly, whether the tree is not a tree is secondary-it is because of the task.

When the worker saw through the capitalist's scheme, Mr. System, who was worried about being hung on a street lamp to show the public, could only confess in an electronic voice an octave lower.

[Your work resume is excellent, enough to be an example in the brochure provided to Party A. 】

"How many parties do you have?"

[Many, different task vests, time points of intervention, different camps... will all generate work tasks. 】

There are many potential customers, so Mr. System's company needs to make the appearance of the preparatory kanban man more attractive, just like the well-decorated model room of a real estate developer.

Lian Hechuan took over the task of "decoration materials" from the white/female ticket, and felt complicated for a while.

"...Are you sure this won't lead to unlimited monthly reading, and everyone will open Gundam in their dreams?"

The electronic sound suddenly became louder.

Mr. System patted the non-existent chest and said that their processing level was acceptable, and only took away some of the rooted branches, and the rest could be re-cultivated.

The capitalist continued: [Since the employee's evaluation has reached 'excellent', the degree of freedom in the task can be opened to the highest level, and the vest will also be selected appropriately. 】

Lian Hechuan stared at the vest card, and instantly thought of a good idea——

"Go to Yile Ramen to work!"

The most mysterious organization in Konoha Village, the ramen restaurant opened by the hand-wrestling uncle dubbed Otsutsuki Ichiraku and his daughter Ayame, because of its higher survival rate than top ninjas in various events, it was banned by Party A's master They relish talking.

The new vest has identified a person who can't do anything OOC, and he greeted himself sitting in the godfather's chair. The development of Mirufiore is still going on, so this time it needs to be turned on at the same time.

The contractor, who gradually became proficient in this feeling, asked himself and answered: "It's the first two-line operation, is there any problem?"

The pale blue pupils with white mist slowly opened, Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth, and waved his arms exaggeratedly.

"do not worry,"

"I— am invincible."