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Nakahara Chuya was about to make Osamu Dazai blood splatter on the spot, but more and more enemies around him made him unable to take time off, and Osamu Dazai sat lazily on the chair, making comments from time to time ——Oh, Chuya, doesn't it hurt when you raise your leg so high?

"Get out!" Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his voice.

Osamu Dazai smiled even more happily when he heard this, and he was holding a communicator in his hand, which he had found out from the enemy before. Nakahara sometimes even wondered if this person had been a thief on the street before joining the port mafia.

He deciphered the password on the communicator, stood up suddenly, put his hands on his lips, and cheered Zhongyuan Zhongya with a playful smile: "...to solve it quickly, Zhongye!"

Chuya Nakahara used gravity to smash several people through the deck again, and when he turned around, he found that Osamu Dazai had run out from the safety zone behind him, jumping on the railing like a grasshopper, he simply couldn't see it and was out of mind, anyway, Osamu Dazai It wasn't that easy to die, the enemy's blood was all over the place, and he already felt his feet slipping when he stepped on the deck.

No matter how many serious names the port mafia has, be it Mori's New Building Co., Ltd. or Mori's Yuyang Co., Ltd., it is still a violent organization in the final analysis. Whoever has the larger proportion will form an alliance with a smile like a dog one second, and draw their guns to fight in the next second.

All too common.

The string orchestra in the cruise ship has stopped playing music, and the gorgeous lamps have been shattered one by one by gravity, and the glass and crystal stubbles are scattered all over the ship like rain, but there is no screaming, and those who can come here are not idiots, seeing the momentum No, they all started looking for ways to save themselves.

The number of lifeboats for cruise ships in Yokohama is much higher than normal standards.

There was a muffled explosion.

Nakahara was also stunned, and the next second his face became strange. This kind of situation is rare. A cruise ship was detonated in the middle of the empty sea. There were a series of unrelated people on board. The bastard was still nowhere to be seen at this time. After hearing the explosion, the enemy seemed to be crazy, and the ferocity increased exponentially.

Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but also feel tricky, regardless of whether his supernatural power is enough to support him floating in the sea for a long time, not to mention there is a mackerel that is holding back. In less than 30 seconds, the chain explosion has rushed to the front. The bursting fire, with the blazing heat that can burn bones, billows black smoke.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand to cover his eyes, kicked hard at the wall, and even pierced through the hard steel plate of the cabin. The wind and waves caused by the explosion made his tie sway wildly in the wind. Eyes glanced astern.

"Ch————!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head.

The fire burned the sea into a gorgeous orange red, and the jet speedboat skimmed across the sea like an arrow. The tail broke through the water and made snow-white waves. I don't know where he threw it, and the two kite eyes stared at him with a smile: "Do you think we look like heroes..."

"Shut up for me, or I'll kick you down."

"You are so dirty, Chuya, my clothes tonight are clean."

Osamu Dazai, how dare you say that.

Nakahara also rudely pushed Osamu Dazai back, raised his legs and sat on it, and looked at Osamu Dazai face to face for a few seconds, then pushed the man's head to the side in agitation: "Can you cannot--"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Fair wind, 65 degrees west by south."

Nakahara Zhong also raised his hand and shot twice with bang bang.

"- out of the fucking way."

Nakahara also moved his arm away from Osamu Dazai's shoulder, and two figures with guns on the side of the cruise ship fell in response. He threw away the empty ammo neatly, and took out a new one from Osamu Dazai's jingle cat coat. The gun in his right hand is suitable for aiming at the head, and the gun in his left hand is suitable for scalding the foolish pretty face of the person in front of him.

But before he had time to act, the speedboat suddenly tipped against the water, and Zhongyuan Zhong also habitually used supernatural powers to maintain his balance, but the red light suddenly disappeared in the next second, and he was almost shaken into the sea, and the bullets fired by the enemy stuck to him Wiping his scalp, he didn't care about cursing when the speedboat straightened up again, and shot a bullet directly at the grenade thrown behind him.

A ball of fire burned in the air.

The clips were emptied one after another. When he continued to take out the pocket of Jingle Cat, Osamu Dazai said slowly, "It's gone."

"Chuya, crushing a rock and imitating a gorilla and throwing it backwards won't have the same effect?" Osamu Dazai complained quickly, "Wasting bullets is wasting my gun, and you can't even get rid of these people. You should really apologize .”

"I don't want it, it's more handsome with a gun."

Even so, both of them knew the real reason. Chuya Nakahara relied too much on supernatural powers in the past, and now Koyo Ozaki obliterated the enemy in the normal way as required.

How can the reserve top cadre of the port mafia only have the trump card of supernatural power?

Nakahara also fired the last bullet, and put Colt back on Osamu Dazai. He was not used to using a gun, and the enemies chasing after him were all dead, and there were ships approaching in the distance, Osamu Dazai Perfunctorily, he continued to twist the accelerator. After twisting it for a while, he moaned, "My hand hurts."

"What kind of squeamish young lady are you, Dazai! Don't be disgusting!"

Osamu Dazai looked at him unhappily, let go of his hand, let the speedboat galloping on the sea lose its balance in a rapid and out-of-control posture, and at the same time retracted his hand, tightly stuck on the seat so as not to fly out, Zhongya Nakahara Pulling back on the handle at the nick of time.

This thing was almost going to fall over, and Shuanghei would become two dogs in the water. In a flash, he really had the idea of ​​kicking Osamu Dazai down.

He took a deep breath.

"Don't move around, or you'll get shot." Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips.

[—Dirty Sorrow. ]

Except for Osamu Dazai, Nakahara Chuya and the speedboat all had a burst of red light. Accompanied by the deafening roar of the motor, the speed this time was completely incomparable to the previous one. It cuts like a knife on the skin.

Osamu Dazai tugged on Chuya Nakahara's suit jacket, whimpering him to drive slowly, and at the same time shrank behind him in an overly weak manner.

With Chuya Nakahara in front, the wind pressure suddenly weakened. Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and yawned, but he was in such a happy mood that he could open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard those real and unpretentious laughter behind him, his body paused, and his eyes quickly bent.

Osamu Dazai did not expect the effect of jumping out of his mind to heal by jumping into a river.

Unexpected joy.

…is there really any suicide health law?

He was perplexed from the bottom of his heart for a while, thinking that if his subordinates encountered brain problems in the future, they would throw them into the river and soak them, and the place where Osamu Dazai jumped into the river might be some kind of panacea.

However, compared to watching this person shrinking back half dead and spitting black mud, he felt that it would be good if the status quo could be maintained.

The speedboat flew all the way to the shore, and Guangjin Liulang had already been on the shore to meet them. When he saw the two of them, he bowed respectfully: "Mr. Dazai, Mr. Zhongyuan."

No one paid him any attention.

Two teenagers of similar ages quarreled for some unknown reason. Trash talk kept coming and going, and the air seemed to be hot. One lowered the other and looked up, with the same anger on their faces, except that one was genuine. One is upset, the other is pretending.

The dirty coat, the dirty face, the shining eyes.

How young, Guangjin Liulang couldn't help thinking as he looked at the two noisy people in front of him.

Dazai Osamu swept to the shore from the corner of his eye, suddenly remembered something, and ordered to Guangjin Liulang, with a loose tone: "By the way, Mr. Guangjin, let the rescue team rescue all the people trapped at sea later."

Zhongyuan Zhongya choked on half of the curses all at once, and the blue irises spread out in shock.

Osamu Dazai talked about Chuya Nakahara as if nothing had happened, saying that the watchdog should send the owner home safely, and send a crab meat dish to the door by the way. Nakahara Nakaya didn't even hear what he was saying, and his mind was full of only an idea.

That Dazai.

——When did you start caring about other people’s lives?

Even Dazai's subordinates in the port mafia will choose to keep him at a respectful distance. After all, no one can understand the black ghost of the port mafia. Amazing achievements also mean amazing dangers. Countless blood and bones have accumulated in the world of Dazai. His reputation, and his coldness, just listening to it makes people feel creepy.

Is it bad to live?

Life is meaningless in the eyes of Osamu Dazai. He uses human beings like tools, and saving the lives of his subordinates is just to make better use of chess pieces. If necessary, Osamu Dazai will send his subordinates to die without blinking an eye.

"Chuya, are you out of anger?" Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips, "Are you so surprised? Even if I didn't tell you, wouldn't you still ask Mr. Hirotsu to save someone?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also came back to his senses.

He would indeed do this, but that's not the point, but that it was said by Osamu Dazai—it was as strange as Osamu Dazai knelt down in front of him and begged for mercy and said, Lord Nakahara, I will be your dog forever.

...However, the latter is not impossible.

"……whatever."

Nakahara Nakaya opened the door of the sports car with a complicated face. His whole year's scare quota was used up tonight, his thoughts wandered to strange directions, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Putting himself on the co-pilot, he glanced at it, but didn't bother to speak. The bright red sports car was wriggling on the road at a terrific speed.

Osamu Dazai hummed a song, took out a roll of bandages from his pocket, and wrapped them around his face according to the reflection of the glass, one circle after another until it covered one eye. After a while, I couldn't help rolling my eyes.

After wrapping up the bandage, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to pull the door of the car refrigerator, but only found a bottle of red wine. He stared at the bottle with disgust, as if he saw the source of all evil: "Chuya, your taste-ahh, It's really hopeless."

"What? I bought this specially when I went to France. A poor man like you can't imagine its price. If you dare to throw it away, bastard—"

"Ok?"

Osamu Dazai flicked the bottle cap lightly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his voice immediately, trying to create a kind smile: "What do you want to drink?"

"Whiskey, the kind with ice hockey." Osamu Dazai sighed heavily: "The beauty of whiskey is absolutely incomprehensible in the picture, the feeling that can burn the throat..."

"Yeah, stop the car." He looked sideways outside with great interest, while slapping Nakahara Chuya's arm indiscriminately: "There's a bar over there."

"Fortunately, you can see it." Zhongya Nakahara followed Dazai Osamu's line of sight, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's actually in that kind of place."

There is no light in the narrow alleyway, and the mist that permeates it is illuminated by the moonlight. It is blurry and pale, and the hanging wires are scattered between the buildings. There is a signboard with a retro portrait painted on it, which makes the surrounding fog red. The signboard seems to be old for some years, and the light bulb on it is not very sensitive, and it will be on and off for a while.

He squinted his eyes and took a long time to see the letters on the signboard.

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