The Central Plains cadres who exploded A

Osamu Dazai's method is very simple, four words - plead guilty.

Wherever you fall, you have to get up from where you fell, and there is no need to be angry with Hezhong.

Just like what Mr. Sen said, Omega cherishes the existence that needs to be loved. He doesn't care about people rushing to get up. He won't let others take advantage of it. Zhong is also his dog, and it can only be his dog. , who had agreed to be his dog for the rest of his life, how could he sneak away halfway.

On the way back to the headquarters, Osamu Dazai also bought himself a cup of milk tea. Chuya’s office is big and comfortable, even the sofa is where he is used to sleeping. Pulling out the quilt, she fell asleep on Chuya's mackerel pillow.

Ever since he was kicked out, he had never had a good night's sleep in a strange environment, and finally returned to a familiar place, and when he closed his eyes, Osamu Dazai slept soundly.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and beside his ears was the voice of Chuya sucking noodles: "You're back, Chuya. Do you want instant noodles for lunch?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked over and took back his pillow, "What about lunch? It's already twelve o'clock in the evening. This is called supper."

He rushed to the window to see that there was no donkey in Zhong Ye, and the time passed so quickly.

After receiving the instant noodles thrown by Chuya, Osamu Dazai naturally pinned his watch and waited for 3 minutes, "Chuya received a transfer to sell antiques, have you decided to forgive me? You waited for me so late."

Osamu Dazai took a mouthful of instant noodles with a happy face. The fresh shrimp and fish noodles still had the umami taste of the sea. The soup was delicious.

Zhong Yuan's eyes were dead: "Don't think too much, it's the leader who said you have a new task, and I'm doing it for you."

After drinking the last sip of instant noodle soup, Osamu Dazai was pushed into the elevator without getting the mission details.

"Wait, Chuya, I don't want to go on a business trip." "Well, by the way, I haven't packed my luggage yet. In order not to miss the mission deadline, let's forget it!"

Zhongya Nakahara held down Osamu Dazai's footsteps as he was struggling to escape, and blocked the escape route: "Who told you to pack your luggage long ago? You didn't even open your suitcase after going out for several days. Tanaka has already sent your things to me." Arrived in Tokyo."

Osamu Dazai grabbed the door of the underground garage, and his intuition told him that this mission would be troublesome.

"Chuya, it's not fair, I was packed away, and you are still leisurely and still, aren't we partners? Being a good partner means sharing weal and woe, why don't you go to Tokyo?"

Chuya Nakahara wrapped Osamu Dazai in his coat, stuffed it in the car, and said proudly: "Of course it's because this mission is a difficult negotiation. As for me? Yokohama is only [-] kilometers away from Tokyo, so call ahead if you have something to do." I'll do."

"Oh, Mr. Guangjin is here to accompany you on this mission, so I probably don't need to do anything, so you can go out and work overtime with peace of mind! Keep an eye on the transaction from beginning to end, and see you in half a month."

Nakahara Nakaya looked gloating about getting rid of the big trouble, Dazai Osamu almost killed himself, the door was locked from the inside, Dazai Osamu who was wrapped in a coat couldn't move, so he had to be tied to the seat belt , watched the car start and took him onto the intercity expressway.

"That brainless little slug in Chuya is so happy to leave his master."

Osamu Dazai was terribly wronged, the first thing he did when he saw Mr. Guangjin Liulang was to complain.

"That little guy..."

Osamu Dazai muttered, while meeting with the matchmaking organization under the arrangement of the old man.This is an overseas organization with its headquarters in the United States. It has a famous name "Black Organization" in Japanese public security.I don't know whether such a simple and rude name was given by them themselves or by the Japanese police.

You must know that for the Jidao organization, black clothes and sunglasses are standard equipment. If you directly use the industry standard equipment to name an organization, this person is also a talent.

Just imagine, there is an agricultural group directly called 'farmers', and the tennis club is renamed 'men with rackets', isn't it a bit embarrassing?

Anyway, when Osamu Dazai saw the person on the opposite side calling himself the 'Black Organization', he was about to commit embarrassment.

When you called yourself the 'Black Organization', you opened your eyes and saw that everyone was dressed in black. Isn't it embarrassing for you to call yourself that?

In a sense, Osamu Dazai is not qualified to complain about the vulgar name of the "Black Organization", after all, the name of their organization is not much better.

Port Mafia, the full name of the Port Mafia, is called PortMafia in English. It is simple and rude based on location and occupation. Because it guards Yokohama Port, the simple and rude name does not seem to be much better than the black organization.

The man opposite was tall, with long silver hair, a black windbreaker, and a black hat. He carried an exaggerated arrogance. His aura alone made people know that he was a dangerous person.Hmm...the dress is quite similar to that of Zhong.

Qinjiu seemed to want to give the young boy in front of him a blow, and his murderous aura almost condensed into a solid body. Even the well-informed old man Guangjin tensed his body and sweated profusely.

Osamu Dazai's instinct no longer clamored to leave, but his mind was unmoved, and he openly lost his mind during the conversation with the other party, whether it was murderous or unruly, was it very powerful?

Although I, Dazai Osamu, am a weak chicken, I should also be the most knowledgeable weak chicken, using my aura to overwhelm others?You are the hot chicken.

Unruly is a common problem of geniuses, because they are too good to fit in with the world, either they have learned to pretend like Osamu Dazai, or they have become unruly like Zhong Ye, and they can scare away ordinary people with their breath.

No matter how murderous he is, can he compare to Mr. Sen who came back from the international battlefield?No matter how unrestrained a genius is, can it compare to Chuya as a god?

The biggest difference between this man who claims to be Gin and Chuya in front of him is strength and weakness. Through a simple conversation, Osamu Dazai easily discerned the strength of the other party. His intelligence is not as good as his own. Whether he can compare with Chuya is also a mystery. After all, Chuya His stupidity is only compared with himself, and it is said that he is a genius in the outside world!

Looking at Gin's pace and breath, it can be seen that the man in front of him has received scientific training, but his talent is limited, probably to the extent that Zhongye can hang with one hand.

Osamu Dazai himself was as weak as a chick, but he had already mercilessly commented on the main combat power of the black organization, and raised his head to clearly express his disdain.

Use your eyes to show what is meant by 'everyone here is hot chicken'.

Guangjin Liulang tightened his body, preparing to rescue Dazai at the first moment of the enemy's attack.

Fortunately, the black organization that negotiated with the port Mafia for the first time was cautious enough and did not turn their backs on this, and the two parties broke up after negotiating.

"They have a lot of arms, and cooperation with him can bring incalculable profits." The old man said.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the large solid wood table, a little bit missing his partner Nakahara Chuya, although they had only been separated for a long time, and they were not such a harmonious partner, even though they would pinch each other when they met, but he was so damn right now.

Although Guangjin Liulang did not stop him from fighting against the black organization, he still needed an answer to appease him.

If Zhongzai didn't need to communicate, Zhongye would understand what he meant, attack early and seize the opportunity, use his fists to turn the envoy of the black organization into a prisoner, and then use his brain to hide the headquarter of the black organization. The information gap has turned Japan's black organizations into a nest.Maybe they will be able to enter the stage of cleaning the battlefield soon.

Lying on the table, Osamu Dazai was very tired, and it was very mentally exhausting to deal with someone who was far superior to him just now. His body was still trembling slightly after being threatened by murderous aura.With eyes closed, he took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket with difficulty, and pressed the number he was familiar with.

"Will Chu also scold me? It seems childish to argue over the phone." Osamu Dazai thought silently.

The phone was not connected, but the familiar ringtone rang in my ears.

Osamu Dazai looked up in surprise, only to see the little slug he was talking about just now standing at the door of the lounge behind him.

"Ha, you idiot mackerel, why do you become a salted fish if you leave me?" Nakahara Nakaya strode over, messed up Osamu Dazai's hair, and pulled out a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You also said I was useless, this time you know how important I am? I'm timid when I'm not here. Since I found out that the black organization is selling drugs, I should let go of it. I also pretended to be arrogant, trying to lower the other party's reputation. It's a weak way to be on guard."

Osamu Dazai has a hard time describing how he feels in his heart at this moment. Suddenly he can't hear anything in his ears. Only Nakahara Chuya walking towards him is real in front of his eyes. The faint sweet smell of Chuya's body is in his nose, and in his ears is He has a vibrant voice.

Dazai Osamu was buried on Nakahara Chuya's chest, and his trembling hands stubbornly embraced Chuya's slender waist, which felt reassuring.

Nakahara Chuya vigorously ruffled Osamu Dazai's hair, and couldn't hold back his laughter: "Let's go, let's go back to the stronghold and level the black organization together."

Osamu Dazai leaned on Chuya's chest, "I didn't realize that dwarves are sometimes reliable, no wonder people always call you A!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also doesn't like to hear others say that he is A. It is okay to say that he is handsome, but A?That is contempt for his gender.

Pushing away Dazai Osamu's big face, Nakahara Nakaya took the lead and walked in front, and continued to criticize the weak chicken Dazai Osamu.

"Eh? It's too much, Chuya is my dog, and his slimy partner can't do without his master. He came to me from Yokohama, and I haven't laughed at Chuya yet. You actually detest your master. Not everyone wants to tear it up with your hands." Tank. Brain, the point is the brain. The biggest difference between any animal is the brain. As smart as I am, even if I can’t dodge the rockets, I’m still the smartest existence in the crowd.”

"Wow! You are honored to be inferior to a flock of geese in combat power? You are a weak chicken, lowering the average force value of Mafia in the port."

Osamu Dazai couldn't say no to Nakahara Chuya, he yelled angrily, Lai sat on Chuya's back, and the two had another quarrel.

It's a bit confusing for Guangjin Liulang to stay where he is. Didn't Dazai say that he hates Chuya the most, and he pinches him when he sees him.How could he turn into a salted fish when he left Zhong, covered in black mud, gloomy and frightening, and with Zhong, he looked like a schoolboy with a poisonous tongue who had been beaten with chicken blood?

To be honest, I can't quite understand the brain circuits of your geniuses!