Port Mafia fifth cadre

The moon is bright.

When Chuan Shangyou poured a glass of water and came back, Zhong Yuan was still in a daze.

Eloquence is a skill, and in order to achieve the purpose, the point of entry must be precise.

From being taken in by the "sheep" and diligently protecting the lambs for six years, Mr. Zhongye is too innocent.

The dog was right.

Anyway, cats will never be driven without asking for anything in return.

Forgive him for using the word "drive". Judging from what I have seen in the past few days, the little Nakaya-kun is not so much a so-called leader, but a nanny who does not receive a salary and works hard. The young master who was "sheep" The ladies are running around...Of course, not all lambs are like this, but several leading lambs seem to have this attitude, especially Shirase who wants to trouble him again and again.

Simply incredible.

Especially after comparing with the 18-year-old Hong Kong black cadre Zhongyuan Zhongya.

The formation of this abnormal ecology is related to many factors. ——What I really want to say is a long speech, and the length of an article written is equivalent to a graduation thesis. Generally speaking, everyone is responsible.

But since you want to convince Mr. Zhongye, of course you can't start from the perspective of how unfair the "sheep" is to him, how wronged he is to the "sheep".

Sounds too much like sowing discord.

A pure dog will not agree.

The opposite is the correct answer.

Yes, Mr. Zhongye must realize that it is his fault that the "sheep" will become like this.

Being stuffed with child-rearing stories, Nakahara Nakaya repeated dully: "...the eagle pushed the child off the cliff?"

"Yeah." Kawakami Yuzu propped his chin and looked at the dazed little Zhongya with interest, "Compared to you, Chuya, you are too kind, and you are also very simple. I know you think you are more innocent. If you are strong, you should be serious about protecting your companions, but after a long time like this, the lambs will lose their gratitude and regard this as a natural phenomenon like the sun rising and the moon setting.”

To use an inappropriate analogy, people often speak bad words to their parents and take their parents' help for granted, but they are grateful for the help of strangers, sincerely thank them and keep them in their hearts.

Zhong Yuanzhong also settled down: "Is this wrong?"

"If you can protect them for the rest of your life, there is nothing wrong with it. I know your character, and you will indeed do so." The young man in white robe smiled, and said cool words with a gentle expression, "But they also think so Is it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong's expression moved slightly.

The young man continued to talk, his golden eyes flashed with a smile, "If there is a powerful organization that wants to recruit you, it will release the news that it only wants you, and will give you impeccable treatment. Everyone thinks that you will be tempted..." The young man The voice was very soft, like a sigh: "You said, what will happen?"

Chuya Nakahara: "I won't go."

"It can be increased." Kawakami Yuzu folded his hands and tilted his head, "Seeing that you refused to agree, this organization took some measures, such as taking a few lambs as hostages, and asking you to complete a small job for this organization first." The hostages will be returned only for small missions, and during the mission, you happened to bump into your companions..."

"Can the trust between you overcome all kinds of conspiracy and misunderstanding?"

Kawakami Yuzu stared at Chuya Nakahara.

The original world gangsters used probably the same method.Save time and effort, very Mafia style.

The golden eyes cast a deep light in the moonlight, and the young man in the white robe smiled, and delivered the conclusion at the right time: "It's true that you won't go, but the key is whether the lambs believe it or not."

The orange-haired boy's lips moved, but in the end he just lowered his head dejectedly.

The look of being bullied is so cute.

"Chuya, you must have noticed that you are not a qualified leader." Kawakami Yu gently rubbed the young boy's hair, "If you say that you treat your companions as subordinates, you can't clearly define powers and responsibilities, and the internal management is chaotic. Unclear; if you treat your companions as family members, but fail to establish a blood-like bond and nostalgia——

I don't know if the "sheep" six years ago was pure and beautiful, as it was originally established, but now, the "sheep" has become a sandcastle-like organization that is only maintained by the central government. fall apart.

And the waves are bound to come.

'Gravity makes Chuya Nakahara'... Who wouldn't want such a good hand? "

Like Mr. Sen.

Like him.

Zhongya Zhongya raised his head, his blue eyes shining brightly under the silver moonlight: "Do you want it too?" Chuya Zhongya's thoughts became clearer, "You came here because you also want..." It seemed It was a little hard to say, he was silent for a while, and couldn't find any other expression, his momentum suddenly weakened, "Do you want me?"

Should it be the intuition of a beast?

It's just that this beast is too cute.

Kawakami You managed not to laugh out loud: "Yes, I want you."

Kawakami Yu suppressed a smile to comfort: "Don't worry, I will be very gentle."

The lines are kind of bad.

Still think about business.

Since we can't take the route of "internal discord", then it really can only be "external force".

This night, it was equivalent to self-exposure that Kawakami You agreed to various conditions of Zhongya Chuya, some of which could be completed easily, and some... Anyway, he was about to die, and everything disappeared after death.

the next day.The weather is fine.

Nakahara looked anxiously at Kawakami Yuzu saying goodbye to Osamu Dazai, and unconsciously kicked the stones on the ground.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head: "You sent me away last night, what did Kazuya say?"

Didn't you get away with your own trouble last night?

Kawakami Yuzu looked at Osamu Dazai quietly.

Osamu Dazai looked back innocently.

Fine.

Kawakami Yuzu smiled: "We exchanged parenting experience."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai blinked, pulled the corner of his robe and asked, "Will you come back here again?"

"Probably not." Kawakami Yu looked at the young boy with baby fat on his cheeks, no matter what his heart was (at least his conscience was still there) and his appearance was really cute, he took his hand and tried to invite, "with me How about together? There is one week left, and I will buy you whatever you want."

"I want to eat the crab you made."

"no problem."

"Revolving restaurant, Minato Mirai Ferris wheel, top sashimi..."

"It's fine."

"That's a deal!"

Osamu Dazai held out his little finger.

Kawakami Yu laughed, and stretched out his little finger to hook him.

Shirase, who led the team to find medical supplies, saw Dazai Osamu who was being led by Yuzu Kawakami, his face immediately stretched: "Is he going too?"

"Dazai said he knows a lot of trails, and I think it might be useful." Kawakami Yuzu explained gently, "Don't worry, I will protect him from delaying him."

Shirase murmured softly: "Don't hold back both of you..."

Although he didn't want to, Shirase didn't say anything because Kawakami Yuzu had such a good attitude.

At least judging from the encounter with the Mafia yesterday, Kawakami Yuzu's skill is enough to protect himself without any special circumstances.

The field team was assigned weapons, Dazai Osamu did not, and Kawakami Yuzu was assigned an automatic pistol.

The golden-eyed boy weighed the gun in his hand, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Shirase didn't know how things turned out like this.

They successfully touched the drug warehouse of a smuggling organization, took away enough medical supplies, and encountered the enemy when retreating...

It's all normal here.

In the process of fighting with the enemy, he was targeted because of his vocal command, and he was suppressed so that he couldn't make a sound. Then Kawakami Yuzu stepped forward to take over the command system and asked his companions to retreat in batches——

They are the last batch.

The hail of bullets seems to have gone away.

Shirase hid behind the concealment and pricked up his ears, but he couldn't hear any sound as expected.

Surprising.

Is he already deaf?

It was daytime, but Shirase felt a chill run up his spine.

The wind from the sea level brought a slight tide, and the moisture turned into sweat and condensed on his forehead. The wait seemed to last for a long time, and it seemed that it was only a few seconds.

The enemies—those armed with live ammunition, all stood respectfully, and those surrounded by them were none other than Kawakami and Dazai.

Kawakami Yuzu hugged Osamu Dazai, sitting on a high container in the wind, and was poked by Osamu Dazai only to realize that Shirase had finally moved, and greeted him with a smile: "Yo."

Shirase's hand holding the gun was trembling: "You, who are you?"

The golden-eyed boy jumped down from the container lightly, his back was straight, and he was still as gentle and polite as the first time we met, elegant and harmless. The hem of the white robe was lifted by the wind, but his trajectory seemed to be deep. Black, connected to the bottomless hell.

An automatic pistol was thrown at Shirase's feet.

"I'm the one asking, Shirase-kun." Kawakami Yuzu tilted his head, looking very puzzled, "Who are you, how dare you - do something to me?"

Kakaka.

There was a sound of raising guns, and countless black muzzles were aimed at him.

Shirase's cold sweat flowed faster: "What are you talking about..."

"Well, actually, I am willing to trust Shirase-kun." Kawakami Yuzu smiled, "In order to clear up the misunderstanding, Shirase-kun should try to shoot with that gun?" The boy with golden eyes said sincerely, "Prove My suspicions were wrong, that gun wouldn't explode."

Shirase was desperate.

His voice was as dry as if it had been ground on sandpaper. He only said the word "I" and couldn't continue.

"Shouldn't this situation be tried first without further ado? Bomb blasting is not necessarily life-threatening. Take a gamble, and then just pretend to be unbelievable and say that you don't know. Although I don't necessarily believe it, But I dare not even try..." Kawakami Yu shook his head, because of Shirase's timidity, and also thought that this might be a problem of IQ, his expression could not help but be filled with pity.

"I didn't change it!" Shirase showed an expression as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, "Shogo did it, I saw it!"

Yes.

learn by analogy.

Kawakami Yuzu's expression showed that he had lost interest in this matter, and he said lazily: "Does Shirase-kun have someone you like? The kind of love you like."

???

The turn was too sharp, and Shirase didn't react.

Under the gaze of the muzzle, the silver-haired boy shook his head hesitantly. He only heard "That's good", and his mind was filled with abyss-like love.

Osamu Dazai pulled Kawakami Yuzu's hand: "The condition for the ability to take effect is that there is no one you like?"

Kawakami You: "Yes." Kawakami You didn't mean to hide anything, "True love is the only way to do it."

Otherwise, the range of manipulation would not be so large.

The two of them didn't look at the tool man Shirase, obviously they were not interested in the reason for the design.

It's nothing more than that, nothing new.

Osamu Dazai blinked: "Where are we going now? Armed detective agency?" He looked eager to try.

"Want to watch Kunikida-sensei?"

Chuan Shangyou said with a relaxed tone, "Later, go to Hong Kong Hei first."