Port Mafia fifth cadre

Ballroom lounge.

The still unknown lady had a pair of shiny silver bracelets in her hands, and she was taken down by the police with a dejected look. The face of the butler of Xiyuan Temple seemed to be much older, and he was trying to comfort Xiyuan who had dried up his tears. Temple Sakura.

Sakurako Xiyuanji cried until she hiccupped: "Where's mom?"

The housekeeper sighed: "Ma'am, she... had a car accident half a month ago, and she hasn't woken up yet."

Sakurako Xiyuanji staggered and almost tripped over the hem of her skirt.

"Miss……"

"I'm so happy." Xiyuanji Yingzi's expression was like crying and laughing, "Mom just didn't wake up, she's not dead, right?" Blowing away, "I'll go and see Dad first, those guests outside, I'll leave it to you."

"Yes, ma'am."

The butler bowed his head deeply.

Suzuki Sonoko looked at this scene, seeing the proud and wanton Sakura in the past, her heart was sour and astringent, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Suddenly miss my parents.

After this kind of thing happened, the banquet couldn't go on, Suzuki Sonoko took out his mobile phone and called home to confirm that his parents and sister were all right, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Suzuki Sonoko looked around, most of the guests in the hall were gone, sister Tomie and Mr. Nakaya went to stop the killer, Mr. Dazai... the handsome male companion with dark brown hair was standing beside her quite gentlemanly, polite "Before the driver comes, let me spend time with Miss Yuanzi."

Let's talk about Yujun.

Intercontinental Hotel Yokohama.downstairs.

Gin said goodbye to the chubby lady who led him into the grand banquet hall, strode across the street, and the black Porsche 356A stopped beside him in good time.

Vodka rolled down the car window: "Brother."

Gin opened the car door, put on the black windbreaker that Vodka gave him, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened his seat belt without saying a word.

Vodka hits the accelerator, and the Porsche rolls unhurriedly on the road in Yokohama.

A starry night without a moon.

Gin put on his black top hat and smoked a cigarette.

The lighter went on and off.

As the best hotel in the entire city, the Yokohama InterContinental Hotel is located in the pride of Yokohama - Minato Mirai, not far from the five buildings of the Port Mafia. Even without doing anything, Gin still subconsciously raised his vigilance.

Vodka: "Brother, is the lighter broken? I have here..."

Gin: "Shut up."

Vodka is puzzled, Vodka is wronged, Vodka can't see it wearing sunglasses.

Is it my younger brother who has been with me for so long? Everyday, everyone in the organization looks like an undercover agent. Suspicious and overweight. Considering that Vodka is stupid but loyal, he still explained: "Wait this way."

Vodka responded obediently, and only sighed casually after opening another section: "It's so quiet."

Gin: "!"

No, so quiet? !

boom boom-

As if to answer his doubts, the roar of the engine behind him was like the neighing of a beast!

The red sports car is like lightning, shuttling through the narrow streets!

Kawakami Yu slammed the steering wheel to avoid the bullets coming from ahead, and then realized that the sports car produced by Hong Kong Hei, the sports car that drove him to the hotel today was made of bulletproof glass, his eyes lit up, and his movements became even more bold and wild.

Kunikida, the co-pilot, saw that the boy's eyes were always focused on the Porsche in front of him, and his nimble fingers were flying between the handbrake and the gear, creating afterimages. His proficiency seemed to have been honed a thousand times, so he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful that was almost choked in his throat because of the sharp turn. Qi: "How long have you been racing?"

This is 200 yards!

The car is about to lift off the ground!

Kawakami Yuzu had an uncontrollable smile on his face: "Huh?"

The sound of the engine drowned out the words.

Kunikida raised his voice and shouted, "Where did you learn drag racing?"

Kawakami Yu also increased the volume: "Hawaii!!"

Yukiko Kudo gave me all the advice, but Yukiko Kawakami raced a lot less than Yukiko Kudo, because unlike Yukiko Kudo, who could still have a car after racing, Yukiko Kawakami was basically a waste of a car.

Money is always a serious topic.

Kunikida: What about Hawaii? !

He didn't have a chance to ask.

It felt like my whole body was thrown out of the seat, the seat belt strangled my body so that I could not vacate. While my ribs were hurting, the oxygen in my lungs was squeezed out. Let alone talking, it was good to keep breathing.At this moment, Kunikida couldn't help wondering whether Nakahara didn't get in the car because he knew something, and then quickly remembered that the plan was all arranged by Kawakami, and it had nothing to do with Nakahara.

Moreover, Zhongye-kun's ability is gravity, and it will certainly not be affected as much as he is.

The joint efforts of the police and the mafia cleared up a section of road that was neither long nor short. They were responsible for blocking the killer code-named Gin from behind, and Zhongya Zhongya surrounded him from the front.

"Tsk."

The windshield was cracked by bullets, which seriously interfered with the line of sight. Kawakami Yuzu had to use his skills—Kunikida suspected that he had finally found an excuse to use his skills—and made dangerous drifts again and again, enough to make ordinary The bikers clapped their hands and applauded the kind who recognized the big brother on the spot, Kunikida was fixed in the seat with a blank face, and began to wonder why he agreed to help.

He looked at the driver's seat.

She was still dressed in a black evening dress, her white collarbone seemed to be glowing in the night, her side face was blushing with excitement, her slender fingers were like butterflies wearing flowers, and the happy appearance of a 'girl' would surely soften the hearts of all men——and Kunikida Certainly not one of them.

After all, he knew that this was his student.

Bracket male.

What's more, according to the plan written in the ideal notebook, the woman who is going to get married will meet in six years. Before that, he is not going to fall in love.

Next to the Intercontinental Hotel.

Osamu Dazai stood on the outdoor bridge, holding a binoculars from nowhere in his hand, watching the gun battle on the street from afar.

No, unilateral holding of guns does not seem to be called a gunfight?

Osamu Dazai was puzzled for a while, turned sideways slightly, and said to a fat lady who was passing by: "This beautiful lady, can I spare you a little time?" He smiled mysteriously and gently, with a handsome appearance , "I don't know if I have the honor, please drink a glass of Vermouth."

The chubby lady smiled troubledly: "Sorry, sir, I've had enough tonight."

"Really. What a coincidence." Osamu Dazai expressed regret, "I hope there will be a chance to meet a beauty like you next time."

"I'm no beauty at all."

The chubby lady seemed to be amused by him, her brows and eyes were stretched out, her facial expression was almost flawless, and she chatted casually before leaving at a pace suitable for a woman of this age.

By mistake.

The expressions of the two became unpredictable at the same time.

Vermouth, absinthe.

An important member of the Black Organization, Belmode.

There was a misty light in the iris-colored eyes, and Osamu Dazai casually tossed the bug that he failed to send out from his palm.

as expected.

By placing the bug, he touched Belmode's skin.

Isn't that level of disguise a supernatural power?

Osamu Dazai raised the binoculars again.

On the empty street, the dark red heavy locomotive came from the wall like a meteor, under the support of the earth's gravity and its supernatural power, it went down vertically and smashed through the black Porsche.

"Slugs are such a waste." Dazai Osamu was speechless, "That's an antique car made in Germany, 1 million yen..."

boom--!

It was as if the sound of two cars colliding could be heard!

The red sports car races fast, hits the rear of the Porsche, and physically stops it.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Yukun is the same.

Thinking of his withered wallet, Osamu Dazai couldn't help feeling sad, so sad that he almost remembered Chuya's card number and password.As for the trivial matter of changing the password... Anyway, the slug's thinking is the same, and it will always succeed after a few more tries.

A chase is on.

Vodka was the first to go out, subdued by Kunikida, and picked up by the police who jumped out of the shelter.

Gin runs away alone.

He's a good killer, but what killers are good at is usually not facing the enemy head-on, especially against enemies who are too powerful and not afraid of bullets.

Zhongyuan Zhong also chased after him, the dark red supernatural light was covered by the night, and Qin Jiu calmly turned into the building with intricate roads, and just ran up the stairs to the third floor. Jumping down, the long legs glowed darkly, and a flying kick was nothing more than natural!

With a pain in his arm, the gun fell to the ground, Gin's pupils shrank, he turned his wrist to get another gun, and his mind turned quickly. Golden eyes.

The violent and cruel dark green eyes were instantly filled with emotions as gentle as fluff.

I also got off my back. I had already taken off my color contact lenses and put on the spare flat shoes in the sports car. Yuzu Kawakami was a little puzzled, and then murmured with a sense of course: "I thought your true love was Shirley... Sure enough, you are black They don’t even have a heart.” Randomly placed a map cannon, including himself and his companions, and the young man in female clothes dialed a certain number and turned on the speaker, “Excuse me, Mr. Gin, please answer this question. Sir's question."

Mori Ogai's voice came from the phone, with his usual calm and elegance.

How to make Mr. Mori interested in taking down the black organization?

Of course... when you can exchange a small enough loss for a big enough profit.

Gin is an important member of the Black Organization. The secrets he knows can make the Black Organization much weaker. Can Mr. Sen really resist taking a bite of such a fragile and fat prey?

Kawakami Yuzu finds it difficult.

In a disguised form, throw the goal of eliminating the black organization to Mr. Sen, and he can be lazy if he is as witty.

10 minute later.

Creating battle scenes all around alone, demolition skilled worker, Nakahara Nakaya returned, Kawakami Yuzu no longer stared at Gin's eyes, and rushed into the dark without looking back. Stitching to the position and action 10 minutes ago, kicking over, trying to give Gin a concussion and losing the sensitivity to time, forgetting the disappearing 10 minutes.

limit.

Kunikida and the police who picked up the leak came.

"whispering sound."

Zhongyuan Zhong also put his hands in his pockets, took a few steps back, and also disappeared into the darkness.

When the detective agency and the police carefully climbed up the newly formed dangerous building and came to the scene of the battle, what they saw was the potholed ground and walls, and a man with the last shred of consciousness, who was struggling to stay unconscious. The... gin left to them as agreed.