Wutai's happiness lies in persecution

When Amuro took Hideo Hayakawa back, he was unfortunately chased and killed. Thanks to his driving skills and the quality of the car, he returned safely.

However, when Hideo Hayakawa got out of his car, instead of thanking him for saving his life, he said sadly, "I really misunderstood you, driving so wildly, did your teacher know when you took the driver's license test?"

He's so silly, really.

He only knew that Gojo Satoru's use of spells to levitate and accelerate his car was outrageous, and Osamu Dazai's driving was as exciting as suicide, but he didn't know that Toru Amuro was not scientific at all when driving.

It didn't matter if he drove his car into someone else's car, and he scraped the tram and ran on the side of the bridge.

That's fine, and I can't move down from a height of five or six meters.

Is he Gojo Satoru? ?Who gave him the confidence that nothing will happen if he drops? !

In the end, it was all other people who had the accident, and they were fine. This is the most outrageous thing.

Amuro looked at his beloved car with heartache, and felt very inexplicable and wronged when he heard this: "If it wasn't like this, we would have had an accident."

Hayakawa Hideo: "I don't care, if the traffic police come to the door, I will say that I don't know you."

He was just talking casually, and he knew in his heart that no police would come to his door. Whether it was through the procedures of the black organization or the police, he would deal with the subsequent elimination of monitoring.

Presumably a certain police undercover is already very skilled in this operation.

Shame on the police!

"It's up to you." Amuro shrugged and looked around the garage, "They don't seem to be back yet."

When the two of them were hunted down, they took a long way around a few times, and it was after three o'clock in the afternoon when they came back.

It stands to reason that Osamu Dazai and the others should have returned long ago.

"Let's go shopping."

Speaking of this, Hayakawa regretted not sharing a car with Gojo Satoru and the others. Among other things, safety was guaranteed, unlike now.

Hearing this, Amuro looked at him carefully: "You seem to be familiar with them."

"Bourbon, haven't you ever been in a relationship?" Hideo Hayakawa cast a contemptuous look, "arriving in a new place, buying couple supplies together helps to cultivate and enhance the relationship tacitly, it is a routine operation."

"And the two of them wrote the words 'picky' and 'I'm expensive' from beginning to end. The villa cannot enter outsiders, so why don't they make a trip by themselves?"

An older single dog: "...To be honest, they don't seem to be here on a mission, but rather like they are here for vacation."

The attitude is unabashedly laid-back and playful.

Hideo Hayakawa praised his judgment in his heart, stopped talking about this topic, and went in to treat the wound.There was no serious injury, but it also affected his handsomeness.

When dusk approached, members of the organization hurried back, and half of them were slightly or seriously injured.

Like yesterday, they sat or stood in the living room.

Waiting for some two people who came late.

When Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu walked in with their own long legs, each carrying a few shopping bags, they greeted them nonchalantly.

Osamu Dazai: "Yo, everything is back intact."

Gojo Satoru: "Everyone looks very embarrassed, have you had dinner yet?"

them:"……"

How did these two people live to be so old?

Just because of good looks?

"It's dusk." Under the hostile eyes, Osamu Dazai left a mysterious smile, "Let's go up and put down our things first, and come down with you later and wait for the evil spirits to knock on the door."

The extroverted emotions subsided, and the atmosphere in the living room became strange and indistinguishable.

They originally thought that "ghost" refers to the inner ghost, but now it seems more likely to be the enemy.

Reminiscent of what happened today, they couldn't help wondering if the location of this stronghold had been exposed.

So what is Dazai's intention?

Waiting for someone to come to your door and then turn against the other party?

After a while, the two came down from upstairs, Dazai Osamu was holding a can of beer, Gojo Satoru was holding a can of Coke, and sat next to each other on the sofa, looking leisurely waiting.

Qin Jiu pointed a gun at Gojo Wu's head: "Give me an explanation, don't play tricks."

Gojo Satoru didn't give him a look, but said to Osamu Dazai: "I'm being pointed at by a gun, shouldn't you speak for me at this time, and then severely teach those who bully me?"

Dazai Liangzai was speechless: "You should watch less idol dramas, especially those bloody ones. Even if you have to watch it, don't bring in the heroine."

Wujo Wu: "However, I, like, harm, and fear."

"...Take it to suppress the shock." Osamu Dazai took out a lollipop from Hayakawa Hideo's pocket on the other side and stuffed it into his mouth, then looked at Gin with a bad look, "Mr. , but I like games and jokes very much, I think you are not compatible with Gin. Good luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Excuse me, is this the stronghold of the Black Organization?"

It was the voice of a young man. His Japanese was very standard, without any accent, and his tone was so passionate that every word was funny and false.

The people in the living room quickly connected the owner of this voice with what Osamu Dazai said was "very fond of games and jokes", and couldn't help but feel their scalps tingling.

These two people are difficult enough to deal with, is the next one going to make the organization uneasy?

Osamu Dazai also responded to the people outside the door with the same tone: "Yes! Sir, please come in."

But he didn't intend to open the door.

No one else was willing to open the door.

Just kidding, Osamu Dazai used "evil ghost" to describe the other party.

And then the real hell happened.

There was a sound of twisting the doorknob from the inside, and then the door was opened.

A young man with white hair and white clothes, painted with clown makeup, but dressed more like a magician, bounced in. His long braided tail was decorated with red pompoms, dangling happily in the air.

It's a pity that no one finds him cute.

"Hello! I'm the new Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky! Well, I heard that you all seem to use wine as your code name, but I don't." Just put your real name Gogol, who said it, lowered his head sadly, "It makes me feel rejected."

Chianti couldn't hold back his sarcasm: "Not everyone got the code name, let alone you are just new here."

Gogol looked up at him: "As long as you are excellent, you can get it?"

Stared at by the golden eyes that also reflected the scars of the cross, Chianti took a step back suddenly: "Li, theoretically yes."

Gogol felt a little bored with her, and turned his attention to others: "Then among the people present, is there anyone whose code name is vodka?"

Vodka loaded his gun and said, "Me."

"Can you please give me your code name?" Gogol ignored the gun pointing at himself, and walked through the crowd to Vodka with a sincere look, "Please, for the Russians, this code name is really It's very important."

Vodka's approach was to hold the gun to his forehead.

On the contrary, Gogol became happy: "Why don't we play a game, you shoot now, and the one who survives will get the title of vodka."

Vodka: "Are you kidding me?"

No matter how good your skills are, you can't move faster than a gun on your head.

Gogol: "I count by dozens, and when I reach 0, gunshots will sound. 10, 9, 5, 3, 7..."

The wrong order of counting makes every already tense nerve even more tense.

Osamu Dazai: "It's almost done. The boss just sent me a message. Your code name is Smirnoff (Crown Vodka)."

"Wow - I love this!" Gogol happily accepted the new code name.

When everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Gogol abruptly finished counting the last number: "0."

Harsh gunshots sounded in the room, and Vodka was so weak from the recoil and inner fear that he wanted to let go and drop the gun.

The hand was firmly held down by the opponent.

The opponent pressed his finger and pulled the trigger for an instant, and the bullet that should have pierced the opponent's head shot out from the back of his own head and shattered the vase into the wall.

Qin Jiu's expression was as gloomy as water: "Supernatural beings."

The outside world generally refers to "persons with supernatural special abilities" as supernatural beings, and Gin Jiu, who must know the circle of capable people, judges that this person is a supernatural being in a narrow sense.

In the tense atmosphere, two people were quietly biting their ears.

Gojo Satoru: "Isn't Crown Vodka an American drink?"

Osamu Dazai: "He's actually a Ukrainian."

Gojo Satoru: "Tsk tsk tsk."

At first glance, this is a professional fake wine.

other people:……

Belmode opened the wine cabinet, poured a glass of vodka and handed it to Gogol.

Gogol took it and drank it, finally let go of the vodka, and walked towards Osamu Dazai.

Hideo Hayakawa quickly stood up and left the other side of Osamu Dazai, and ran over to squeeze with Toru Amuro.Make the most of the advantage of knowing the current affairs.

Belmode took a sip of his wine, and turned his gaze from Gogol's poker mask covering his right eye to Dazai Osamu's bandages: "Moscato, introduce this newcomer... Smirnoff."

Osamu Dazai shook hands with Gogol friendly and introduced him warmly.

"Even among supernatural beings, Smirnoff is quite a rare existence. His supernatural ability can tamper with space. That is to say, he can move with a large number of thermal weapons, short-distance space jump and space cutting. I spent a lot of time It took a lot of effort to convince him to join us."

Amuro Toru's voice was dry: "What do you want to do?"

This one is more lethal than a group of them, and has an unpredictable character.

"Everyone, we are an excellent organization that has been established for decades, but so far, we have not had our own territory or a huge industry. This is really a sad thing, isn't it?"

Osamu Dazai's performance did not get any support from anyone, but he continued to talk happily.

"So our next actions must be to expand and obtain benefits as the primary purpose."

Strictly speaking, the Black Organization is not an organization like the Mafia. It was formed only to accomplish a certain goal, and all actions serve this goal.

The goal and the story behind it involve the secrets of the last century.The boss of the organization is a secret among secrets, so it has formed a distinct "ghost" style.Even the core members who have obtained the code name do not know much about the face of the organization.

Gojo Satoru's vacation is limited, and it's impossible for them to spend too much time here, so they plan to make a big deal directly.

Exposure of strength is unavoidable in order to expand power, and sacrifices are inevitable in fierce conflicts, so that his goal of "exchanging water for wine" can be realized.

No one in power can resist the temptation of increased power.

So in just two days, Renye Karasuma agreed to his plan and actions, and gave him further rights.

"Then—please work together to 'become a demon'."

he said meaningfully.

Gojo Satoru led the applause, and the things in his hands fell to the ground.

When the others took a closer look, their faces changed.

Osamu Dazai leaned over and picked up the button-shaped signal tracker and handed it back to him, and said casually: "Ah, I forgot to say, there is indeed a ghost among us, but it doesn't matter. In any good organization There will be no shortage of undercover agents, as long as they are useful, they are good members."

"Hopefully this tracker will bring us a gift."

Rena Minzumu held her hand by her side, and slightly tightened her fingers.

Toru Amuro: "There is signal shielding near the stronghold. You have been wandering outside for so long and haven't encountered anything. The other party may have discovered something."

Osamu Dazai looked at him strangely: "Who told you that we didn't encounter an attack?"

Although he was the one who bought it fiercely, it was precisely because of this that he had to buy his own share.

Amuro's tone was sour: "Your hair is not messed up."

It must be Shuichi Akai.

"It's just some miscellaneous fish, which can't even hold my cat's paw." Osamu Dazai reached out and touched Gojo Satoru's head. The soft hair feels no less than that of a cat with smooth fur. He spoke with pride, "You say yes, boyfriend."

He's a man with two cats!

Gojo Satoru pointed to Dazai Osamu's white hair on the other side very excitedly and said, "Like this, I can kill five with my bare hands."

Gogol was also very happy: "That's right!"

other people:"……"

From today onwards, they must cherish life and stay away from white hair.

After being repeatedly tortured, the members of the black organization, regardless of whether they have ghosts in their hearts, worked hard and vented the persecution they received on the enemy.

The one who didn't work hard, wasn't outstanding, and didn't have a bright mind died soon. In order to find out what the black organization wanted to do with such a big movement recently, various organizations dispatched a large number of undercover agents.

Osamu Dazai accepted people according to the standard of good ability and brains, which is called precision.

The plan was carried out smoothly, and the time came to Qixi Festival.

Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru came to the newly built sea playground in Tokyo Bay, stood on the observation deck and watched the sea.

Osamu Dazai said in a tone recalling the past: "When I was young, I also skipped Tokyo Bay."

Gojo Satoru: "And then?"

"Then I was picked up by fishermen with fishing nets. When I went back, Zhong also said that I was indeed a mackerel, and my whole body smelled like fish. It's too much!"

"It's too much! Unlike me, I only feel sorry for you." Gojo Satoru pulled Dazai Osamu into it a little, to prevent someone from jumping off on a whim.

Then he jumped down and pulled him, and then he used supernatural powers on him on a whim, and Dazai would be fine by then, and something would happen to him.

Osamu Dazai shook his head, "Man, no matter how straight he is, he's full of nonsense after falling in love."

Gojo Satoru sneered: "Did you talk a lot when you were not in love?"

Before the two people could say a word about hurting each other, there was a sudden explosion sound inside the observation tower, and the whole tower shook violently.

In the suffocating silence, a familiar little boy's voice came from the corridor.