Port Mafia executives have something to say

"The existence of 'that' is the place known as the Mariana Trench at the bottom of the current human intelligence on this planet."

The leader of the port mafia condescendingly walked beside me to guide me, and even gave me various thoughtful tips during the journey. If this were given to someone else, it would be unimaginable treatment.

But I couldn't lift my spirits at all. After listening to him blabla for a long time, there was only one thought in my mind:

Edit, you continue to edit.

Returning to the Mariana Trench, I don’t know when my hometown has the same function as a wishing machine.

I hugged the little rabbit and walked beside him without talking.

On the one hand, after I realized that the goal of Dazai, who is the leader, was probably looking for an opportunity to kill me, I felt a little bit like squatting in a corner and shutting myself out.

On the other hand, I don't know if I was stimulated by this incident, and I vaguely caught a little bit of memory, the beginning and end of the messy ball of yarn.

"So in order for us to go to that sea area together, I specially prepared this cruise ship."

Dazai walked in the corridor of the cruise ship that was covered with scarlet carpets, his deep black heavy woolen coat was taken off and hung on his arms.Wearing only a suit, he looks much younger because of the lack of excessive pressure,

"There are swimming pools, video game halls, casinos and movie theaters on board, Jingjun, you can play however you want... What's the matter, don't you look very happy?"

Yes, I'm looking for a chance to beat you up, how can I be happy,

"Is it just the two of us on this cruise ship?"

"No, there are also some members of the port mafia, and the crew on the ship. They are also responsible for protecting us, and a series of supply issues on the ship."

He reached out and touched my head, "But Jing Jun, don't worry, there will be other boats to pick them up. The last few days of the journey, there are only the two of us."

"...I can't cook." I immediately thought of something very serious.

His expression looked a bit dumbfounded, "Cooking, you don't have to worry about that."

I don't have to worry?

Does this Dazai mean that he can cook?

He has really grown a lot in the past few years.

I was in awe of the leader Dazai right away. You must know that our quasi-cadre Dazai’s cooking can be regarded as a masterpiece in Port Mafia—the kind that makes people feel desperate from body to heart after eating.

I and... should be that Mr. Chuya, and it can be said that we have suffered a lot from it.The only time when Dazai coaxed him to try to put that so-called "vigorous stewed chicken" into his mouth, he unexpectedly fainted for no reason.

When he woke up again, for some reason, he was already in the headquarters of the hostile organization that had been dismantled to pieces.

It is worth mentioning that the memory in the middle is completely lost.

I was still trying to recall what happened at that time, and I saw that the leader Dazai had already walked to the open-air swimming pool on the deck, squatted down and touched the water in the pool with his hand, "By the way, Jingjun, can you swim? ?”

"No." I shook my head.

He squatted there, and suddenly laughed like that, "Then, let's study hard during this time."

Shit, this smile looks like a hole has been dug for me to jump into.

I immediately took a few steps back with my little rabbit in my arms vigilantly, "I lied to you, in fact, I can swim, and I can swim very well."

If it was the Dazai I knew, he would already be thinking about how to push me from behind so that he could push me directly into the swimming pool.

But the leader Dazai didn't do that.

He just said "Is that so" lightly, then turned his eyes away, and turned to Yokohama, which had begun to move away from us.

I followed his gaze and saw that the five towering skyscrapers, like gentle giants standing on the shore watching the night time of Yokohama, stood silently watching us leave.

...I suddenly feel like I really want to go home.

Back to the warm and bloody port mafia that belonged to my life and had my memory.

……

According to the leader Dazai, there are two purposes for our trip to sea this time.

One is to keep the promise we made, find the [book] that records all the secrets and wishes in the world, and then give it to me.

The second is that it is said that the leader, Dazai, has been bored in the top-floor office of the port mafia for nearly four years, and has not taken a good vacation, so this time he simply skipped work and came out to relax.

...that being said.

But in fact, every time I went to see Dazai, he was still scribbling on his desk, with stacks of endless documents piled up beside him.

"The leader's work is so busy."

He took a sip of coffee in his busy schedule, "I'm sorry, Jingjun, I wanted to have fun with you this time."

Before I could speak, the person on the other end of the video call couldn't help shouting, "How dare you say that? If it wasn't because you suddenly wanted to go to sea, how could there be so many backlogs?"

"Now the whole of Yokohama knows that the leader of the port mafia is not at the headquarters. Those Baidao who have long disliked us don't want to take advantage of this to find it strange?"

"Zhongye."

The leader, Dazai, reluctantly stopped the pen in his hand, "Haven't you already returned? If that's the case, how about asking the top cadres to deal with these matters directly?"

"Huh—?! Make it clear to me, you are the leader—"

"Ah, so busy, so busy,"

He directly picked up the file and fanned himself like a fan, interrupted Mr. Chuya with a mutter in his mouth, and then threw the tablet that was still in the video, "Okay, Jingjun, come and help me deal with it Take a bite of this slug, and let the kitchen make mango millefeuille for you tonight."

"...Don't throw it over suddenly!" And he is still acting cute? !

I hurriedly took the tablet, just in time to see Mr. Nakaya wearing a sea blue suit and a dark red shirt on the screen, who was lowering his head to light the cigarette in his mouth——

【"Things like value are just for others to evaluate. As long as you understand what you are doing."】

【"You dare to be presumptuous at the door of the chief's office!"】

【"If I come to protect Jing, I won't let you die for no reason."】

"...Hey, what's wrong with this guy?! Dazai! Come and see him—"

Faintly familiar shouts came from my ears, the tablet in my hand was immediately taken away to interrupt the call, and the person was dragged to the sofa and pressed to sit down.

A bright light suddenly shone on my eyes, and the intense discomfort brought me back to reality.

The leader, Dazai, was holding a small flashlight, with a condescending expression on his face, and the kite eye, which was exposed beyond the bandage, was looking down at me like a god in control of everything.

"Sure enough, seeing the faces of familiar people is the key to evoking Jing Jun's memory."

"Now tell me, what did you think of when you saw Chuya just now."

I subconsciously hugged the little rabbit in my arms, followed his words and replied:

"Riding the ferris wheel together in the dark sky of Yokohama, being beaten in the corridor of the chief's office, in the hot spring hotels and parks in Nara..."

"Chuya Chuya? Is his name Chuya Chuya?"

The leader Dazai nodded, "He was the Central Plains Chuya who was called 'Double Black' with me back then, and he was your most respected predecessor and idol in the port mafia... Tsk.

... "tsk"?

I looked confused, and then the leader Dazai flicked his forehead hard with his finger, "After Jing Jun returns, remember to go to the hospital to have a look at your eyes, and if possible, adjust your wonderful aesthetic concept. "

"Why!?"

I held my sore forehead and glared at him. Although my memory was still a little fuzzy, it didn't stop me from talking about black passion in this profession.

"Mr. Nakaya is strong, handsome and has a super sassy personality, and he can also drive cars, drink and beat people. What's wrong with being a fan of him?!"

The leader Dazai rolled his eyes, "...I knew it. After Jingjun recovers his memory, his IQ will drop to the same level as your idol."

"..."

I reasonably suspect that what he said actually scolded me and Mr. Chuya together.

Suddenly, the man with kite eyes frowned as if he had discovered something missing, and muttered to himself: "...Wait, are they all happy memories?"

"Do you remember anything else? Like..."

The leader Dazai pondered for a moment, as if he was looking through his own memory, "I didn't practice martial arts well, but I was scolded and cried... or something?"

"How could Mr. Nakaya come to scold me? You're not the one who usually comes to bully me—"

When I said this, I suddenly and once again realized that the leader of the deep port Mafia in front of me was not the little black slime I knew.

Even, he planned everything now with the purpose of killing me.

So I shut down again.

But I closed the mic a bit late this time, and the leader Dazai seems to have already known the news he wants to get.

This scumbag reserve man ignored me, threw it(?) and returned to the desk when he was done with it, as if he was planning something, his fingers tapped on the solid wood desk in turn.

"Jing Jun,"

He spoke suddenly.

"Come and help me deal with the documents on the table."

Although it is a sentence of request, but it directly uses the tone of order?I just wanted to resist when I heard him say, "Otherwise, Chuya can only handle these things. For him who is not good at paperwork, he might just fall ill from exhaustion."

"..."

What, the Mr. Chuya here is not my Mr. Chuya, he doesn't think this trick is really useful for me, does he?

"what happened?"

"........."

And Mr. Nakaya here doesn't even know who I am, so why should I help him work?

"Don't be awkward. Come here, this part will be handed over to you."

"……………………knew."

In the end, I obediently sat down at the desk, waiting for the leader Dazai to distribute some of the documents on hand——that is also Mr. Chuuya’s hairline after all, what can you do if you make me a loyal chuuya chef?

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感谢在2020-06-2605:55:23~2020-06-2620:20:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Mori and Deer, 1 piece;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Drunk in Shengge, lonely all my life, 10 bottles of waste; 1 bottle of Banxi, Maomao's Tail, and Zhuzhijun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!