Port Mafia executives have something to say

"...You, you want to hear about the port mafia in the past four years?"

After the initial scream of pain, the skinny old man calmed down somewhat.He didn't dare to haggle any more, but tremblingly clutched his severed finger, huddled in the corner and made a flattering appearance that he was already racking his brains to recall the past, "If you want to talk about four years ago, everyone should remember Yokohama suddenly had a group of foreign organizations called 【Mimic】—”

"..."

I walked with my suitcase for half an hour before, and now I feel that I am about to collapse, so I quickly found a chair to sit down and rest.In the end, before I could sit still, I heard the name of the organization that killed Kosuke and the others and made Oda...

At that moment, I suddenly felt that the anger I had suppressed for a long time rushed to my forehead, as if there was a voice in my heart shouting:

"Why do you need to come back and tell them falsely about 'revenge on the port mafia', and just 'clean' off all the living things that offend you—"

I closed my eyes, and in order to avoid some uncontrollable things from happening, I quickly interrupted the skinny old man, "Skip this for now, let's talk about what happened after that... Well, so after the end of that war Are there any remnants left in the future?"

If there are a few people left, I don't mind using them to refresh the proficiency of the new move water knife first.

"It should be gone. It is said that after their leader was killed, the remaining defeated soldiers will be wiped out quickly." He observed my face and carefully worded his words.

"……whispering sound."

"?"

The skinny old man peeked at me suspiciously and tremblingly, "After that, nothing major happened...?"

"No?"

But I clearly remember that at that time, the relationship between Dazai and Mr. Mori was almost at the same level.

In the "that time" call with me, Mr. Sen directly tore the last layer of window paper between them, which can be called as thin as a cicada's wing-no matter what mood and mood the two people are holding. The goal, at least the crack that can never be repaired, really exists.

From a wandering doctor to the leader of Mafia at the port, Mr. Mori is by no means a character to be trifled with, let alone Dazai.If the two of them really quarreled, the noise would definitely not be smaller than that of the Dragon Head War.

However, this person told me that nothing happened after that?

I do not believe.

So I lowered the skinny old man's survival rate by [-]%, "The current leader of the port mafia is Mr. Mori Ogai, right? Then, name all the high-level figures you know."

"...a high-level person?"

He subconsciously turned his eyes to my open suitcase, and glanced at A's death-defying head, "If I have to say it, the high-level executives of Mafia, a well-known port on the road, are the captains of the guerrillas—"

"..."

Sure enough, Dazai is still making waves... It seems that the battle of wits between him and Mr. Mori is not over yet.

I haven't figured out what is the feeling of happiness and sadness in my heart when I heard the title "Guerrilla Captain" and instantly thought of the leader Dazai who was just sent away by myself. The man continued, "—Akutagawa known as the 'Dog of Disaster'."

"???"

I just jumped up from the chair...!

who? ? ?

WTF? ? ?

Akutagawa? ?

That little hairy kid who picks up rebellious Secondary [-] and is (reread) a few months younger than me? ? ?

"What about Dazai?!" I asked him sharply.

I don't know if it's because my mood was so agitated that I didn't pay much attention to restraining the murderous aura on my body.

"Ta, Dazai?"

The skinny old man shrank suddenly in fright, and then kept shivering on the spot. Looking carefully, even his pupils were going to be dizzy. He could only repeat what I said unconsciously,

"Dazai is...?"

"Dazai of the guerrillas! Dazai of the 'Double Black'! You don't even know Osamu Dazai, what are you doing in Yokohama?!"

I was so angry that I slapped the counter several times, and then my eyes seemed to be shaken by something.

Glancing to the side, I realized that due to my own excitement just now, a layer of dark indigo scales quietly emerged on my arm, and even stood up straight in a row like a cat's fur. Reflecting a metallic icy luster.

Then I touched the itchy ear from just now, and at some point it turned into an inhuman-like branched cartilage with translucent thin wings, protruding directly through the hair... No wonder the thin old man had a look on his face. I saw the ghost's expression alive.

This has happened a lot since I stopped feeling averse to resisting my own strength.Sometimes even when I wake up, I find that I lost my legs unknowingly in the sleep of the night before (?), and my whole body is coiled into a mosquito coil (??), it is almost like to perform it myself The rhythm of the 4D version of "The Calamity of the Python".

"..."

I skillfully pressed them back one by one.After being interrupted like this, he was not as excited emotionally as before.

But regarding Dazai's disappearance, my mind is full of conspiracy theories now, I wish I could go directly to the Mafia office building in the port, grab that scheming young girl and control her pervert to find out...!

But when I think about it again, with the mackerel bastard's brain like a GM cheating, unless he himself is like a parallel world, he can't figure it out, otherwise others will definitely not be able to kill him-this is for Dazai I still have confidence.

I walked back and forth in the store a few times, and then I heard the skinny old man say hesitantly with a trembling voice, "Dazai you are talking about...? Could it be the previous guerrilla? This name... Indeed, it has been a long time since I was young. People have heard it."

"Um……"

It seems that at least the organization has not yet issued a warrant for Dazai.

Otherwise, not to mention Mafia's own assassin at the port, other mercenaries and professional killers from all over the world would keep stinging people like bloody flies.

"In addition to 'Woe Dog', there is also a recently famous assassin, a girl known as '35 Killed'."

I responded casually, and then started to ask about other people's situation, "Then, has the appointment of the five major cadres changed since then? What about the other 'Gravity Envoy' Chuya Nakahara of Shuanghei? And 'Yasha' Koye Ozaki, is there any news about the two of them recently?"

"The five cadres...?"

The skinny old man shook his head terrified, and he took another peek at the head of A in the box, almost crying, "Old, old man is just a small salesman on the black street, yes I really don't know about these important things..."

"..."

……Right.

In terms of intelligence, I obviously have a more suitable professional candidate.

If the relationship between the eldest sister and Mr. Mori still makes me a little worried, then Mr. Nakaya must be fine.

After all, a "Red Tide" has already gone. If there is another "Gravity Envoy", wouldn't the entire port mafia have no one to fight?

As for the gifted kid like Akutagawa, let's put it aside.

After all, it has been four years here, and I don't know how much he has improved from the immature stunned youth at the beginning—whether he can bear the frightening name of his teacher.

I opened the heavy iron curtain outside the store door, and dragged my suitcase out of the pawn shop that smelled bloody and pungent.Probably seeing that I stepped out of the store intact, the glare and prying eyes surrounding me immediately subsided a lot, and instead became more veiled and fearful.

But for the time being, I'm not interested in paying attention to those flies who dared to come to my ears and buzzed. Instead, I was thinking about what the skinny old man said just now.

—It has been four years.

When I heard this sentence from A's mouth, I didn't feel anything yet.

One is that I originally regarded him as a dead person, and the nonsense begging for mercy that the dead person said before dying naturally didn't need me to use my brain to think.

The second is that for me in the past four years, the time I actually experienced personally was only the more than one month spent in the parallel world, and I didn't feel anything at all.

But the expression on that skinny old man's face when he heard "Dazai" just now was so dazed that he suddenly realized it, but it hit me like a heavy hammer.

Everyone in the world is indifferent, and this extreme road full of death and blood is even more so.

In just four years, "Double Black" and "Red Tide" seem to have been a thing of the previous life.Now the people who are feared and passed on by word of mouth have become the "bad dogs" and "35 people beheaded", these younger generations who in my memory have a green face, or have never heard of them.

So, will Port Mafia still be what I remember?

The TV in the commercial street store seems to be broadcasting the recent incident of ferocious beasts wounding people in Yokohama. The field reporter in the screen is pointing at the destroyed fields, and brought me back to my thoughts with extremely passionate condemnation.

I shook my head, trying to get those overly weak thoughts out of my brain, and then turned my head suddenly to look at the next door—it was the first time I went to the port Mafia office building to kick the hall many years ago, and ran to rob The dive shop I bought.

"..."

Yes.

Although the purpose is still the same, but now I am no longer an "ordinary superhuman" who needs to carry an oxygen cylinder as an auxiliary.

Not to mention the mere oxygen problem, even the eyes can be covered with a layer of veterinary haze on their own, and they can see things calmly in the water.

And I won't waver again.

Regardless, the plan will go ahead.

Whether Mr. Nakaya or Dazai, no one can stop my revenge.

In this way, they are not the only ones who have changed.

It's just that it's time that makes them change, and it's them themselves that make me change.

I pulled the suitcase and turned into a cake shop. After ordering the mango mille-feuille, I took out the newly bought mobile phone and made a call, and then smiled at the lazy "Mosi Moxi" on the other end of the phone, ,

"Is Orihara Linya?"

"Exactly, I have a job to entrust to you."

The author has something to say:

【Long-lost textual research】

The question of Dazai’s reputation is very confusing. I remember that even Akutagawa, who is just an orphan in a slum, has heard his name in "The Heartless Dog", but after a few years, everyone who should forget it will forget it.

So I went through the comics again, and checked the supernatural powers of Koguri Chongtaro... Probably all of Dazai's [criminal evidence] was erased by the supernatural power, but the [records] that cannot constitute evidence should be able to be Stay here, otherwise Higuchi will not be able to find out his information later.

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