Port Mafia executives have something to say

I huddled in a corner, numbly listening to the deafening explosion outside.

In this shop that was temporarily used as a refuge, someone was weeping in a low voice, and the wave of the explosion and the dust that fell from the ceiling would also arouse a burst of panic screams.

After about five or six hours, the outside gradually quieted down.

Only when the sharp siren of the ambulance could be heard gradually, the shopkeeper tentatively opened the iron curtain.After finding that the situation had calmed down, the asylum seekers rushed out immediately.

The scenery outside is completely different from before.

The streets are full of bomb-cratered cars, and there are traces of blasting on the walls. Some shops are still burning.

If you look in any direction, you will only see countless corpses lying on the ground.Severed limbs and blood are everywhere, and I seem to have seen something similar to internal organs under a certain tree.

Many people couldn't help vomiting after seeing this scene.

The military police and first aid angels in white shuttled through it regardless of the danger, trying to find the survivors.

As a criminal, in order to avoid being taken into the police station for a long and useless record and miss Miss Suzuki's canteen dinner tonight, I secretly hid among the evacuated crowd.

When facing death, fear and panic will make everyone overwhelmed.

But it is my best cover.

At some point, it started to rain lightly, and there seemed to be people from gangsters on the corner of the street communicating with the military and police.

Seen from the back, it was a thin young man, probably injured somewhere, with white bandages looming between the black hair.

The subordinate with a straight back was standing behind him with a black umbrella, and there was a team of fully armed black suits a little far away.

To get to the hospital, you have to cross the street where they are standing.

The young man over there didn't know what he said. The faces of the military and police opposite him changed from furious to that of an enemy, and finally returned to a suffocated face. He gave an order, and all the soldiers present immediately put down their hands to check the corpse or register. Form the task, quickly and neatly stepped into the armored vehicle and left.

The refugees without guidance hesitated in place.

My eyes followed the armored vehicles of the military and police to leave the street, and when I turned around, I found the bandaged boy looking in my direction.

Empty, indifferent eyes swept away, suddenly turned back, and continued to stare at me.

"—?"

"—"

He didn't know what he was muttering to himself. He clearly had an unexpectedly young and childish face from the front, but his expressionless face made people feel chills all over.

By the way, the boy turned his back to this side just now, right?

How keen is the insight to catch me among so many people?

I wasn't the only one who quietly looked in that direction just now, the female high school student next to me also sneaked a look at it, right?

Just when I thought I would be arrested as a suspicious person and interrogated at least a few times, the other party acted as if nothing had happened, just looked me up and down indifferently, and left with my subordinates with the corpse.

But just those two eyes also gave me a feeling that my whole body was seen through.

The alarm in my subconscious is crazily reminding me to stay away from this outstanding young man—after all, his face is really good-looking, and the soft features are even the type that I like, cough, and admire very much.

But I have a very strange feeling...fear?

But as a gangster, the most that that young man can do is to create corpses in those common ways. What is there to be afraid of?

"..."

When the young man passed by the crowd, everyone gave way with expressions of fear, while the men in black suits followed without turning their eyes, showing a particularly cold and arrogant attitude.

After their figures disappeared completely, I heard someone talking beside me.

"That's the port mafia, and that person is also a member of it."

"Scary looking, but so young."

【Port Mafia】

I silently memorized the name.

After all, with such imposing subordinates, the leader of this organization must be... an unfathomable and dangerous person.

In any case, I hope that there will be no relationship in the future. If you want to live in peace, it is better to keep this kind of person as far away from them as possible.

When I arrived at the hospital, I didn't see Ms. Suzuki who was supposed to be on duty at the registration desk.

After waiting in the corridor for a long time, I finally saw a familiar nurse passing by.

After I identified myself to the nurse, she gave me a wary look and said quickly, "Now, Suzuki should be in the rest room. But you'd better not go there now, something happened to her home .”

Before I could continue to inquire, she hurried away.

When I came near the lounge, I found that there were three nurses holding cases secretly gossiping together, and the theme naturally revolved around the "accident at home" Shizuko Suzuki.

"...In other words, her boyfriend is from the Takase Society. I heard that he was captured by the port mafia. He is the one Dr. Sai rescued last time."

"A475 bed? But, wasn't it just transferred from the ICU yesterday?"

"I was taken away by them immediately. Now that Suzuki herself was taken away by the port mafia, I always feel uneasy. She won't...won't come back?"

I leaned against the wall blankly listening to them.

Miss Suzuki... was taken by the port mafia?

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Yokohama.

Elegant and cruel, although it is a city full of copper stinks and made a fortune from port trade, I heard that the nearby towns also have refreshing and beautiful beach scenery.

So it is not difficult to find a shop that sells diving equipment here. At least when I distributed the leaflets, I remembered that there was a shop on the commercial street.

In fact, medical oxygen cylinders are more suitable for me. After all, I am isolated from the seawater of [V] and will not be affected by the pressure in the water.

But I can't get into the warehouse of the hospital, and there are more customers in the pharmacy during this season, and it is normal that I am the only customer (trying to rob) in the diving equipment store related to tourism.

……

As the oldest illegal organization in Yokohama, the headquarters of the Port Mafia is easy to recognize, such as the tallest skyscrapers in the city.

One can imagine what will happen to the members of the hostile organization after they are captured, rushing to rescue them before torture causes more serious injuries.

But first, sneaking in is impossible.

I don't know what kind of building structure the other party's office is inside, where Miss Suzuki and her boyfriend are locked up now, and how to leave quietly after saving people.

These all require a lot of information to support, but I am just a vagrant who can't do anything.

If you break through directly... I'm a little timid.

Although my memory is full of various ways to use [V], this is the first time I have confronted an armed force of this size.

Among other things, this bottle of oxygen is only enough for one person to use for an hour, so how to bring the two of them out is still a big problem.

But when I called the police, I was only told to go back and wait for news, and I couldn't find anyone willing to tell me if I wanted to inquire about the news.

I can't think of any way to help her other than going straight to the door.

While thinking, he had already unknowingly walked near the office.

The five tallest office buildings in Yokohama are as arrogant as the arrogance of their owners. On the fountain square between the buildings, the members of Port Mafia armed with light machine guns are patrolling along a very tight line in groups of three. .

It's not yet the night when the illegal groups are officially exchanging fire, but the extremely powerful spotlights high on the wall have been turned on, scanning back and forth between the groups.More than a dozen black luxury cars and camouflage armed armored vehicles unique to the army were parked in the area between the five buildings.In addition, there are many guards gathered at the entrance of each building, and a few people carrying rocket launchers can be vaguely seen squatting behind the door.

...What's going on, is this really just a city gang?It is completely the scale of a regular army. What are the military and police in Yokohama doing? This is no longer arrogant but exaggerated.

In fact, I know very well that this complaint is only due to my own cowardice.

The opponent is the headquarters of a strictly disciplined illegal armed organization, and I have no equipment, no assistants, and I haven't even completed my rehabilitation.

Rescue Miss Suzuki or something, can I really do it?

Before I could hesitate any longer, I heard a roar:

"Who's where!"

Already discovered?

I saw one group of the patrol team running towards me roaring, while the other group nearby had people pressing their earphones, and the glare of the spotlight was shining at the same time, and I was so bright that I burst into tears I didn't care to wipe it, and was kicked down by someone in the next second, and the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against my forehead.

"Don't move!"

"Sneaky! What are you trying to do!" The man who pointed the gun at me threatened loudly, "Quickly tell the truth, or your life will be in danger!"

"It's a lame kid, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with crutches and oxygen cylinders for initial observation." Someone beside him was reporting into the headset.

And I hugged the oxygen cylinder tightly, and the various voices that suddenly appeared in my head saw each other, as chaotic as tangled wool balls.

In the end, I can only think in my heart, no matter how many times I count to three, I will go directly to [V]. I can't control so much whether I succeed or not.

"Hey, what's the matter?" A voice came from afar.

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Nakahara."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of them bowing with his hands behind his back in the direction of the sound. I subconsciously wanted to turn my head to look, but I was slapped in the face by the barrel of a gun!

"Don't move!"

"Well!!"

I felt a warm liquid flow out of my nose, and the burning pain on my cheek directly ignited the hidden in my heart——

【Bad boy】

The author has something to say:

This is probably a story of a weapon slowly gaining popularity.

Where is the boundary between "good boy" and "bad boy"?And who stipulated it?

It is the value of the masses, and it is stipulated by human civilization itself.

Is the future development of human civilization headed for prosperity or perish? With only a few million years of history, what should we be proud of?

How did the animals that claim to be protected have slaughtered our ancestors in the past?

Arthropods account for 70.00% of all creatures... If one day loses civilization, what can humans be proud of without sharp teeth and claws?

Our brains are the result of evolution, what can we do with pure force?

... In short, it is such a brain (hei) hole that is constantly diverging that Beijing sauce was born happily... Is it surprising that it is an anime fan in the end?

In short, the style of the article is roughly the same, not too fast food _(:з」∠)_ so there is still time to run now [Magic persuasion