Port Mafia executives have something to say

"Five declines of heaven and man?"

Facing the name of this organization that he had never heard of, Shen Haijing subconsciously repeated it.

"We are waiting for the five decays of heaven and man, which is a secret association formed by people with super powers. In order to untie the sackcloth wrapped around it for this already dirty and old world, so that she can gain a new existence."

From under the gloomy dark clouds and new moon, crowned king by chaos and fear, the young man in velvet hat who walked slowly on the rough sandy soil like all kinds of hardships and setbacks in this life is facing Shen Haijing with a wave full of joy. with an appreciative smile,

"Since the first time I saw your outstanding performance two years ago, I feel that you, Mr. Shen Hai, are quite suitable to be our companion."

Two years ago...?

Shen Haijing began to recall what he had done two years ago.

Except for the time when all the members were mobilized during the Dragon Head War, he spent most of the rest of the time in the medical department of the headquarters office building, treating old injuries and recuperating his body.

During that several-month recuperation period, most of the work assigned to him was clerical work on various financial statements.In order to avoid leaving hidden wounds on his body, the leader would only assign business trips when there was a shortage of people.

Then the only time to meet the devil is during the Dragon Head War...?

But at that time, the number of lives passed by his hands was simply countless, and every day he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, he was unilaterally killing people, not to mention occasionally attending the banquets of certain subordinate companies in a wheelchair.

"The protagonist of that war was the white unicorn Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. At that time, I was just a member of the port mafia. How could I have such an honor to be seen by the devil?"

"The nobleman often forgets things."

Facing the doubts in the indigo-haired boy's heart, Dostoyevsky briefly mentioned it—but his understatement was like a bolt from the blue to Shen Haijing, "Do you still remember your first adjutant Shiwei? , that’s probably his name.”

"!"

This name evokes Shen Haijing's dusty memory in his heart. No matter how much he pretends that he doesn't care anymore, every time he thinks of this first stab in the back from a trusted person in his life, he still feels chills in his heart.

"It's you……"

"In fact, he was just a spy sent by me to the port mafia. It's a surprise to get your information."

Originally thought that this young man with a weak personality but possessed powerful supernatural powers would be a stumbling block on Yokohama Road, the place where people with supernatural powers gather in Japan, but who knew it would turn out to be a rare treasure covered in dust by self-hypnosis.

With that level of strength, a person with supernatural powers can completely dominate one side and make the world fearful, but I didn't expect him to choose to hide in a corner of Yokohama to be subordinate to others. It's a strange hobby.

However, it was quite a surprise that Zuige failed to control Shen Haijing.

Dostoevsky took this doubt to the bottom of his heart. Although Song of Sin had failed now, it was only the first step in the plan in his mind.

Shen Haijing stared at the devil's beautiful smiling face, and because he was stimulated by the other party, he recalled the past, and gritted his teeth in hatred, "What is your goal?"

"Although it's a bit impolite to say so, I don't think the organization that Mr. Shen Hai lives in now - the Port Mafia, is not suitable for you."

Hearing that the organization that has lived in for two years was said to be unsuitable for him, the young prospective cadre almost laughed angrily, "Ha, I thought you—"

However, before he could say anything, Dostoevsky interrupted him directly, "Is that leader going to be very strict?"

Hearing about the leader of his own organization, Shen Haijing subconsciously asked, "Strict? The leader treats me—"

"For example, have you never doubted it in your heart?"

The devil who is good at trying to figure out people's hearts lowered his head and looked at the unconscious Suzuki Shizuko in the boy's arms, "How did I learn about this lady?"

"And why is it such a coincidence that your leader will appoint you alone to hunt me down?"

"Suspiciousness from the superior... Heh."

"..."

Indeed, what the devil said makes sense.

Regarding Suzuki Shizuko, Shen Haijing himself had thought about these questions in his heart:

Why would she know her mafia identity?

Why did she keep silent about the death of her boyfriend?

Why is her information, which has been highly encrypted, known to the devil on the opposite side?

And just as the devil said, why is he the one who came to Tokyo on a business trip this time?

The more you think about the answers to these questions, the more sad Shen Haijing feels.

If these are also part of the evil of mankind... It doesn't matter, he can still persist.

He let out a slow breath.Compared with capturing alive, Shen Haijing's killing intent towards the devil is growing rapidly like bamboo shoots after the spring rain.

"……what do you want to say in the end?"

"It's nothing."

Dostoevsky, who had completely seen through the other party's little thoughts, chuckled and said that this devil is better at solving incidents with his own mind than with supernatural powers.

In his opinion, although the young man in front of him was formidable, he was only strong in terms of external strength.

Shen Haijing has too many weaknesses, and it is too simple and obvious for him.

"For a powerful superhuman like Mr. Shen Hai, isn't the current port mafia already an existence that restricts you?"

"Just as you have in mind right now."

The demon from Siberia said leisurely in a dark voice that did not match the content of his words,

"No matter how I plan to kill my existence in my heart, I still can't act rashly because of the leader's order and because of these ordinary people who have passed out on the ground...Isn't it?"

"..."

Shen Haijing bit his lower lip irritably, and the corner of his eye glanced at the people who were sleeping on the ground.

Because being uprooted from the spirit of sin song's child is equivalent to a cruel act of caesarean section, the spiritual level of ordinary human beings can't bear such a severe blow at all.

Faced with this kind of leapfrog operation, the brain will automatically activate the protective measures for the human body, which is the root cause of these people's current collective coma.

There are nearly 200 sin song possessors chasing after Shen Haijing, and now they are all crowded in this small construction site.

If [V] is used here, even if the sea water is just above the ankle height like in a cafe, someone may drown here with their nose and mouth covered... Could it be? !

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Shen Haijing's mind.

"...The attack in the coffee shop and the large-scale pursuit of hundreds of people just now are just part of your plan...?! It's not so much that you plan to let sin song control me, but rather to use these people To restrict my actions?!"

"Who knows? Maybe I'm just explaining this sad state of affairs for you."

Dostoevsky sighed, and he didn't know whether he was pretending to lament for Shen Haijing, who was in the grip of the authorities, or was depressed by this boring persuasion with disparity in strength.

sin song?

Heh, that kind of stuff was never his trump card.

It's just an inhuman demon sword, how can a metal, stone and iron tool that is too hard to break try to figure out the dirty sins of people's hearts.

Although this truth sounds a bit like the victim's fault theory, but throughout the ages, the culprit who can make a person feel heartbroken and desperate to live will always be the person who has given the initiative and sincerity.

What he wants to do now may be more perfect than simply using sin songs to control Shen Haijing.

Manipulating people's hearts has always been Dostoevsky's forte.

"I don't think my situation is pathetic,"

From the corner of the eye, someone caught a glimpse not far away and woke up moaning/groaning. After chatting with the other party for so long, Shen Haijing, who deliberately wanted to delay the time, snorted coldly, "It's you, why not?" Don't you understand your situation?"

"When these people wake up and leave, it will be your death." He warned coldly, "The leader of my family did not specify that your life must be spared."

However, even after being threatened with such death, Dostoevsky still had no intention of fleeing.Instead, he showed a curious look like a child, "Why are you so loyal to the Port Mafia? I don't think the leader's charisma is good enough to make someone like you die."

"It's too late to please me now, not to mention you don't need to guess how our leader will behave." Shen Haijing retorted, "They are all my 'family', if you don't trust your family, why should you trust you? "

"Family... Then, what if the leader orders you to attack someone close to you?" the devil asked thoughtfully.

"!"

...the ones close to you.

These light words sounded like a thunderclap, and the quasi-manager at the port Mafia immediately recalled the hesitant phone call Nakahara Chuya had made to him before he came to Ikebukuro:

【"The leader wants to mention me as a cadre...but I don't know why, he told me to keep it secret from Dazai...and Eldest Sister..."】

Shen Haijing felt a little suffocated in his chest.

... can't do it.Even if it is the leader's order, he will never be able to do it.

"..."

But even if you can't do it, you can't show it in front of this devil.

Because the other party must have said this on purpose to sway him - Dazai has used this trick countless times, and the only one who still falls for it is Mr. Chuya.

Shen Haijing calmed down, and deliberately said in a relaxed tone: "It is my job to obey the leader's order, no matter what kind of job it is, I will complete it."

"I see……"

Dostoevsky frowned disapprovingly, as if he had run out of words for such stubborn brains.

His purplish red eyes, like the best strong red wine, faltered, and suddenly locked on the woman who was still leaning on Shen Haijing's arms, and said slowly, "Then, even Takai-san must be no exception?"

"Won't,"

Shen Haijing once struggled hard for this, but now she has already made up her mind, without hesitation,

"My organization above all—"

Puchi.

The boy's vowed words were interrupted in half.

Bow down.

The woman who had awakened at some point was looking at him resentfully,

"Your organization above all... your organization above all?!"

Suzuki Shizuko, who had just escaped the influence of the sin song, was holding a dagger that was exactly the same as when Shen Haijing pierced the forehead just now.

Different from the taste just now, the entire blade of the dagger has been deeply submerged into Shen Haijing's abdomen this time, leaving only a section of the handle left outside.

Then she moved her hand and pulled out the dagger fiercely——

"Well……!"

A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound deepened by the blood groove, and the thick red dyed the tea-orange vest on the boy's body in an instant.

Shen Haijing's face was pale with pain, his left hand was covering the wound, and he bit his lower lip tightly, "Miss Suzuki..."

"Your organization is above all else! Then what is my family!! What is my Hongjun!!!"

"Why?! I was just trying to help an orphan! Why was I the one who encountered this kind of thing?!"

"Xiaowei, Xiaowei, she has lost her father at such a young age! How can you do it?!"

"...?"

He wanted to say he didn't do it himself.

He wanted to say that all of this was a trick by the devil to sow discord.

He also wanted to use [V], not to mention killing people, at least create a frozen ice shield to protect himself.

But looking at the hysterical woman wielding a dagger in front of her, Shen Haijing suddenly gave up explaining.

No one knew what he was thinking.

The young man just lowered his head in a dazed and exhausted manner, and knelt there propped up without saying a word.

...the body is so heavy.

It took only a few seconds after being stabbed, and I couldn't even lift my fingers.

"Ugh..."

Finally unable to persist and fell to the ground, he watched Dostoevsky in a daze as he handed something in his arms to Shizuko Suzuki, then turned and walked towards himself.

——This is the last memory Fukami-kyo had before waking up.

"Don't worry, she used to be a nurse no matter what, she has avoided your vitals."

Dostoyevsky squatted down, unbuttoned his shirt deftly with his fingers, and began to examine the bloody wound on the boy's abdomen, "It's just a concentrated anesthetic, it won't die, it just allows you to enter the world full of happiness." in a dream."

"Good boy, go to sleep."

"When you wake up again, you will see a whole new world."

The author has something to say:

In the second game of the cat-and-mouse war, the mouse won. Congratulations for winning the prize [a bottle of mango jam that can destroy the world]. Let us give him warm applause.

Hey, please hit [Top the lid of the pot] lightly

He will overturn in the next chapter, don't abandon me QAQ

In this chapter, both parties are delaying each other, but in the end, Tuo Si is superior.

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