Port Mafia executives have something to say

If the winding coastline connecting the port and the beach is the sharp and gentle gorgeous skirt of Her Majesty the Queen of Yokohama, then the giant Ferris wheel named Cos/mosClock with a capacity of hundreds of people is on it. The most dazzling pearl.

It is not like the Ferris wheel in the Place de la Concorde in Paris, it is located there alone, but it is surrounded by a variety of amusement projects, and it is full of bustling tourists and laughing children at any time. .

However, today they are destined to return home disappointed.

"The amusement park is under maintenance today, please come back another day."

A man in a black suit stopped the disappointed tourists with a stern look. They solemnly set up roadblocks, plastic fences, and special personnel in charge of directing the vehicles to detour, as if this amusement park is really real today. It was the same during the refurbishment inspection.

"Can't we just go in and take two photos?"

Facing the delicate and coquettish female high school students, the black suit did not show the slightest soft-hearted expression.He rejected the girls coldly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a strange figure cowering beside him, "Hey! Who is that over there?!"

"Eh? Ah? Me, me?"

Wearing a half-worn windbreaker that was so dirty that the color was almost invisible, the middle-aged man with a stooped back stammered and turned around.

Perhaps because he knew that the true identities of the men in black suits in front of him were the port mafia that ruled the dark society in this city, the middle-aged uncle looked a little nervous, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, "I'm in charge of this site Employees, my boss asked me to help you adults and help operate the amusement equipment."

"It is true that there is such a notice, but you are a bit late, anyway, go in first." The black suit carefully checked his work ID, and then led the people in until he watched the employee unlock the door and walked in operating room.

He has the key to the operating room, so it seems that he is indeed an employee here.

The black suit thought so.Suddenly, the walkie-talkie on his waist buzzed twice, and from it came inquiries from colleagues in other positions.

"How are you getting ready?"

"everything's ready."

"That's good," the colleague's voice was interrupted for a moment between the radio waves, and he seemed to sigh deeply through the walkie-talkie, "Central Plains cadres will arrive soon... Sigh, there is really no way to talk about this matter."

"This is the leader's order. Those of us who are subordinates just need to respect him." The black suit warned, but he immediately sighed along with him, "But to be honest, if Jing-chan...Mr. If it is still there now, the atmosphere of the organization will be much more active.”

"Don't mention it, several girls in his action unit would rather amputate their limbs and leave than stay in the organization any more—if the Central Plains cadres hadn't rushed over to scold them, I don't think they would even mutiny can work it out."

"Mr. Jing is such a good person, but he will die in the enemy's sneak attack... Despicable and damn Mimic!"

A voice joined the discussion, "Thanks to the cadre Dazai for turning the tide... By the way, how many days has the cadre not shown up?"

"Ugh……"

Thinking of some very bad rumors that could even be called a storm coming from the members of the leader guerrillas he had become friends with, the black suit felt like he wanted to sigh again.

But before he could finish his sigh, he heard the urgent shout from the colleague on the opposite side, "—here we come!"

With a serious look on his face, he quickly walked a few steps to the gate.

Accompanied by the roar of the motor, a smooth Bugatti appeared on the other side of the street.The wheels are rolling, and the dark blue sports car is reflected in the retina as if it only takes a moment to go from far to near.Before anyone could blink, this expensive luxury sports car had already flicked its tail sideways, just pressed the line like a phantom showing off its skills, and stopped in front of the gate of the seaside amusement park.

Then, the door on one side was lifted like a bird's wing, and a boy who looked like a junior high school student stepped down from it.

But whether it's the astronomical number of luxury cars, the expensive custom-made high-end clothing, or even the arrogant and wanton aggressiveness of the boy himself, they are definitely not something that an ordinary teenage student can possess.

The people who came here were not Chinese dandies or rich second-generations, but the five major cadres of the port mafia who had just taken office a few days ago, Zhongya Zhongyuan.

Nakahara Zhong also took a paper bag from the co-pilot, held it in his hand, and casually slammed the car door.He looked around the empty childlike and happy place without expression, and nodded to the black suit who came to welcome him while pressing his soft-brimmed hat, "Thank you. Everything is ready?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get started."

The thin long coat with black outside and tea inside is draped over Nakahara Chuya's shoulders. When he walks, the hat chain and the corners of his clothes are blown by the sea breeze, and his black leather shoes step on the ground. He is firm and proud from beginning to end.

This back view is obviously extremely cool and handsome, but it makes the black suit following behind him a little disappointed.

A Central Plains cadre walking alone looks really lonely.

He remembered the scene where he was accidentally bumped into by himself in the corridor of the headquarters building.

At that time, the quasi-cadres of the port mafia were all in high spirits.

Wearing a motorcycle jacket and dressed in dark red rock and roll, Nakahara Chuya, who was so angry that the veins on his forehead burst out because of some trivial matter, grabbed the collar of the person next to him and clenched his fist, swearing and trying to beat him down;

Next to him was Osamu Dazai, who was looking around boredly, looking for his favorite place to commit suicide. Although he was being pulled by the collar by his partner, he deliberately pretended not to be listening to the other party's complaints;

And protected by Shuanghei in the middle position is Shen Haijing who has a blank expression and doesn't know what he is thinking about, but deftly unwraps a pack of hot and spicy sticks in his hands.

In front of his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the casual, calm or curious gazes of the three youths in their prime when they were walking towards him——

"Is it here?"

The memories of the past were interrupted by the voice of questioning. When the black suit came back to his senses, there was only Nakahara Nakaya standing in front of him with his back turned to him, standing alone under the huge and gorgeous Ferris wheel.

"...Yes, Central Plains cadres."

The gap between reality and memories is too great, even if the black suit thinks she is not a delicate and sensitive woman, she still feels an unspeakable sourness in her heart, "Over there, come and open the door."

"Yes Yes!"

The middle-aged uncle who was staying in the control room hurried out and opened the door of the ferris wheel cabin.

Probably after being afraid, the unique curiosity of human beings finally came to the fore.He lowered his voice, and spoke to Nakahara Chuya, who looked much younger than those vicious gangsters,

"Guest, are you the only one?"

……

"Guest, are you the only one?"

Hearing these words, the gravitational user of Port Mafia did not change his expression, but his fingers twitched slightly.

If it was the usual Chuya in the Central Plains, unless some people twittered and forced someone to accompany him, he would never even step into such a childish place that looked like a child's play house.

But who would have expected that Chuya, the present Zhongyuan, would take the initiative to sit in this cockpit that was as slow as a baby's cradle.He even used his rights as a cadre to take over the entire amusement park floating on the seashore.

Who would have expected it?

Even Dazai, did he foresee the current scene?

"Only me."

Zhongyuanzhong doesn't want to talk or think too much, but how can thinking be something that he can control?

Seeing the ferris wheel start to operate, I am getting farther and farther away from the ground.He opened the paper bag in his hand and took out two goblets - and a bottle of Petrus that had been awakened eight/nine years in advance.

Open the bottle skillfully, let the ruby-like wine slowly pour into the cup, the hanging cup is corrugated and viscous, and the fragrant aroma makes people slightly intoxicated before tasting.

The existence of wine, which neither quenches thirst nor tastes bitter, why is it sought after by so many people?

Probably because it can make people forget—even if it is only for a moment, it can make people forget all the suffering that they should endure in this world.

Instead of choosing wine, choose real death.

What a fool.

"—"

The dusk was heavy, and the amusement park, which was originally quiet and lonely on the coast, seemed to come alive at the moment when the Ferris wheel started to operate.

The merry-go-round, the roller coaster...they were also turned on without passengers, the childish and cheerful music, the eyes are full of colorful and gorgeous lights, and there are even fireworks of various colors prepared in advance, blooming like flowers in the deep blue sky, This should have been the most... the most desirable moment for that idiot.

But now, there is only one person in Zhongyuan, who is left in this Ferris wheel, silently watching the blooming flowers outside.

"Beijing……"

Between the fall and the rebirth of the sky filled with fireworks, the orange-haired and blue-eyed Gravity Master raised the wine glass in his hand.

His lips parted slightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.It seems that there are many words to complain to the younger generation who should be sitting opposite at this moment.

But in the end, Nakahara Chuya still didn't say anything.

He raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and then, as if he drank too fast and felt overwhelmed, Nakahara also covered his closed eyes with his right hand covered in black leather.

Whether it's fireworks or amusement parks, they are all things that little devils like.

Never again.

……

Sitting on the steps under the Ferris wheel, the middle-aged uncle who also looked up at the fireworks feast stood up,

"Chuya is really cunning, I also want to ride the Ferris wheel together—"

It's obviously the same person, but after he said this sentence that sounded like coquetry and complaining, the aura all over his body was completely different from the timid and cowering look just now.

"However, unlike the selfish little dwarf, I still brought a gift."

Osamu Dazai, disguised as an employee of the amusement park, pressed the remote control in his hand to himself, and it was installed in advance at the gate, and the bomb on Zhongya Nakahara's priceless sports car was immediately detonated——

While a group of mafias were running in a panic, warning each other about the enemy's attack, the former port Mafia cadres took off their expensive brand names as if no one was there, but they were wrinkled and ravaged. Without even looking at the black coat that showed its true colors, he raised his hand and threw it into the burning sports car.

Just like in his past life, all the darkness and blood that had been played with between the palms of his hands will be burned away in today's flames.

"Goodbye."

He turned and walked out of the amusement park.And the mafia running back and forth naturally wouldn't pay attention to the departure of an ordinary amusement park employee.

The gunpowder smoke and fire reflected in those iris-colored pupils all the time gradually faded as he left, and turned into the gentle and dim yellow color that can be seen everywhere in the street lamps.

"All right,"

Osamu Dazai stretched, suddenly remembered something, turned his toes and walked into a clothing store on the side of the street,

"I still have to meet that lord tonight. Since it's an interview, it's not good to show up in such a shabby way?"

"—to sum it all up, fair man,"

Facing the blushing and heartbeating shop assistant, he raised the corners of his lips affectionately, Dazai Osamu held her hand, "Do you have any recommended styles?"

He lowered his eyelashes,

"By the way, I personally prefer light coffee shades."

……

As a parallel world of the fifth dimension, it is like a trunk with many branches multiplying and developing.

In another world, maybe there are no people with supernatural powers at all, or maybe supernatural powers are talents that only a few chosen by fate possess, so they have developed other potentials.

For example, what is triggered at the limit of life is the energy called the flame of death energy.

"Radio Sauce—"

Lazily lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, the decadent man with a beard couldn't bear to drag out his voice, "Have you finished yet? Master Bailan didn't come back so soon. You walked around and looked at me so dizzy." .”

"Stupid Pomegranate! Just chop off your head!" The girl with sky blue long hair choked back without showing any weakness, "It's been too long this time—ah! Bai Lan!"

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, the space in the central open space of the room has ripples like waves in the sea.The Lord of Mare with wings gradually emerged from the ripples.

Beside him, a man with red hair appeared with his eyes closed.

The moment her toes landed on the ground, Bai Lan's face turned pale visibly, which was the sequelae of fever from traveling through parallel worlds.

But he didn't care about these things at the moment, he snatched the rabbit doll from the nearest subordinate, and threw it into Ripple, who hadn't completely disappeared behind him.

"Bai, Lord Bailan..."

Haruno Shinroku, who had his doll taken away, stood there stunned, and the next second he received a ruthless work order from the boss, "Daisy, this man is in your hands, heal him."

"……Yes."

"Bai Lan," Ling Lan, who had circled around the other party several times but still couldn't find the person she wanted to see, puffed up her face, "Why is there only this guy we don't know... Where's the kid?"

"He refused."

There was no smile on Bai Lan's face, which was different from his usual relaxed expression, "Jing-chan has found a new home, and now he refuses to return to our world."

"Varied……!"

"Ah, like this, Dianbo-chan specially prepared a three-day marshmallow banquet, wouldn't it be useless?"

"Pomegranate, shut up!"

Unlike the noisy naive group, the captain of Zhenliu Diaohua frowned worriedly, "Master Bai Lan, where is Jing now?"

"I don't care about him. Jing-chan is too brainy. The name of the organization Port Mafia obviously sounds earthy and tasteless. What's so good about—"

"Master Bailan..."

What's the difference between this and the duo next to it, Kikyo is almost helpless.

"Didn't he like the port mafia?"

Bai Lan clapped her hands and stood up.

Reflected in those snow-blue eyes, the spatial ripples in midair representing the parallel world [as boundless as the sea] gradually disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

"So I sent that child to the parallel world where the port mafia is the most powerful."

The author has something to say:

This volume [When I understand that metal is easy to break] is over, let me spread the flowers~

The little cutie who was a bit of a joke before [amusement park] can come and pick it up, although (つД`) [top the pot and run away]

This volume is really not easy to write. Tian Tianxing signed a contract in this volume, joined V, met a lot of gay friends who wrote articles together in Jinjiang, and there are many newcomers, but gradually familiar cuties (and boss)

It feels like not only the turning point of Beijing sauce, but also my turning point, one bite at a time.

[Before tomorrow's update, all the cuties who leave a message in this chapter will have a red envelope~]

Tiantianxing has been a little bit empty these two days, and the update time will resume at [-]:[-] noon tomorrow~

In the next volume, I think you all have already guessed which world Jing-chan went to_(3」∠)_

This article is mainly based on the background of the literary field. The tutoring talk is probably a side story after the end. At that time, some memes are still welcome. Don’t stay up late and don’t chase dramas~(￣▽￣)~*

感谢在2020-06-0919:55:35~2020-06-1018:47:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 fruit;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：way65瓶；兔兔兔兔兔砸24瓶；玄巧8瓶；我好困啊5瓶；清河、一叶=Ichiyo1瓶；

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