Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Scotland was still in a good mood when he hung up the phone and walked back.

Even if his hair boy whispered in his ears and reminded him of a lot of content that needs to be vigilant, and tried to pull him to take a stress-resistant psychological test, Scotland was not annoyed by the other party's doubts about his mental health.

He maintained a relatively relaxed mood.

——Of course it can't be because the hands are dirty for the tissue.

But for protecting a child from a pool of mud.

It doesn't matter if the kid is in hell.Even if he himself suffers from this sin, that is an acceptable result.

after all.Being "Scotland", he had already...

The man lowered his head and smiled, curling the corners of his mouth as if mocking himself.

He had gone back downstairs to the apartment and checked his mail.

Unlike Bourbon, who keeps in touch more frequently, the man Ley, as a high-profile and valued member of the organization, does not know where he is currently located in Scotland.

He only relied on different information, guessing that Ley might have completed the last mission and would gather with them soon.

At that time, the task entrusted to the whiskey trio will officially begin.

Scotland unconsciously rubbed his mobile phone and put it in his breast pocket.

From the bottom of his heart, there was a cold guard.

Ley is a man who can't even see through him and Bourbon.

The shot is ruthless, and the mission success rate is top-notch.

The killing intent is decisive and cruel.

Bourbon even inquired that the top management of the organization had compared the mission success rate of Ley and Gin for a while.However, in the end, the two were not allowed to form a partner, but became a new whiskey combination with them.

In the organization, Bourbon and Rye compete with each other and the atmosphere is sinister.

The two disliked each other, basically Bourbon was holding a gun with a stick and speaking with thorns, while Ley looked taciturn and serious on the surface, and occasionally he could make Bourbon furious when he spoke venomously.

…Scotland would like the trio to come together as late as possible if they can.

At least, wait for him to increase the favorability of 'Little Master', right?

At least, don't let those unforgivable criminals hurt a child, right?

Scotland stood still at the door, confirming that all the blood in his body had dissipated, and then pushed the door and walked home.

The man showed a gentle smile as he walked:

"Young master, I just stopped by to buy you some dessert...?"

This sentence could not be finished, and Scotland swallowed it with question marks.

"--What are you doing?"

Abandoning all friendly expressions, Scotland asked in a deep voice.

The kid just glanced at him quietly.

The boy didn't lie on the sofa reading a book like not long ago, he changed his place and sat at the dining table.

In front of him was the laptop that Scotland kept in his bedroom.

There is no problem with the computer.Scotland knew it in his heart.

As soon as he learned that he was going to live with Osamu Dazai, he confidentially transferred all the information related to undercover work, as well as the information of his former relatives and friends, and destroyed the original communication device.

All electronic equipment currently placed in the safe house is new.

What Scotland is worried about is not that his computer is used rashly by Osamu Dazai.

Rather,—

"Then. Listen up."

Dazai typed on the keyboard with his right hand, quickly browsing some pages, while holding the phone with his left hand:

"You don't need me to repeat it again, do you?"

The boy's tone was completely indifferent, and even the tiredness of being lazy and unable to lift his energy when living together these few days disappeared.

Only the ruthlessness that can freeze the blood of the enemy remains.

"If you throw in an extra task, you will be punished by yourself. Do you understand? This time, it's not just a small injury that hurts my muscles and bones to calm me down." Dazai said softly, "If That brain really can't understand the rules when we get along with me, so I went to find out what punishments were given to gin and vodka for offending me."

In the dead silence of the room, the members of the organization in charge of the city could be heard begging for mercy incoherently on the other end of the phone.

Hearing such a sad beg for forgiveness, Dazai was completely unmoved.

He only gave a short chuckle:

"The whiskey trio is not something you are qualified to act on. If you have any objections, let the people behind you come to me in person. ——Understood."

Dazai hung up the phone and threw it out casually.

Scotland reacted quickly and grabbed it with his arm, and at the same time judged its owner from the phone number that had not disappeared on the screen.

"...You, you called the organization members in this city directly...?"

Scotland asked in disbelief.

"What's the problem?" Dazai gave him a cold look, and turned the laptop around.

On that small screen, an ominous and gloomy icon of the local black market is being displayed.

At the very top, the familiar crow is entrenched on it.

"Even if you have your own plans, I don't allow anyone to use my name to instigate others."

A sneer passed over the child's pale face, and Dazai was almost amused:

"It's just ridiculous." He sneered. "Is the 'heir' what I want to be?"

"However, as long as I bear this name for a day, this organization should be my property, and not the other way around, let me be dictated by crows." Dazai smiled coldly, and Tobitomi almost gave Scotland nailed in place:

"I said, 'There's no need.'"

"The meaning of this sentence—"

"Do you understand now?"

This glance made Scotland understand: Osamu Dazai did not possess the gift of living in darkness, but was above that.

A young child, he is the manipulator who controls the darkness.

I am afraid that since Scotland received the mission, it has captured the real target of the mission from that few words——

It's not the young master Osamu Dazai, but he wants to test Scotland.

At this moment, Scotland wanted to laugh. He was actually protected by an eight-year-old boy.

At this moment, Scotland wanted to get angry, wanted to grab the boy by the collar and shouted: Don't you know why I would rather go out to do missions, why I would violate my conscience, why kill people for this dirty organization? !

For a moment Scotland should have shuddered at the boy's natural mafia, diabolical intelligence, instinctive manipulative dexterity.The instinct buried in the deepest part of his body as a policeman should make him arouse his vigilance and be ready to kill the child before the situation gets out of control...

this moment,

Scotland forced a smile.

"...Don't be like this," Scotland walked up to Dazai and knelt down.

The blue eyes looked up in gentle pain.

At this moment Scotland gave up the pretense and revealed its essence.

Tearing away the dull pain smeared with dirt in the darkness, revealing his true state of mind.

Scotland, like his younger brother, was willing to take the gamble.

"Stay away from us. Don't care about me. Don't sink any deeper into the darkness. We're not good things."

Scotland said softly.

"Go to the other side. You should be going to school at your age, playing freely in the park, talking and laughing with your friends, complaining and losing your temper, not reading alone here."

The dark-haired, blue-eyed man smiled.

"I have a witness..."

'Witness Protection Program'.

He was forced to stop talking.

Sitting in front of Scotland, the overly intelligent child did not show any unexpected expressions.

But he didn't smile either, his lovely face was cold and indifferent.

He only stretched out his index finger, and pressed it against the man's lips with a distance of less than a few centimeters.

Scotland couldn't help but shut his mouth.

"Shut up. If you go on, I won't be able to forgive you."

For some reason, Dazai became in a bad mood, and said coldly.

"I'm not going. That kind of thing doesn't appeal to me."

Even though he was only such a young child, Dazai seemed to have already recognized his true nature, with a cold tone:

"Don't even think about pulling me into a normal life. I'm not that kind of person..." Dazai said softly with a sneer.

"I'm a bad boy, huh?"

The child said, showing a slight smile.

"Although for me who has lost my memory, it doesn't matter which side I choose. But the truth shouldn't be like this?"

Dazai was too smart to deceive himself.

"Since I can control such a dark organization so skillfully, I must not have been a good boy before I lost my memory."

Dazai said quietly:

"Then. I'm sure I don't have, 'become the saving party'—a reason for that."

"..." Scotland lowered his head.

The man closed his eyes and fell silent.

At this time, Dazai continued to talk.

Obviously, he was too lazy to communicate with Scotland even one more word on weekdays, but this kid actually talked a lot at this time.

"Are you crying?" Dazai teased, "It's okay to have too much empathy. Do you have regular stress tests?"

Scotch sighed, took the boy's hand, and pressed it to his forehead.

"Don't make fun of me in this kind of place," Scotland whispered, "make me look like a dog sent by the police to go undercover."

Dazai laughed because of this:

"If this is the case, it's a good time to try the execution method of the traitor who bit the steps and kicked his jaw and shot three times."

Scotland complained about him: "Don't use such bright words to say terrible lines, young master."

In just a few sentences, the topic of understanding between the two of them was brought over in one stroke.

However, Scotland has not let go of Dazai's hand.

He squatted, squatting in front of the little child.

From bottom to top, with those gentle and sad blue eyes, he looked at Dazai beseechingly.

"Can't I... can't we all, can't we?"

Scotland pleaded quietly.

"That, the reason of 'going to the side of saving people', 'living in the sun'. Can't even we do it?"

"..." Dazai looked at the eyes that genuinely cared about a child, and smiled softly.

"No. Nobody can do it."

Said the leader Dazai who lost his memory.

"If I didn't care about this world, I'm afraid I would be willing to play with darkness, money and power."

"Hmm. Is it the kind of person you hate the most?"

"...How could it be, no." Scotland denied Dazai's assertion, "Then, another way."

"Even if you walk in the dark, we will hold your hand."

"Don't go too far to find your way home—"

Scotland said softly.

"This promise, can you promise me?"

When Dazai heard this overly gentle promise, he smiled slightly.