Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

Nakahara Chu also sincerely felt that this mission was more or less ominous, and there was no other reason, and it would definitely be a bad thing to have something to do with Osamu Dazai.

"Are you sure you haven't been tricked by him?" He asked worriedly.

What he got was a reply that sounded too naive to him: "Why is he playing with me?"

——It is because there is no reason, so it is evil!

Although he does not trust the destination of this trip, it is impossible for Nakahara to leave Tsukasemi here alone.

Although he was labeled as "dangerous" and "kicking the crooked building", Nakahara had no idea of ​​his strength. If something went wrong, who knew how Osamu Dazai would add insult to injury in front of the leader?

"arrive."

Tsukasemi stopped in her tracks, and the suitcase stood beside her.

In this wilderness where people are extremely rare, they hid in the dense bushes. In front of them was a warehouse built on an open space, which was tightly closed by a metal gate with a combination lock. Two guards with guns Stand at the door.At the moment they arrived, the gate opened from the inside, and a man in a suit walked out. He gave some instructions and then changed the password of the gate.

The solid metal gate is no different from a fragile piece of paper in the eyes of Zhongyuan Zhongye. With his hands in his pockets and his body arched, he is ready to show his skills like a beast ready to go: "Next, let's make a big fuss— —”

Before he could finish speaking, Tsukase saw him and walked out.

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also swallowed the words abruptly, meaning that he doesn't need to take action?

Just in time, let's see how strong this guy is.

So, he pressed down on the brim of his hat and stepped forward to follow.

"Who!?" The guards immediately raised their guns.

The dark blue-haired boy strolling in the moonlight is dragging his suitcase, like a traveler who happened to get lost here, he casually glanced at the black muzzle of the gun, without flinching.

"Good evening." Tsukase Jian patted the suitcase lightly, and there were a few dull slamming sounds from inside the suitcase. He confirmed politely, "Is this the warehouse of the Tsujido Society?"

"Which organization are you from?" The guards didn't take it lightly because the visitors were two young children. Their fingers were always on the trigger, and they might pull it off at will.

"We are the Rockets shuttle in Yokohama." Tsukasemi introduced enthusiastically, "I am Tsukase Kojiro, and he is Nakahara Musashi."

Nakahara Chuya: "Why am I a woman!?"

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you! Be honest!"

Tsukinasemi shrugged, and went straight in: "We want to go in."

"This is not a place for children to play!" The guard threatened fiercely, "If you don't roll away, you will shoot!"

"Is it okay to give money?"

"Do you think this is a tourist attraction that you can enter with money!"

Tsukase Mi put down the suitcase that Nakahara Chuya suspected was full of bombs, and opened the zipper, dazzling golden light poured out from the gap. He exerted a little force on his wrist, and the whole picture of the inside of the suitcase was unobstructed. It's a whole chest of gold.

"If you choose to leave with the money now, you can live comfortably for the rest of your life. Anyway, Tsujido will be a small organization." He looked at the dumbfounded guards, and curled his lips, "Do you really not think about it?"

The guards swallowed nervously, and they looked at each other: "I..."

"—Think about it!!!"

Nakahara Nakaya kicked the suitcase aside, grabbed the collar of Tsukasemi, and the veins on his forehead burst: "Are you a fool with a lot of money?"

"Mr. Sen won't reimburse you?"

Tsukigase Jian, who had a slight advantage in height, thought casually, should he stand on his toes to cooperate, pretending to be lifted by Nakahara Chuya with his feet hanging in the air.

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corner of his mouth: "Do you think it's possible?"

Tsukase Jian was silent for a few seconds, and said with emotion: "The port Mafia has both gods and beasts, and the species is quite rich."

"Where did the beast come from!?"

At the same time, the fired bullets stopped in the air.

The iconic gravity control made the guards recognize the identity of Nakahara Chuya, and their hands holding the guns kept shaking: "The king of sheep!?"

"Isn't Mr. Sen a Pixiu?"

Tsukase Jian followed up with Chuya Nakahara's words in a calm tone, and glanced at the guards who took out the walkie-talkie with gray eyes. The next second, the frost that appeared out of thin air climbed onto the muzzle of the gun and the walkie-talkie, forming a thick layer of ice. .

The ice crystals touched the skin, and before covering the body, the guards dropped what they were holding in panic.

Maintaining the posture of being pulled up by the collar, Tsukase Jian raised his hand, and he snapped his fingers uninterestedly, and the box of gold that was kicked to the side disappeared like a magic trick.

"Illusion?" Nakahara Nakata Fukuoka understood his intention immediately, "You want to cheat for reimbursement fees with empty hands and white wolves!?"

"Well, I didn't expect you to be upright and stop my bribery."

Skipping the question about supernatural powers, Tsukigase Jian casually put his hand on the hand that was holding his collar, and easily relieved Nakahara Chuya's strength with ingenuity.

He tidied up the collar he had regained his freedom, and his silver-gray eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, turned towards his temporary mission partner, full of incomprehension.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, are you a pioneer in anti-corruption?"

……

The bribery plan failed, and Chuya Nakahara punched a hole in the metal gate.

Miki Tsukase almost didn't need to intervene in what happened next. Nakahara Chuya crushed the members of the Tsujido Society who were in charge of guarding the warehouse with absolute strength. The young cadre candidate was forced to paddle the whole way, as long as he walked along the road he opened. alright.

"found it."

Zhongyuan Zhongya stood in front of Mu Cangzhi with his pockets in his pocket. He turned around and asked the seniors who joined Mafia port a few days earlier than himself: "What's the next step? Should we take it back or contact someone else?"

"I'll get in touch." Tsukasemi walked around the members of the Tsujido Club who were lying on the ground, and walked into the room, "Mr. Mori has been lucky recently."

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought he was referring to the harvest of this mission: "There are quite a lot of wooden warehouses in this batch."

Tsukase Jian flipped through the phone's address book, and said lazily: "I mean, in just a few days, we have two more powerful new members—ah, Dazai-kun seems to be officially joining now? That should be three Mr. Mori is worthy of being a mythical beast Pixiu."

"Are you familiar with Dazai?" Nakahara Chuya asked the question he wanted to ask before.

"I knew him before I came here."

Tsukase saw that he didn't answer directly, he didn't give Nakahara Chuya time to ask questions, he dialed the phone, picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

After a few rings, the phone was connected.

"Hello, I'm Tsukase, the candidate for the airborne cadre."

"Know me? That would be great, please send some people to transport the guns."

"It's from the Tsujido Society, and everything has been dealt with."

"Well, I'll send you the address later."

……

After a simple communication, Tsukase Jian put down the cell phone next to his ear, and while editing the text message, he said to Nakahara Chuya: "They will come later."

The moment he pressed send, a chat software notification popped up on the screen, which was his close friend.

[Long Drawer Soba: I suggest you turn yourself in. 】

Tsukiyasemi: "..."

He almost thought it was the internet police coming.

He clicked on the chat window and slowly typed a question mark.

[Above Nine Heavens:? 】

"Mr. Zhongyuan." Tsukase Jian put away his phone and asked seriously, "Has anyone ever persuaded you to surrender?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

This wave is a confusion transfer.

……

Since he did not contribute much to this mission, Tsukinasemi took the initiative to take over the task of submitting the mission report.

Such a self-conscious performance won the favor of Nakahara Chuya. Although this guy seems to have a bad brain, but compared to the disgusting memories of him and Dazai Osamu before, Tsukigasemi is not bad.

Young cadre candidates are unaware of the rise in favorability.

Tsukase Jian took a taxi back to the apartment, only to remember when he got home that he forgot to bring his suitcase back.

Forget it, a suitcase is not worth his trip, and he still plans to drive out the mission report before going to bed.

Tsukasemi turned on the laptop on the table, and habitually logged into the chat software first, but the profile picture of "Cage Soba" kept flashing, and the other party sent several private chat messages.

Ah, I was in a daze on the way home by car and forgot to read the news.

[Long Drawer Soba: I remember you are a civil servant, right? 】

[Cage Soba: People like you who defect to illegal organizations are more likely to be caught than ordinary people, and the punishment should be more severe. 】

[Long Drawer Soba: I don't want our first meeting to be on the phone through the glass in a prison. 】

Tsukiyasemi: "..."

Why did he curse him to be arrested and imprisoned as soon as he came up!

The bitter persuasion from a close netizen didn't affect Tsukase Jian, he tapped on the keyboard, typed a line confidently, and pressed Enter.

[Above Nine Heavens: It's okay, I won't be arrested. 】

[Cage soba noodles: ...that's not the point. 】

The chat window keeps showing "the other party is typing", but no message has been sent.

Xia Youjie on the other side of the screen typed out a line of words, but frowned and deleted them all, repeating this several times.

Half a minute passed.

[Long Drawer Soba Noodles: Have you really thought about it? 】

【Cage soba noodles: Once you go this way, you can't turn back. 】

——Elected as a candidate for the cadre of Port Mafia, and completed two missions, this is considered to be running wild on this road, right?

The dark blue-haired boy in front of the computer propped himself up on the table with one hand. The few lines that popped up in the chat window made him confirm his previous inference. This netizen was indeed a bloody and righteous DK.

It was precisely because he did not have this awareness that he chose to leave the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

[Above Nine Heavens: I submitted a letter of resignation to the company according to the formal procedure, so I am no longer a civil servant. 】

[Above Nine Heavens: This is called legitimate job-hopping. 】

Xia Youjie, who is far away from the High School of Conjuration: "..."

Netizens who have known each other for many years go astray and are still stubborn, what should I do?Urgent, wait online.