The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"what is this?"

Sakunosuke Oda looked at the small modified "container" in front of him, and it took him a long time to regain the ability to speak.Mori Yuki patted the box with his backhand in front of him: "Ice cream truck, I hope you can learn to drive a truck within today, and preview how to make crepes and ice cream by the way."

The red-haired boy wiped his face, and asked with a vicissitudes of life: "Is PortMafia finally unable to pay wages?"

"Of course it can be sent. The 500 million that Kong Shiyu transferred is used up?" The girl kept jumping up and down to check the second-hand refit that was bought at a low price: "Didn't my car be blown up by Dazai? I can’t find a new one, so let’s use this instead for the time being.”

No, don't you think this style of painting is a bit weird?

He looked up at the driver's box of the truck, and suddenly felt... It didn't seem unacceptable?Selling some ice cream and crepes along the way can be regarded as making profits for the organization.

So should I get used to the driving method of the truck first?Or practice making ice cream first?

Just when Oda Sakunosuke was thinking about where to start, Mori Yuki, who was wearing overalls with overalls and bundled up his hair, took out a bottle of spray paint from his back pocket: "Maybe it's not good enough now, I'll decorate it a little bit, and it will be done soon." good."

"What are you doing?" Osamu Dazai, who is elusive and likes to play pranks recently, joined the chat, and his eyes lit up when he saw the spray paint in the girl's hand: "Drawing! I'm very good at it!"

As he spoke, he walked closer and stole a bottle of Shake from Mori Yuki's other pocket. The balls made a crisp "click click" sound: "It's a pity, the chance of death is not high if you drink it. But it's been a long time. Alas..."

"Then you try gilded water~" Mori Yuki also shook the aluminum can desperately up and down, his expression gradually became agitated: "Ice cream truck! I will draw this side and you will draw that side!"

"yeah--!"

Osamu Dazai cheered, and Oda Sakunosuke suddenly had a bad feeling—maybe [Tian Yi Seamless] worked, but he still couldn't see the reason.

Soon he understood, no, he would rather not understand.

Three hours later, the red-haired boy was violent: "I will never drive this thing out! Absolutely!"

What are these paintings?On both sides of the carriage is a spoof imitating "Our Lady of the Rocks", and the other side is simply smoky and smoky, as if Avici Hell is coming to the world.It's not that there is a problem with the painting, but that this kind of thing can't be seen at all!If it is painted like this, will parents allow children to come and buy things?Will there be children who dare to come up to buy things?Do you guys want to sell those ice creams and crepes?Show me some basic respect for food, damn it!

"Wow! He's angry!" Mori Yuki widened his eyes in surprise.

"Yeah, the capybara is actually angry!" Osamu Dazai smiled badly.

"Big success!" The black cats even gave up their previous suspicions and gave each other a high-five. Oda Sakunosuke was taken aback for a moment, then retreated sullenly and lost all momentum: "..."

"Oda! Don't be angry with me! Without you, who will buy me cakes and milk tea, who will drive for me, who will protect my safety!" The exaggerated and contrived lines were sung in the form of an aria, the one with the incomplete tone Crooked at the side to chime in: "That's it!"

The children who pretended to be sad and upset hugged each other, using each other's clothes as rags to wipe their hands vigorously, with disgusted faces.

"Hey...you're happy as long as you're happy. Jean, I'm going to test the car." The red-haired boy looked up to the sky and sighed, and quickly wiped away the sparks that burst out by accident.

——It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what is painted on the outside of the car, anyway, I can wear sunglasses to cover my face, if not, I can add a mask.

As long as you don't get recognized, you won't die.

The black cats all sighed regretfully, and quickly separated to grab the first one to climb into the warehouse to play with the ice cream machine.Looking at it this way, they are still two children who can't grow up!

"What are you going to ship?"

Osamu Dazai dug out a barrel of white sugar from the cupboard, opened it without thinking, and poured it directly into the prefabricated barrel.After doing the same thing with the cream, Yuki Mori tore off the milk label and stuck it on the opponent's arm: "The biggest one."

How could she know the types of weapons in the US military base completely, and she hasn't gone in to see it yet.

"Take the vanilla extract away! I want chocolate flavor!" The girl protested loudly when she realized what the boy was going to do with the liquid in front of them in time.The latter obediently put down the vanilla essence, grabbed the apple essence next to her and poured it all at once while she was not paying attention: "Haha!"

"..." Mori Yuki glared at the complacent Osamu Dazai, and not to be outdone, took half a pack of cocoa powder and sprinkled it.Then, they tried all the food processors on the table.

Oda Sakunosuke, who was driving, first circled around the headquarters, slowly getting used to the characteristics of the truck, and then drove northeast to test the road distance.He saw piles of unidentified products piled up in the ice cream cone from the rearview mirror, and he was completely desperate for this theoretically promising business.

If you eat it, you will die, and it will be too late to send it to the hospital.

This ice cream truck full of post-modern heavy metal hell religious style slowly drove past the gate of the US military base. Although it had no intention of stopping to set up a stall for business, it still made the soldiers who came out lazily to have fun—a nearby island country. The residents are very timid. If they couldn't afford a series of moving expenses, the place would have moved out of a quarantine zone long ago, let alone anyone who dared to come up and sell things.

In fact, we can't blame the surrounding residents for being too conservative. It's really the soldiers who are too "bold and unrestrained".An armored car ran over a high school girl to death, stole a red light hanging from a nearby railway, ran into someone and escaped with a drunk driver, recruited 1 prostitute, 1 white 1 prostitute and beat someone for not paying them, etc. There are a lot of similar news on the TV station I'm too lazy to report.

With this kind of "neighbor", no one is afraid to change it!

Today, however, an ice cream truck that is harmless to humans and animals appears by chance, like a rabbit that attracts the attention of dogs, round and fluffy, bouncing around.The thick color effect on the body of the ice cream is very cool. It doesn't look like the aesthetic style of the locals, but the red-haired guy driving the car does have an oriental face.The American soldiers who were idle at the gate of the base were immediately whetted: "Hey! You! Stop! Stop quickly!"

Oda Sakunosuke glanced back at him, waiting for Mori Yuki's order.

"Stop, stop!" A youthful voice came from behind, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped on the brakes.

"What's the matter?" The partition of the unopened sales window was lifted, and the two "boys" squeezed together, showing their faces with smiles.Regardless of Osamu Dazai's language proficiency, it was Yuki Mori who spoke in order not to reveal his secrets.The distinctive features of her European mixed race doubled the favor of the soldiers-even if you can't meet the whole "hometown people", half of them are still very interesting~

"Doughnuts, do you have any?" The bear-like young man showed a green ticket, and the little "boy" with bundled hair shook his head: "No, no, sir, it hasn't opened yet, no license!"

He didn't apply for it at all, Kong Shiyu was applying for a fake certificate, just find a familiar hand to draw a picture, it's not a big deal.

"No license?" Da Bing frowned.

Without a certificate, food is not allowed to enter the market even if there is no problem. This is a matter of principle.

But the "boy" quickly gave him a barely acceptable reply: "I can get it tomorrow. We pass here every afternoon. What kind of donuts do you want?"

"Honey butter." The young man nodded, accepting the extended service: "I want ice cream, too, chocolate."

"Okay!" "Boy" patted the flour on his hands, his big purple eyes were shining with joy: "Where are you from? It sounds like an Irish accent."

"He" smiled with a bit of a bad boy vileness, but not obnoxious.In contrast, the local boy next to him was much more shy, pursing his lips and saying nothing.

The soldier also laughed: "You can hear that too? My ancestors were Irish immigrants in Massachusetts. You are American-Japanese mixed? Germanic!"

Mori Yuki smiled and said nothing: "Hey! Guess?"

Under the BUFF bonus of "Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country", the soldier stood by the ice cream truck and chatted with her for a long time before leaving. Oda Sakunosuke kicked the accelerator and drove away.

"Are you planning to steal arms from the U.S. military? Use an ice cream truck?" After walking far away, Osamu Dazai was very excited: "I want to play too! Take me one!"

"I have no objection, you can ask yourself."

As long as daddy cheap allows, she doesn't mind bringing someone to distract the opponent.

However, Mr. Mori does not allow it, and the reason is very good-Osamu Dazai did not join PortMafia, he is not a member of the organization, and naturally he cannot participate in ongoing important activities.

"Mr. Dazai can consider whether he is willing to become a member of PortMafia." The old and cunning man threw out the bait: "I can let Xiaoyuki be your partner."

temporary.

"No!" Of course the young man knew what this guy was planning, and he refused decisively in his mouth, but he didn't have any hesitation in his heart-it seemed very lively.

Mori Ogai spread his hands: "Then there is no way, after all, this task is related to the core interests of the organization, and it is impossible for me to allow outsiders to intervene."

Osamu Dazai squinted at him and snorted.

If he really wanted to achieve that level of secrecy, he would not have heard the black suits talking about the young lady's new toys in the corridor from the very beginning.

"However, I can let you see the results, if you can achieve the same level." The leader of PortMafia smiled and threw out a trap, and the boy who was not reconciled to thinking about it puffed up his cheeks: "It's a deal!"

Even if you can't participate, it's interesting to deduce and restore the incident afterwards, especially Yuki Mori, even he may not be able to guess her next move.

It’s interesting only when you can’t figure it out, and a life where you can see everything at a glance is so boring that it’s scary!

From this day on, the ice cream truck that frightens the crying children passes by the gate of the US military base on time every afternoon.Perhaps for the sake of safety, the local boy with hairy hair disappeared and was replaced by a French youth who also wrapped his long hair.

The German boy explained to the guests that the Frenchman was his father, and he also fabricated a reasonable moving story. After hearing this, everyone, including the driver, was constipated, except Mr. Lan Tang, who was a happy father.

Although he didn't know why, he felt that this plot seemed familiar.

"Don't be kidding, he looks like a Gaul, you are a German, and you are of mixed blood!" Swift, the tall young man who came over to buy sweets first, opened his mouth to complain.He said as he ate a donut in his hand, and he also held a few paper bags for others: "The quartermaster will suspect it, so don't make trouble for yourself!"

In any case, this is also a military base, and there will be many inquiries that should be made. Even if it is a formality, this form will never be omitted.

Mori Yuki pounced on Lantang's back and asked him to carry her on his back, the latter smiled and shook his head to do so. The "boy" announced happily: "Just because he is French."

"Oh~" Swift looked at Lan Tang's expression changed, and the young man winked and raised his arms to lean on the pallet: "How about it, that must be a beauty?"

"Indeed, she is absolutely beautiful, like a fairy who has missed the stage." Recalling Alice's golden beauty, Mr. Lan Tang took out all his literary and artistic qualities to evaluate: "Just one look, and you will never forget it."

Oda Sakunosuke who was driving: "..."

Is it bad luck to know too much?

The American soldiers burst into laughter, and the topic turned to whether French women are more romantic or German women are more conquering.Of course, Russian beauties are also very good, but unfortunately they are too hot, and if you are not careful, you will turn love into a free fight.As for those local weak women who are like birds and dodders, it is also within the scope of discussion-many popular actresses will be transported into the base by the island government to "work the army", which is also an open secret.

Occasionally, the boy who sells ice cream will interject a few words, and at this time, the customers will laugh and tease "him" that his hair is not yet fully grown, and he thinks everything for nothing.

After doing business for two or three months, one day Swift finally said to Lan Tang excitedly: "Dude, your luck has come, the quartermaster agreed to allow the ice cream truck to drive into the base for an hour every afternoon."

In this way, one more "non-staple food" can be added to the purchase list, and there is one more reason for reimbursement.

For small-scale businessmen, it can be regarded as a safer and more secure transaction method.You only need to wait for regular settlement from the logistics office every month, and you don't have to worry about trivial matters such as collecting money and giving change.

——For these tedious addition and subtraction calculations, Mr. Lantang, who rarely loses his hair, clearly sensed the threat from the hairline.

The young man who felt his hair was saved was overjoyed: "That's really great! To be honest, those numbers are really troublesome!"

"I think so too!" Swift gave a sympathetic look.

Another two weeks later, the ice cream truck drove past the base as usual, and the soldiers at the gate raised the barrier to let them pass. Some people even came over and chatted around the truck, just like sitting outside a coffee shop.

"Vergent, can you bring in something else?" Swift walked to the sales window and rubbed his fingers at Lan Tang in a low voice: "Tomorrow is a brother's birthday, and we want to hold a party for him in the evening .”

Of course Lan Tang understood what he meant, he glanced left and right, and leaned out against the window frame pallet: "It's okay to drink as much as you want. But I'm afraid...if I'm found out, I'll be in trouble."

Of course, drinking alcohol or using drugs is not allowed in the barracks, but this garrison does not need to undertake combat missions, and it is better to call it a vacation than a service.The officers and soldiers stationed here do not feel that there will be any danger of attack-no one thinks that it needs to be taken seriously and respected when dealing with a country that has broken its spine.

As soon as Swift heard that he at least had a connection, his attitude became more eager: "It's okay, no one will check at all. We just get together at night to have a good time, there won't be any big troubles, and the price is negotiable."

"But if I'm found out, I'll go to jail!" Lan Tang glanced left and right, raised his palm and patted Mori Yuki: "Look, my son is very clever."

He smiled and rumpled the hair of the "boy" in overalls overalls pointingly, Swift understood: "See you tomorrow afternoon, young man."

Mori Yuki rolled his eyes while spreading chocolate sauce on the freshly fried donuts: "Is there anything else I can serve, sir?"

"More wine, 'tobacco' too, as much as you can bring, and your errand tips are indispensable." The young man licked his lips: "Ah! Sprinkle more colored candies!"

"Give!"

The "boy" handed out the fried food sprinkled with sugar sticks, and Swift took a big bite of it contentedly: "It still tastes like this!"

Mori Yuki and Rantang exchanged glances: The delivery date can be confirmed with the buyer tomorrow.

The buyer Fyodor contacted was indeed very interested in the weapons in the US military bases stationed in the island country, and the price they offered was also very beautiful, which was not worthy of Maozi's reputation for boldness.According to the plan reached by the two parties after several discussions, PortMafia must sail the ship to the vicinity of the four northern islands. At that time, someone will come forward to check and receive the goods, and the payment for the goods will be directly credited to the account after the goods are inspected.As for how to launder these black money in the future, that is not something buyers need to worry about.

"How big is your subspace capacity?"

On the way back to PortMafia headquarters, Yuki Mori confirmed with Lantang again, and the latter gave a definite answer: "Ten cubic meters, I tried it with tap water at home."

Well, it's only ten cubic meters, and this answer is not "beyond" at all.The girl dragged her chin and pursed her lips: "About the past, don't you remember anything? Have you seen a doctor? Brain injuries can be serious or minor, and you still need to have a careful examination."

"I think... okay?" He tried hard for a while, as if he heard the sound of waves crashing in his head: "I can't remember."

"Forget it, maybe it's a good thing if you don't remember it." Letting go of this, she went to the window connected to the cab to talk to Oda Sakunosuke: "Tomorrow night, everything will be carried out according to the daily drill. You and Lan Tang first parked the car in the base, found a tire and gave it a shot, and don’t forget to use the silencer. I brought wine and 'tobacco' and then arrived, and stayed until night under the pretext of repairing the car. In the middle, Lan and I Going down to the armory, it's all up to Oda and you to find ways to delay outside, without support."

"When we come out, drive away, that's it." After repeating the process, Mori Yuki asked, "Are there any questions?"

"The only problem is what to do if the U.S. military checks the warehouse and finds that the ammunition has been stolen." Oda Sakunosuke is just straightforward, and he is not stupid.The girl smacked her lips: "Last time when I was looking for the logistics to check out, Lan Tang had a conversation with their quartermaster. I made sure that the last inspection of the warehouse was half a year ago. It should be counted every two years on average. It will only be longer and not shorter. Let's Good luck."

"After I succeed, I will go to the north with the boat to complete the deal. Oda, you stay and Lantang to finish the scene." She laughed twice: "Find a few people from the organization to change into police clothes, stay away Drive the two of you away, and then say that you were caught selling contraband and wanted to escape, and there is no trace from then on, perfect."

It is indeed perfect. Yokohama has a permanent population of 300 million, and PortMafia is a little distance from the garrison base.After two or three years, even if he is recognized again at that time, it can be said to be "released from prison".

Lan Tang tilted his head to sort out his thoughts, and felt that this plan was very reliable—although it sounded absurd, it was really very feasible, and the partners who implemented it were all IQs above, and they couldn't find any flaws.

Oda Sakunosuke also thought so, so he acted according to the plan the next afternoon.

The guards let him through, and as soon as the sales window opened, Swift came up to him and asked what he wanted.Lan Tang smiled and showed him the empty carriage: "We have to wait a little later."

Realizing that the boy was not in the car, he immediately understood what the other party meant—there was no contraband in the car, and there was no contraband when he came in and when he went out.He couldn't help laughing at the cunning of the Frenchman secretly in his heart, for fear of leaving some clues to others, he was too cowardly.

While a group of soldiers were chatting in front of the ice cream truck, Oda Sakunosuke quietly got out of the truck.Before he got out of the car, he prepared the gun, pretended to move his body, and took advantage of the unpreparedness to kill a tire on the right rear car.It didn't take long for Mori Yuki to move a few huge storage boxes to the gate of the base.Similar situations have often been seen in the past few months. Not only did the guard not feel suspicious, he even walked out to help her move the things to the ice cream truck: "Are there so many people eating donuts today?"

"Swift said he had a buddy who had a birthday today, so we prepared some surprises for the birthday person." The "boy" flipped his arm inadvertently, just in time to lift the lid of a storage box.

The guard understood, took the "bribe" from Lan Tang and happily returned to his position.

Hard liquor!Good stuff tonight!

Soon Swift heard the wind and called several people to help deliver the "birthday cake".Mori Yuki mixed in the crowd and followed them - "tobacco" and "drugs" cannot be traded in such a grand manner.

It is said that there is a party at night, and these boring American soldiers can't wait until it gets dark. The moment they open the packing box, they scream like ghosts.When the "boy" took out large and small packages of powder, granules, and plant leaves from the tool bag hanging on his shoulder... Excited screams burst through the roof in an instant.

"Good boy, are you robbing some drug lord's supply?" Swift was full of face among his colleagues, and became more friendly to the "boy" who had the ability to get him contraband: "It's great! "

"Don't tell me, or my father will be arrested and imprisoned until he dies." The little guy rolled his eyes and wiped his nose with his thumb: "I have to go, where do I get out from?"

A group of soldiers were eager to share "good stuff", and Swift waved casually: "Go east. Hey, as long as you don't go north to that white house warehouse, you can go wherever you want, no one will embarrass you so small boy."

Very well, that is the north side, the white warehouse.