The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Shrugging his shoulders, Mori Yuki closed the door for the soldiers who had already started to puff, and turned around to leave.Back at the ice cream truck, Oda Sakunosuke, who was driving the car, was gesticulating and communicating with people.

"What's wrong?" The "boy" raised his head, and the person who gestured and the listener heaved a sigh of relief at the same time: "He seems to be talking about something, the car is broken?"

Impatiently reminded by the American soldier, the "boy" in overalls and overalls widened his eyes in shock: "What? The car broke down?"

After saying "he", he jumped into the cab in a panic and tossed back and forth. Lan Tang was still frying donuts and squeezing ice cream in the back. When he heard the sound, he also stuck his head out and asked, "The car broke down again? I said earlier that I couldn't buy this second-hand Russian car." goods!"

"Oh, it's the most complete and best-looking of all the cars. It's already giving you face without opening a piece of broken glass and missing a door!"

The "boy" replied with sweat profusely, and the soldiers waiting in line for sweets roared with laughter.

Russian jokes, everyone loves them.

"No, I have to go down there and see!"

Saying "he", he pushed open the car door and jumped down, dragging out a toolbox and an oilcloth.The people around laughed at "him" that the doorpost that hadn't yet been built looked solid, and the slender "boy" threw the oilcloth to the bottom of the car, and the whole person flung himself and slid in.

In the evening, the word that Swift had got the "good stuff" was so widespread that even the quartermaster couldn't help but squeeze in to enjoy it.Mori Yuki, who was lying on the bottom of the car for "repairs", came out with black oil in his hands, covered his stomach, looked left and right, and then lowered his paws.

The loitering American soldiers all ran to find Swift, and no one cared what she was doing.

Then, I suddenly felt a sense of loss that I found that my plan was useless.

"Oda, Mr. Lantang and I will go to the North Armory, and I will leave this to you. If anyone asks about it, just say that Lantang will take me to the bathroom!"

Giving a simple and rude excuse, she followed Lan Tang to the north, and found the white warehouse after a short walk.Although the door lock is a password and an iris seems to be fortified, in fact, the exposed windows are ordinary plastic-steel windows... There is no difficulty in intrusion at all.

Lan Tang lifted the lower edge of the window and pushed it up, and the entire glass was easily removed.They erected the sashes against the wall and stepped on the window frames to climb in.

There are wooden grid boxes lined up on the iron three-tier shelf, and weapons of various specifications are lined up one by one.Mori Yuki put on the prepared gloves, and when she saw something interesting, she grabbed a handful and threw it to Lantang.The ground floor was quickly finished, and then the two of them pried open the connecting door and went underground. Various types of shells, grenades, and today's main targets were lying quietly on the shelves.

"That's it, Mr. Lan Tang." The girl patted the steel shell of the "Tomahawk", and Lan Tang was stunned for a while: "Are you sure?"

This thing is more than five meters flat without a shelf, and its wingspan is nearly three meters, at least two hundred catties.He gestured back and forth, trying to stretch the subspace into a cuboid under Mori Yuki's frequent urging, and managed to stuff it in and hide it.

"Okay, let's move out." The girl quickly wiped away all traces left behind, and exited the white warehouse.At this time, Oda Sakunosuke had already fooled away at least two patrols, and when he saw the "father and son" returning, he hurriedly took out the spare tire and replaced it, as if he had finally repaired the car after all the hardships, and just swaggered out of the military base.

At this time, even the guards ran away at the door, and it was Yuki Mori who jumped off the isolation pole that he opened.

Back at PortMafia headquarters, Yuki Mori tore off the cloth covering his hair, and took the elevator with Rantang to the chief's office.Looking at the precision-guided weapon in front of him, the corner of Mori Ogai's mouth twitched: "Okay, I have seen your results."

It was actually possible to steal it!And it's the "Tomahawk", which is said to be accurate to an ultra-long distance with an error of only two meters.

He is not a long-winded person, so he immediately wrote the silver oracle and handed it to Yuki Mori: "The ship is at the port and can leave at any time."

This kind of hot thing, the sooner you sell it, the safer it is.

Mori Yuki naturally understood this truth, and nodded immediately: "Mr. Lantang and Oda must stay behind to clean up the tail. I have told them what to do. I will go to the four northern islands with the boat. If I am lucky Return within three months."

Mori Ogai was noncommittal.Overseas trade, it really depends on luck to be able to return within three months. In addition to the time laid out before, it will be the end of the year when the child returns, and it is time for him to fulfill his promise.

"Good luck, my child." He paused, and finally added: "PortMafia can still protect you until the ship crosses the Tsugaru Strait. After leaving Hokkaido, others can only turn back. At that time, everything You can only rely on yourself, don't force yourself."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, so surprised that she even forgot to blink: "Oh, I see, father."

"I heard there is something beautiful!"

The extremely rare moment of warmth in the chief's office was interrupted by the appearance of Osamu Dazai. The young man poked his head into the room through the crack of the door, and saw the "Tomahawk" lying on the ground at a glance: "Wow!"

"Wow~" He rushed in excitedly, and when he was two meters away from the thing, Oda Sakunosuke quickly grabbed his collar: "You can't touch it."

"Why!" Osamu Dazai laughed angrily, "Why can't I touch it!"

"Because it explodes if you touch it."

[Tian Yi Seamless] Tell him that this kid has a grenade hidden in his pocket, he really wants to die.

Being held and dangled by someone's hand didn't delay the boy's mouth, and he never had a moment's leisure: "It's not fair! You don't take me to play with you, and you don't let me get close to you when you play! It's too much, you guys are too much Already!"

"The basic cost of one piece is US$120 million, not counting equipment matching, transfer, maintenance, and overhaul... If you can afford the cost, it's not that you can't get another plane to set off the 'fireworks' for you." Just look at the excitement."

Mori Yuki said quietly: "The buyer offered an offer worth [-] million island currency, how much can you give me?"

No matter how depreciated the currency of the island country is, it will not be reduced to the level of Zimbabwe, so [-] million can indeed buy Mori Ogai to play a good husband in front of Big Alice.If Osamu Dazai can afford the money, the lady doesn't care who the buyer is.

The black-haired boy with empty pockets was instantly as quiet as a chicken.

"Okay, okay, no matter how good the relationship between you two is, you can't be reluctant to let go of your work, right?" Upon hearing the profit, Mr. Sen quickly entered the drama.He clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention back, and first urged his daughter with a smile: "Go and do your work, remember to bring more magazines. Wash your hands frequently, drink plenty of water, and don't eat unclean food... "

Facing the cheap father who suddenly started rambling, Mori Yuki barely held back the vomiting in his heart and wanted to enjoy the family affection bought with money: "I know, Dad, you have to stay at home and wait for me to come back!"

"Okay!" Mori Ogai even took out a small handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the corners of his eyes: "Daddy is already missing Yuki!"

"Ouch!" Osamu Dazai bravely expressed his feelings for the other two men, but Oda Sakunosuke just held him and refused to let go: "Do you want ice cream? That car has to continue to operate until all the closing clues until it's all cleaned up."

The black-haired boy was immediately distracted: "Okay! I want to eat apple-flavored ice cream."

Said he also wanted to play this.

Seeing that this small disturbance quickly dissipated, Lan Tang put away his "Tomahawk" and sent Mori Yuki and Huo to board the ship.

"Although most Russians are fiery and fierce, there are some special circumstances. Don't stereotype anyone when you're out. Be vigilant, don't sleep too hard at night, and..." the long-haired man looked down worriedly Come over: "You are a girl, it is somewhat inconvenient on the boat, please take care to protect yourself."

"You have to take care of yourself too." The girl showed a soft and harmless smile: "Sir, I have a gift, I have thought about it for a long time and I don't know whether I should give it to you..."

For this mild-tempered transcendent, Mori Yuki's feelings towards him have gradually evolved from being a tool person to being dependent-during the half a year of pretending to be "father and son", a kind of thing that she herself has not noticed. Dependence of pups on adult males.Maybe it's because "father" has been absent for too long, maybe it's because Rantang always appears behind Mori Ogai, he is like the shadow of "father", in the eyes of this child who grew up casually, he is beautified invisibly It became what she wanted in her heart.

After all, she is only 12 years old.

"Then I'll wait for your return flight in Yokohama."

The long-haired man opened his arms and gently hugged the girl, his warm lips gently touched her forehead and let go quickly: "My lovely little queen."

Before you know it, no one knows when things have changed.If the child and her father were at opposite ends of the balance, Lan Tang felt that he could make a choice immediately without any thought at all.

The smuggling boat left the port in the early morning, and the sea breeze blew his long hair, and he suddenly shivered from the cold.It's so strange, it's already midsummer, but it seems that there are bursts of chills seeping from the depths of the soul.

"It's really cold." Lan Tang wrapped himself in his coat, rubbed his hands and left the hidden smuggling dock.

Half a month later, the ship entered the northern waters actually controlled by Russia. Looking at the "fleet" approaching from the horizon, the captain of the smuggling ship resolutely lay down, and his posture of surrender could not be more standard.Mori Yuki put his hand on his eyebrows and looked from a distance, and judged that the other party was the target of the transaction through the newly learned semaphore.

It's just... hardly imaginable.

Look at other people's teams, and then look at your own shabby smuggling boat.

Alas, the momentum is inexplicably short.

"Welcome, guests from afar."

The captain opposite had a nice beard, and it seemed that he spent a lot of time maintaining them.Beside this venerable captain stood a boy whom Mori Yuki had met once.

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky is also an intelligence dealer who has become more and more important recently.

The ship's side was handed over, and the opposite side quickly stretched out a wooden plank between the two boats, and then the first officer led a few sailors to step on the plank and jumped over: "Haha, where is our little guest?" ? Where is the big baby?"

"Here! Hello sir!"

Yuki Mori, who was dressed as a teenager, jumped out from behind the crowd, and the burly man like a hill smiled heartily, and patted the little girl's shoulder with his big palm "Bang Bang": "Yes, although a little thin, it looks like you are traveling in Petrels in the storm."

It was quite a friendly compliment, and given her age, almost everyone in the room could rub her hair for such a stretch.

"You are also as strong as a bear!" The "boy" grinned, still laughing heartlessly after being photographed staggeringly.

The captain of the smuggling boat couldn't help but look at this PortMafia insider under Mr. Lantang's personal care, and even had a little more admiration for him—don't look at this kid who is stuck in the warehouse all day, and can get along with this group of burly people. Russians who are fearful in their hearts come and go, and they don't frown after being slapped like this. They must be tough guys when they grow up.

"Long time no see, Alice." Then Fyodor, who moved over slowly, greeted him with the masculine declension of "Alice". The girl winked at him and accepted the favor: "Good day, Fei Odor, long time no see."

After two years, the frail young man still looked so frail, but the mist between his brows and eyes became thicker.The two looked at each other and smiled, pretending not to know what they had done with each other's name in the past.

"Aha! Fyodor is a good friend, good buddy, since you know each other, it saves a lot of time for greetings." The first mate slapped his chest loudly: "Let's finish the business quickly, and then we can entertain Guests from afar."

There is no need for him to urge the third time, Mori Yuki also has this intention-early delivery and early trouble, let's throw the hot potato to those who are not afraid of being hot.

So she led the first mate to the warehouse: "For the sake of safety, I dismantled it into several parts when there is nothing to do on the road, so that you can fill in the scrap metal in the reason for your remittance. Of course, things There are a lot of the same, if there is less, come to Yokohama to find me at any time, and after sale."

A container that was said to be "pet supplies" was opened by a crowbar, revealing a sharp point on the iconic tail of the "Tomahawk".The first mate was very satisfied after reading it: "That's right, since you can take it apart, you must be able to put it back again?"

"Yes sir, so next, I'm going to go to your house for a while!"

The "boy" took the toast very silky, and the first officer happily resealed the container and went up to call for help.Immediately afterwards, the sailors on both sides of the ship took a lot of effort to successfully transfer the box of "pet supplies". Yuki Mori jumped onto the plank at the end, turned his head and said goodbye to the person who sent him: "Go back, thank you. I hope that in the future There is still an opportunity to work with you.”

The owner of the smuggling boat nodded and bowed, and when the wooden boards connecting the ship's side were withdrawn, he immediately waved his hands and turned the rudder to head back—this sea area is sensitive and dangerous, if you don't want to get yourself into trouble, you'd better slip away early.

After getting out of this box of goods, he still has other places to go, and it would not be a waste of risk to make a series of trips.

"How's the scenery in Yokohama?" Fyodor waited for a while, and walked side by side with Mori Yuki when he jumped onto the deck. The girl raised her chin: "It's pretty good."

"Compared to West Berlin?" He deliberately stabbed, the girl took a deep breath, turned her face and lowered her voice: "Everyone has its own merits, are you satisfied?"

Following this reply, Bai Shengsheng's small fist unexpectedly stabbed the young man's stomach hard, and he couldn't help but grunt, bent over and covered his stomach: "..."

"Hahahahahahaha!" The captain and the first mate looked at this scene from a distance, and laughed like thunder: "Nice job! Let's fight!"

Fyodor, who is not good at physical attacks: "Phew... sorry."

"Hey..."

The audience taunted with disappointment, regretting not being able to enjoy the pecking of chickens.

The private fleet continued north and finally docked in Vladivostok.

Mori Yuki was transported with the container to a closed forest farm hidden in the mountains. The first meal was dry bread with a small dish of salt.

Although she didn't want to eat this kind of pure carbohydrates at all, she still tried her best to kill the whole "Leba" which was bigger than her face.After seeing the clean plates and the hiccupping "boy", the food delivery person's eyes radiated a scorching light that couldn't be ignored: "Good boy!"

The guest gave face so much, and the host was unambiguous. That night, she was arranged to sit next to the fragrant stew pot, guarding the fire to keep warm, and she could fish whatever meat she wanted.In fact, Yuki Mori, who is more willing to eat carrots raw, can't help but look at Fyodor who is also arranged nearby with a sad face. The other side wants more."

"Sigh... I actually hid most of the box of hard liquor in the container, shouldn't I take it out?" The girl sighed deeply, feeling ashamed of her ignorance - she should have smuggled some grain and non-staple food. No, it's good to bring more sugar.

Fyodol paused for a while, turned his face aside and trembled: "I, ahem, I suggest that you better not tell this matter today, otherwise..."

He pointed at the bubbling stew pot: "That pot is all yours."

"My God!" The girl who hadn't uttered this sentence for a long time rolled her eyes: "Please forgive me."

"But I didn't expect that you dare to come to Russia like this alone." Intelligence personnel like them know best whether there is a tail behind their buttocks.The girl in front of her was really alone, escorting "goods" worth hundreds of millions to this land that was about to be ravaged by wind and snow.This courage is really admirable.

Let's hope it's not reckless.

"Because I need money." She didn't hide anything - facing someone like Fyodor, any concealment is useless, there is no need to waste words to show her stupidity, "I need a lot of money, so much money able to buy everything."

"Oh?" The young man who was also very thoughtful about funds couldn't help but look sideways: "Thenardier Mercenary Corps didn't pay you enough commission?"

"You should know that we are gradually withdrawing from South America and Africa, right? The leader met some people who made him not want to continue sitting on human bones to extract oil." Mori Yuki looked up at the deep sky with stars shining above his head: " There are always some people who have nothing in their hands, but can subdue their peers with their ideals and beliefs."

"Such as Sankara, such as Allende?" Fyodor mentioned two names, Mori Yuki nodded: "Yes, such as Sankara, such as Allende."*

"That makes sense..." The young man lowered his head in thought, the girl breathed in and raised her eyebrows: "In short, Thénardier's glory has long passed, and now the leader lives like a saint, and everyone is looking for it. Opportunity to go it alone."

"Then should we get to know each other again? Hello, Miss Witch." The other party stretched out a hand with slender knuckles: "Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky."

"Hello, Mr. Demon." The girl put her hand up to touch him: "Mori Yuki."

"Is it the daughter of the leader of PortMafia, Mori Ogai?" He quickly let go of his hand politely, and the girl raised her delicate and beautiful eyebrows: "It seems that your news is still as well-informed as ever."

"Oh!" The boy's expression became weird again, as if he wanted to laugh, but he felt that it was not good to laugh here: "Uh... what have you been doing these two years?"

"On vacation!" She answered decisively and without hesitation. Fyodor choked for a while and let out a foul breath: "This is really, the most unexpected answer."

"It's time for me to ask." Mori Yuki broke a grass stalk from the ground, played with it for a while and then threw it away: "What does the young lady of PortMafia look like outside?"

Shaking so obviously, when who doesn't know you're snickering?

Fyodor narrowed his eyes, and a flash of joy flashed across his eyes: "It's strange to say, but anyway, it's a completely different demeanor from your own."

He lowered his eyes meaningfully and looked at the girl's white and soft back of her hand: "At least I won't hit anyone."

"You are such a gentleman with a big heart!" Yuki raised his hands up as a sign of praise, and quickly put down his yin and yang: "You deserve it."

There was almost a "gentle" light in the boy's purple eyes: "Hehe."

Suddenly recalling the evaluation of the Russian beauties by the soldiers in the US military base, Mori Yuki put away the corners of his mouth that were gradually becoming arrogant, and coughed dryly: "I am not good at physical skills, you will not be injured."

"..." Others admitted their weaknesses so frankly and quickly, and Fyodor was even more aggressive when he was not well: "I am not in good health, please stop making such jokes in the future."

"Okay, do you need me to introduce a doctor?" She replied not very sincerely, blinking her eyes a few times, trying to appear sincere and reliable.

The young man chuckled back: "Not now, maybe in the future, thank you."

In the distance is a gathering of adults cheering enthusiastically. Two young people sit around the fire, counting the flickering fireflies in the forest farm with a pot of stewed meat.Winter in Russia comes early, and these short-lived little bugs will soon disappear with the first snow, and perhaps the rare calm at the same time.