The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Verlaine originally planned to take Chuya Chuya away from PortMafia, and theoretically speaking, he also has the strength to carry out this plan.It's a pity that this guy first chose to follow the news to go to Rimbaud to match up, and then there was nothing else.

The old partners fought again and barely reached a consensus - if Chuya himself is unwilling to leave, then no one can make things difficult for him.According to Rimbaud's thinking, even if PortMafia couldn't show the strength to protect the young man, at least the Thenardier mercenary group behind the "witch" was behind it.The so-called skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if this organization is gradually declining, no one wants to confront it with no bottom line.

Verlaine, who thinks more linearly, thinks that Rimbaud is right.

Of course, the main reason is that he first ate Mori Yuki’s Amway with a plate of pears, and then he was hammered by his close partner. Thinking about it, he still feels that the world is dangerous, so it’s better to find an external brain to think for himself. good.So this guy followed Mori Yuki all the way from Russia to the island country, and finally got to the point where he could play freely with one order and one action... He completely pissed off Chuya Nakahara.

First he tore up his car in front of his younger brother without saying a word, then crippled his friend in front of his younger brother, and beat to death the policeman who showed love to him in front of his younger brother, and finally successfully killed and created his younger brother people.Not only failed to establish the "brilliant image" of his elder brother as he wished, but instead made himself the primary target of revenge for the other party.

From Verlaine's point of view, he is really painstaking, and he can bear any grievance for his younger brother.But in the eyes of Nakahara Nakaya, this strange foreigner is simply unreasonable. In just three days, he surpassed Osamu Dazai and became No.1 in his inner assassination list.

Just, I really don't understand this method of operation.

Things have become like this, even if Verlaine jumps into the Tsurumi River, he can't clean it up, so he can only restrain his thoughts of wanting to play freely, and honestly continue to act according to the plan Mori Yuki told him - assassinate Mori Ogai, Then "lose" to the Central Plains.

"You don't let the kid give you an extra punch to gain the upper hand, how can I make him forgive you later?"

That's what the young lady said.

To be honest, Verlaine didn't even know how he should lose so as not to continue to hit his brother's fragile and sensitive young heart.After all, whether it is physical development or power strength, Zhongyuanzhong also has obvious congenital deficiencies-he is not even as tall as Mori Yuki, a little girl with a bad stomach.

The young man distractedly looked at the land while "playing around" with his younger brother.The black building that I had just hit a big hole in was brightly lit, the flow of people was like a colony of ants, coming in and out in an orderly manner, and the girl stood in the middle of the crowd like stars.

Central Plains, who was opposite Verlaine, didn't know what was going on in this opponent's mind. He noticed that he looked at the headquarters building frequently, and the young man mistakenly thought that this person was going to use his old tricks to throw him off and launch another assassination operation.

I swore to Mr. Mori that I would become the sharp blade of the organization and cut down all obstacles for the leader.

"Ru, gloomy and filthy tolerance..."

Black flames spewed out from him, but there was no wind on the sea, but there were huge waves, and the passing ships couldn't dodge in time, so they could only pray to the sky for a miracle.Under the feet of the two people who were entangled, the sea water was swept away by the cyclone, revealing the black seabed.

Verlaine's eyes lit up, his younger brother actually learned to turn on the "switch" by himself!

He seized the time to finish the rest of the play, and then took advantage of the storm and plunged into the sea to escape.

From the perspective of an outsider, it is the teenagers taken in by PortMafia who killed the outsiders who violated the organization.No one knows whether the other party is dead or not, probably dead, anyway, no one can clearly see the situation at the scene.At this moment, Nakahara Chuya himself has completely fallen into a state of berserk and lost consciousness, and it is impossible to tell whether his opponent is dead or alive.Verlaine ran away. Having lost his target, he subconsciously fixed his empty gaze on the PortMafia headquarters building where a large number of people with supernatural powers gathered.

The black monster who only knew about destruction rushed towards the high-rise building. Osamu Dazai, who had done nothing but doze off eating apples all night, stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his coat. Hands: "Wish me luck?"

"Good luck." The girl jumped over and pecked him on the cheek, and Mr. Mori narrowed his eyes.

ho...

The boy got an unexpected gift. After being surprised, he smiled and waved his hand: "Ah, thank you."

The black monster was close at hand, pale fingers grabbed his arm, the flames and storm disappeared instantly, and at the same time there was a short-legged little black dog sleeping soundly on the floor.The man wrapped in the bandage raised his arm and gestured: "Yeah! Call it a day!"

"Xiao Yuki, I will leave it to you for the time being. As for Dazai-kun, your mission should begin." Mori Ogai smiled: "Everyone, the immediate crisis has passed, but the real battle has just begun."

"Understood, Dad." The girl's answer was very different among the "Yes! BOSS!".

Osamu Dazai thought of a stab to express his dissatisfaction that his "girlfriend" was borrowed. After noticing Mr. Mori's smile, the boy immediately closed his mouth without saying a word, bowed slightly and walked out.

The fight with the Ministry of Internal Affairs requires darker and bloodier operations, and those are his tasks.

Happy to find a quiet corner to arrange "funeral affairs" for Verlaine at such a time, Mori Yuki casually pointed to a guard and asked him to carry Nakahara Chuya on his back to the treatment room.The tall and strong burly man posed like a weak willow supporting the wind, carefully picked up the orange-haired boy from the floor, cocked his little fingers all the way crookedly, and almost sent him into the ward with "hands-on".

The other five young people lying on the bed had already woken up before the commotion. When they saw the little friend coming in to report, they stretched their necks trying to see how he was doing.

"Don't look at it, loss of strength, blood loss, stress, in short, it's not a big problem." Mori Yuki followed behind, commanding the guards with an expression of no medical ethics at all: "Wait for me to spread the isolation sheet and throw him on it, and then you You can go now."

The big man was almost so grateful that he uttered a sound, put down the orange-haired boy in a hurry, turned around and ran away—how could he not be afraid, the appearance of Mr. Zhongyuan completely releasing his supernatural power just now is no longer human, and thanks to the kindness of the young lady, the face Can also be consistent with this monster.

The guards fled, Mori Yuki slowly rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, prepared equipment and medicines, washed his hands again, hesitantly tightened the isolation curtain, and washed his hands for the third time.

"What are you going to do to Zhongye?" The man named Duanniao was the least injured, and his head was the highest: "What happened to Zhongye!"

An impatient sigh came from behind the isolation curtain: "Clean the wound, suture, bandage, infusion, what else can I do."

The surgeon code-named "Surgeon" listened for a while and felt relieved: "Very standard and efficient technique, thank you."

"Show me the wound on your leg, do I still need your evaluation of my skills?"

The eldest lady seems to be in a bad mood, and her tone of voice is also smelly.The surgeon smiled darkly when he heard this: "Do you want to lose such a beautiful voice?"

The sound in the isolation curtain suddenly silenced, perhaps because the quietness represented the girl's weakness, and the atmosphere in the treatment room eased a lot.

Half an hour later, the isolation curtain was suddenly pulled open, and a girl with bright eyes like flames strode out and slapped the surgeon on the unsuspecting face: "Believe it or not, I can let you say goodbye to this right now!" beautiful world?"

Lying on the hospital bed next to the surgeon, Leng Xue couldn't help shivering, and saw the surgeon's face suddenly turn blue, with black blood continuously overflowing from his mouth and nose: "..."

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" The gorgeous man with a tear mole in the corner of his eye begged for mercy loudly for his friend: "For the sake of the surgeon's ability to effectively reduce your ineffective labor, please forgive him this time! Please! "

He is indeed that rare type of beauty that transcends gender, and he is especially charming when approached.

It's a pity that the eldest lady's heart is as hard as a rock, not only will she not accept soft and hard words, but even sneered a few words.

"Oh," Mori Yuki folded his arms and called names one by one: "Pianist, public relations officer, dumb bird, cold-blooded, surgeon... Is it fun to form associations in private and eliminate dissidents? PortMafia's most promising new generation is this?"

The faces of the other four young men were as black as the surgeon who was vomiting blood.

When the surgeon could only breathe out but not breathe in, the girl showed mercy and slapped him again.The fairly symmetrical print was a bit comical, but no one protested her behavior—the toxin was released.

The door of the treatment room opened and closed, and the four wounded looked at each other. They looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was unconscious but snoring under the quilt, and at the surgeon who was panting heavily: "..."

"Miss, she is a person with supernatural abilities." The cold-blooded person with a special physique stopped shivering, and the next person who spoke was a surgeon who was almost out of breath: "Extremely wonderful poison!"

Flame-like brilliance erupted from his always calm eyes: "Great! Is this the closest thing to a god?"

Dumbbird, who was mainly in charge of organizing internal transportation arrangements, turned his face: "It's over, he finally went completely crazy."

"In addition to normal profits, the transportation line operated by the eldest lady has to launder half of the black money for the organization every year, and the remaining half is the work of the public relations officer." The oldest pianist who made fake 1 coins sighed: " But she's much younger than that weird Osamu Dazai."

Public relations officer, PortMafia's external "face" put away a surprised expression: "Missy is so beautiful, why didn't scouts discover her? Damn, God is so unfair! How can someone have such a face and a person with supernatural powers ..."

She is also the only daughter of Mori Ogai, the leader of PortMafia, and is likely to be the future leader of PortMafia.

The five people who were awake repeated this sentence in their hearts at the same time.

One week after the Transcendence attacked, the wounded left the treatment room one after another. Among them, Nakahara Chuya, who came in the latest, went out the earliest. The first thing he did after leaving the treatment room was to chase Osamu Dazai from the chief's office to the underground garage. Finally, he successfully hung the person upside down at the gate for more than an hour.

I will do what I say!

Osamu Dazai, who had indeed betrayed part of the information, struggled endlessly, stuck out his tongue and rolled his eyes at Mori Yuki who was ordered to rescue him: "Why!"

Why do the same bad things but I am the only one unlucky?

The eldest lady smiled and said nothing - of course it was because someone had too big a goal, no matter what they did, it was not surprising that they were all blamed.

Immediately after returning to normal work, the orange-haired boy started to worry about the diet and daily life of his friends in the treatment room every day at regular intervals—the surgeon was not only injured but also poisoned.He was already plagued by old illnesses, and now the medical team was completely shut down, and there was no one to take care of him even in the treatment room.However, neither the leader nor the eldest lady has the patience to squat here and grow mushrooms, and everyone can only rely on their own abilities.

In just half a month since then, PortMafia has turned from a disadvantageous situation of being under pressure and facing inquiries to an aggressive presence: Mr. Mori threw out Osamu Dazai to fan the evil wind and ignite evil fires, threatening, kidnapping, extorting, extorting, and extorting. It's so light that some people can't even face it and choose to hang their seals and return them to the fields. Doesn't the government have an explanation as to why foreigners travel thousands of miles to bully local "serious" companies?

Today, Sen's Shipping Company, which is at a disadvantage, has "some" self-protection ability. It is hard to say whether it will be wiped out if it changes to other companies in the future.

One must know that even a chaebol under the control of a wealthy family is most afraid of the word "turmoil" when doing business. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs was unable to argue for a while-they had already intercepted the information of Verlaine's entry, and some of the other party's goals were not. I don't know anything, but I haven't even done the most basic risk notification.This incident was dug up by a young man in PortMafia and hyped up. After it appeared in the newspapers, it became another proof that the government took tax money and pretended to be dead. For this reason, the ruling party and the opposition party quarreled in the parliament.

The Minister of Internal Affairs can't point to Mori Ogai's nose and say, "Your Mori Club doesn't do good things"... Others don't owe at least a penny in taxes, and it also solves the employment problem of most low-educated and unemployed vagrants. Most capitalists need a conscience.

The grown-ups who know how to "be in harmony with the light" naturally understand the truth. They don't mention anything about the dark side of the Mori Club, and focus all their attention on the "safety issue".

Mr. Sen took advantage of the opportunity to attract a large number of foreign-related associations, and aspired to ask the government for "limited self-defense" rights - since the state cannot provide protection for us serious people and serious companies, we must be allowed to save within a certain "range" Self-preservation ability.

Companies that have mastered the lifeline of the economy gathered together to speak out for the same goal, and the upper echelon of the island country had to make concessions.After more than half a year of quarreling in the parliament, an agreement was finally reached before the election year, which agreed that foreign-related companies have the right to purchase weapons after reporting.

In the eyes of the majority of congressmen, genuinely decent companies are naturally upright and self-disciplined from beginning to end, and unscrupulous companies can't be controlled even if you make demands.In any case, Yokohama is the only area that has been harmed. As a leased area that is different from other areas, there are special circumstances in it.So "Sen's Shipping Club" just reluctantly mixed in the team and got what it wanted.

In any case, once this policy is implemented, members of the organization, big and small, will not have to worry about encountering the police when they go out with a gun or something.Except for the supernatural beings including the leader, the shackles on the beasts were finally loosened a little.

In late autumn, it seems that the warm sun has tanned the fur of the stray cats lying on the lawn and turning their bellies.As the footsteps gradually approached, the cats "sighed" and lay down on their backs, their ears pricked up to be extremely vigilant. They listened for a while, but when they saw the shadow from a distance, they folded their tails and turned to run away.

"Ah! ran away."

Holding the cat can in his hand, Yuki Mori looked at the plump gas tank that had run away with regret on his face: "Is it because you walk too loudly?"

"It's none of my business!" Osamu Dazai stood beside her with his hands on his hips: "It's obvious that you scared me away, okay?"

"Impossible!" The girl vetoed it flatly: "Absolutely impossible! There can be no creatures in the world that hate me, including cats."

"You look so confident, I really like it, remember to keep it for a long time." The boy insulted her, and tapped twice with his knuckles along the can of cats.The sound of "Xixisuosuo" came quickly from the bushes, mixed with delicate and thin "meows" and grunts.

Osamu Dazai was very proud: "Look, it's not my problem anyway."

"Can't some people reflect on themselves?" He opened the can of cats, and the homeless begged more and more eagerly. A few dirty mangosteens stomped the fallen leaves noisily, and noses of various colors Sneaking out of the bushes, sniffing greedily.

Mori Yuki rolled his eyes at him, grabbed the can and dumped it on the relatively flat ground by the side of the road, and soon there was a circle of fluffy eyes eager to try.

"How to explain?" She took a branch and poked the pieces of meat apart. A bold claw groped towards the food, but was ruthlessly pushed away by the branch.Osamu Dazai then squatted down, and folded branches to block the cat's claws and head that kept attacking: "I need to explain about the cat? Are you looking for the wrong person?"

So the two reluctantly came up with a unified answer - it must be a problem with stray cats, in short, it is definitely not a problem with people.

"Mr. Dazai, Miss Yuki, the boss has been waiting for more than half an hour..."

Guangjin Liulang pushed his monocle in embarrassment, and looked at the red-haired young man standing not far away with a bag in a daze.

[Tian 1 Clothes Seamless] Well, everyone around the eldest lady has the same personality as her.

In the past six months, apart from continuing to control the business in Russia by remote control, Mori Yuki has been in a state of gnawing old rice bugs.Mori Ogai originally wanted to select one of the young people and transfer him to the North Country to take over the "orchard" opened by his daughter.However, the Lubyanka Hotel was still there back then. Few local islanders were not afraid of that land. Those who were incapable went there for nothing, and those who were capable were unwilling to take the risk of planting potatoes and break their heads with the oligarchs, etc. It is true that there is no rice in the pot.

Since he couldn't find a suitable candidate anyway, Mr. Mori had to settle for the next best thing: she would never let her run out of the Tokyo circle, but the work had to be handed over to his daughter to continue.It is said to be a paid vacation, but in fact the sky is dark when the eldest lady is busy, and she is like a salted fish when she is free.

The father and daughter were in a stalemate like this. It seemed that both sides took a step back, but in fact no one let go of compromise.

"Anyway, Dad will definitely find other jobs to fill his time, and he won't care about this short half hour." The girl threw away the branches and got up and stretched: "It's a very difficult vacation, alas... it's over."

"Yes." Guangjin Liulang bowed his head, and sent the young lady off.

Walking into the chief's office, he saw the pianist standing in front of Mori Ogai, appearing as the new chief's personal guard.This is almost at the level of a quasi-cadre, and he is also considered the highest-ranking person in the younger generation.

"Miss Yuki." When the pianist saw Mori Yuki, he lowered his head and greeted her, his eyes moved to Hirotsu Yananami, pretending not to see Dazai Osamu who was walking beside her.The girl turned her head to look at her "boyfriend", and asked him with her eyes what he had done to offend him like this.

Osamu Dazai spread his hands: "I haven't done anything. For boring people, I don't bother to spend any energy on them."

I get it, it's probably because of this extreme attitude.Mori Yuki stopped looking at Osamu Dazai, simply nodded to the pianist as a response, and then turned his attention to Mori Ogai: "What's the matter, Dad, you called me back from outside suddenly."

"It's not too important. The main reason is that there is a little trouble with the PR officer and I hope to get your help. Besides, Dazai-kun will stay here for a while." Mr. Mori smiled grumpily, as if the half-hour wasted for nothing. not worth.

Public relations officer, the external image that PortMafia touts, a hot star in the entertainment industry, fans all over the island and abroad, he is a man who can make fans of black and white just by swiping his face.Whenever you encounter an opponent who is difficult to communicate with and cannot be physically eliminated, you only need to send him out, and for a month at most, he will surrender under the pressure of men and women of all ages in the family.

No matter how much he thought about it, Mori Yuki couldn't think that that guy would ask him for help... After all, he was Chuya Nakahara's friend, and he never got a good face from her.

"Eh? I don't understand the operating rules of the entertainment industry, so I'm afraid I can't help him much."

While talking, she opened the door and went to the office where the public relations officer was at the pianist's gesture, and soon all the other people left, leaving only Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu in the chief's office.

The black-haired boy approached the man sitting behind the desk: "So, Boss, do you have a job again?"

"It's not those, the problem lies in this." The latter took out a piece of information from the drawer and handed it to Osamu Dazai: "You can read it first."

He took the document, opened it, glanced at it, and raised his eyes: "Ability business license..."

Intelligence shows that among the several government officials that PortMafia has "funded" all the year round, some of them took advantage of the gradual rise of the club to submit proposals for permits for financial aid.The most controversial point at present is whether PortMafia is worth this "exception".

In Mr. Sen's own opinion, it is certainly worth it.It's a pity that the parliament has never been a whole, and there are voices of opposition from different factions everywhere. What he needs to do now is to take advantage of the situation to reflect this value.

"We need to prove the meaning of our existence, no matter in which aspect. Legal or illegal." Mori Ogai touched the scalpel that he hadn't offered for a long time: "Economic profits are supported by the vast overseas market, I am not worried. Right now What needs to be considered is how to let the big figures above deeply understand PortMafia's ability to protect Yokohama and even Tokyo."

"Do you have any thoughts, Dazai-kun?"