The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Mori Yuki ran to Russia against the wind and snow at the end of the year, so of course he didn't ride a sled to see the snow scene.With the help of Petukhov's influence in Siberia, large and small "partners" teamed up to visit this shipping overlord who hadn't seen each other for a year or two.I thought she was here with a new business to discuss, but I didn't expect that she came here specially to solve the handover problem for her subordinates.In other words, the Central Plains Zhongye people have been popular because of the positive actions of the leaders before they set foot on the land of Russia.

"What the leader has to do is to help his subordinates solve things beyond their abilities, otherwise, wouldn't it be better to poke a piece of wood and put it in the office?" Re-dividing the scope of transactions, clarifying the types and quantities of transactions, she is ready to leave after these things are completed Heading west: "The partners have already met. This trip can at least ensure that Vladivostok will be safe for five years."

Petukhov is not yet old enough to retire, and Mr. Petukhov the younger is currently studying abroad at a university.

"There are still some things that are inconvenient to do at other people's homes." She grinned: "The day after tomorrow, there will be a convoy passing by nearby, take a ride to the nearest city, and then we will take the train to Moscow slowly. PortMafia is set up there There are branches, the scenery along the way is very good, and you can get off at any time and stop for a while.”

The scenery is for Gojo Satoru, and the train is slow enough to make it easy for visitors to find the door.

She carefully described the scenic spots she would see along the way, and finally looked up at the person who was squatting on the top of the firewood pile and refused to come down: "Aren't you going to come down? I thought you would like lively activities."

"I won't go down, unless you explain to me what's going on with that guy!" He squatted on a firewood wall more than two meters high, like a cat meowing and throwing a tantrum: "Why are you being killed by so many people?" Casually mentioning it side by side with you?"

"Ah? What are you talking about? I don't understand!" Mori Yuki turned his face away and looked away, pretending to be stupid.

Things have to start with two accidents last night and this morning.Because of the reception of many guests, Petukhov boldly dragged a cow out to kill and roast it in the evening, and the oldest guests were arranged to watch it in front, so naturally the chat room couldn’t run away. It’s the first time that little Alice came here The old thing about finding opportunities.

The munitions stolen from the US military base, the girl who went north alone, and the unfortunate male Siberian tiger.Talking about this, a certain person's name will naturally be mentioned frequently. Gotiao Wusha, who can barely understand a few words in the past two days, happily figured out the meaning and immediately became unwilling.

His main opinion is not on the suspected "predecessor", he is not so narrow-minded, he is not happy that such a fun thing did not catch up!

But early this morning, it was agreed to go for a ride in the woods. When the manager saw that they were old acquaintances, he immediately pulled out two horses with a smile: "This is Berry's daughter, I think you will become good partners. It's a pity that at the beginning It never gets along with the tan horse, unlike you and Fyodor, who always get along."

The groom just spoke casually.The wind of gossip is far less prevalent here than in the island country, and most people here still have the same impression of Mori Yuki as they did when they saw her last time.At that time, Mr. Mori hadn't sent his daughter to the Buddhist monastery in Kyoto, so it was perfectly normal for him to make minor mistakes.

With the threat, Wu Tiao's foreign language learning can be said to be progressing by leaps and bounds. After understanding what the groom said, his mouth was as sour as if he had eaten a whole pickled cucumber.Fortunately, he somewhat remembered that this was someone else's house, and he was very face-saving and didn't make too much noise. He just rejected the horse who came over to show his kindness, and then dragged his tail like a neglected cat to find a place where no one was around. with.

——Breakfast time is over, and lunch is still far away, and the firewood pile is deserted enough.

"Hmph! It's useless to pretend to be stupid. If I don't explain clearly, I won't be able to stay here today!"

Baimao looked up at the sky, and his blue eyes hidden under the sunglasses glanced over from time to time.If she misses this opportunity, who knows when she will encounter a situation that makes her feel guilty?

Mori Yuki: "...you really won't come down?"

She leaned against the brick wall with her arms folded, raising her eyebrows with a half-smile that implied a threat.Gojo Satoru squatted on a high place and jerked violently, moved over with a small movement of high frequency and low amplitude, and turned his back to her: "I'm angry, I'm really angry!"

He turned around and pursed his lips, somewhat saddened by the smell of lemon.

The girl wanted to turn her head and leave, but she laughed angrily at his kindergartner-level protest: "Strictly speaking, Fyodor Dostoyevsky is my business opponent, but I messed with him." I can't afford him, we can only barely coexist in the state of knowing each other's code names."

Under normal circumstances, information dealers like them who are at the top of the reward list will not betray the code name and general activity location of their old opponents, otherwise the one who goes in will definitely show a lot of people in order to save their lives.Unless it is certain that the "victim" will be killed the moment he is successfully captured by the police, no one will do such a stupid thing that will kill him.

Of course, if it is a professional agent affiliated to the country who goes to sea part-time, it is another situation.

"There are people you can't afford? Are they strong?" Gojo Satoru was very surprised. No matter what Mori Yuki did, he never did anything behind his back, nor did he hide it.Assassination, framing, framing, and blaming, the leader of PortMafia is not a petite ornamental flower in a greenhouse, just like every family of conjurers specially raises their clansmen to handle "dirty work", she will mercilessly order to eradicate all those who stand in their way. obstacles in the direction of progress.Such a person who doesn't hesitate to use any means actually said that she also dared not provoke easily, who wouldn't be curious?

Yuki Mori curled his lips: "Oh, according to your standards... that guy can't even beat me. But he is very dangerous, very, very dangerous."

She used three "very" in a row to describe Fyodor's danger: "If I stay in Yokohama, I will definitely let him die in the island country at all costs. But that may be what he wants, dark place The fight against the Russians will deal another heavy blow to the economic system that has just recovered, so I chose to enter Russia and warn him that I also have a 'hostage' in my hands."

"This country with serious defects in the industrial chain can't stand the toss." However, she will not do as badly as she did in the island country, lest she really get mixed up to the point of being wanted by the whole world.

Gojo Satoru jumped down from the neatly arranged firewood wall: "The hole cards are the strongest only if the opponents don't know the hole cards. Is that what you want to say?"

"It can be understood in this way, and it is also to avoid disrupting Yokohama's fragile ecological order again."

She has more eyeliners in the Ministry of the Interior and various departments of the Congress than the various undercover agents in PortMafia, and she can accurately grasp intelligence trends even if she is far away from the lair.When she was still floating at sea, she had already received various news: For example, on the second day after she left, there was a large-scale power outage in Yokohama. Except for the institutions with their own backup power generation equipment, the power outage in all parts of the city lasted for half an hour above.There are different theories about the cause of the power outage, each of which is very outrageous, and there are all kinds of strange theories.

Mori Yuki understands that this means that the rats who sneaked into the sewer at some time are infiltrating the "central nervous system" of Yokohama, and communication has become unsafe-power outages will not make the software more dangerous, but it also cannot guarantee that some There are not many "little surprises" in the hardware of the core computer room.

In the field of electronic communication, Russians are almost born with talent, and Fyodor is also very good at it. The island country’s network security department is probably a joke in his eyes...

At the same moment when she and Gojo Satoru were explaining what they were going to do, Gogol was dragging Dostoyevsky to complain to him in an ordinary house in Yokohama: "I finally came to find little Ellie Si Wan, she is not at home, really!"

"Ahem, ahem, it's really a pity, but this is also her reminder and warning. Warn me not to use her identity to target PortMafia and this city, otherwise I will 'tear up tickets'... Now that Russia is in her hands, those who rely heavily on shipping All the people who survive on the front line are hostages." The young man smiled weakly: "A beautiful backhand start, our early advantage was almost equalized at once."

"Then what should we do? Do we want to continue? Or change the testing ground? I think North America is pretty good, there are enough idiots, and it won't be more difficult to instigate than here... Maybe it will be easier?"

Gogol was so bored that he stuffed his braided tail into his [coat]. Little Alice was not around, and he was so disappointed that he quickly lost any interest in this country.

"No, North America is not the best choice, but you are right, it is a useful pawn over there." Dostoyevsky knocked on the phone screen, coughing and sending a message: "My purpose is not to As for PortMafia or Yokohama City, I have no disagreement with Alice on this point, so first find something for PortMafia, lest they appear to disrupt the situation at a critical moment."

He sent a photo, and the recipient was a person who often bought information for the European Ability Bureau. The content in the photo was also very simple. Rimbaud and Verlaine were leading Zhongyuan Zhongye to practice teaching on the pier.

For the European Bureau of Abilities, one is the supernatural agent who "died in the line of duty" a few years ago, the other is the supernatural assassin who "died in the line of duty" two years ago, and the last one is a replica of the "Assassination King".No matter which one appeared alive and kicking, it was a great mockery of them, and then little Yokohama nested three at once.This is equivalent to hitting veteran gentlemen in the face with a rounded arm. It is not a question of whether it hurts or not. The teeth have been knocked out. It is impossible not to send a letter of inquiry to the island government.

Not just inquiries!It is also necessary to send an investigation team to Yokohama to investigate carefully-as a defeated country that cannot even keep an army, what is it trying to do by detaining citizens of other countries and conducting human experiments?Even if Rimbaud and Verlaine look relaxed in the photo, it doesn't mean they stayed in Yokohama voluntarily, that's not free!

A photo caused an uproar in the European Supernatural Bureau. The inquiry letter was more efficient than a court subpoena. Three minutes after it appeared on the desktop of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mori Yuki also saw the full text.

"This matter is handed over to Sister Hongye and Ms. Fujiwara. I wish them a happy cooperation here. The citizenship documents of Mr. Rimbaud and Mr. Verlaine are in the N-3 safe in the vault, as well as the employment contract and consulting commission contract. They It is a migrant worker who legally has dual nationality recruited by Mori Club in accordance with the normal law. What is the reason for being repatriated and persecuted? Remember to sort out the materials and news in a week and send them to our people.”

After hanging up the phone, she shook the phone several times in her hand: "Fyodor's target is not Yokohama or PortMafia, but next, we have to face endless bounty hunters, are you ready? "

Just as she had ordered the entire city of Zenyuan Shier to search for black-haired and purple-eyed Russians and shoot them to death, Dostoevsky will definitely do his best to keep himself in this land forever.

"The bounty hunter you're talking about, how many [Cang] can you resist?" Gojo Satoru raised his nose proudly, and almost snorted.Mori Yuki tilted his head and thought about it: "Including not limited to poisoning, seduction, using the elderly and children, direct fire suppression, etc. Do you need me to teach you some common sense to protect yourself?"

She took the half-eaten cream cake from Gojo Satoru, lowered her head and took a big bite: "For example, food can no longer be eaten after passing through other people's hands, and the same is true for water. You must remember it."

"Ah! My cake!" Wujo Satoru yelled loudly, never expecting the day when someone would snatch the cake from his hand: "Why can you eat it?"

"Because of [the cup], I'm basically immune to all toxins, at the cost of taking drugs that don't work very well."

She explained that she lowered her head and took a second bite, and the small cake, which was not too big, was left with a little bit of crumbs.

Right now they are sitting by an unnamed lake, in addition to enjoying the scenery highly recommended by the locals, the more important thing is to make an appointment with someone.This cake was packed temporarily when I left the city. If I want to buy a second one, I have to wait at least two hours later, and the cake shop will be closed by then!

Because of this incident, Gojo Gojo was very angry for a long time. When the guests who came to visit Mori Yuki saw this murderous bodyguard, they thought it was a "Hongmen Banquet".

"Dear little Alice, we haven't seen each other for six or seven years, what's the matter?"

The visitor was a burly middle-aged man with a layer of blue stubble on his chin, and his accent had the smell of a gangster no matter how he heard it.

Mori Yuki only nodded at him: "Why? This is my bodyguard. We were discussing some issues about salary just now."

"Okay, so... what do you want to know?" The man put on a down jacket over the sweater, and when the sweater hood was covered, only the parts below the mouth could be seen.The girl grinned: "I will exchange a message with you, the reason why Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky was recently sentenced to death."

Petukhov was a shrewd businessman, and shrewd businessmen tended to keep their mouths tight.Besides, he also had business dealings with Fyodor. Asking him is like asking Dostoevsky himself, and it is conceivable that he will not get the answer he wants.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky?" The middle-aged man tightened his jaw: "How do you know about his secret trial?"

"Aha, is this the information you want to exchange?" Mori Yuki raised his eyes, and this action made the muscles on the man's jaw more tense: "Forget it, one of you is like a spider and the other is like a mouse. Find out what."

He paused for a while, and made a request: "I want to exchange some secret agreements between NATO countries."

"You can't want all the specific countries, that would be too much." The girl lowered her eyes and stopped pressing, and the other party quickly took a breath: "Between the United Kingdom and the United States, within a week."

"I see. If it's this, in addition to Dostoevsky's resume, I ask you to add one hundred thousand euros." Mori Yuki closed his eyes and nodded slowly: "If you dare to play in my transaction I'm afraid something will happen that we all regret very much."

Standing behind her, Gojo Satoru dutifully released his murderous aura. It had to be said that as long as he kept his mouth shut, he looked no different from the handsome local boys, and no one could figure out his details.

The guest could only radiate resentment through the shadow under the hoodie hat: "Fyodor Dostoevsky, convicted of treason by the court for the murder of the transcendent, sentenced to death and temporarily commuted to exile. This is his first I don’t know how many times I have done this, isn’t that guy himself a person with supernatural powers, I really don’t understand why he is so cruel to the same kind.”

"Who did he murder? Did he kill? The details of the corpse." She reminded patiently, and the visitor said in a deep voice: "I can't say the name, but I can tell you that Dostoevsky succeeded halfway, he ruined everything." The health of the transcendent prevents him from serving the country again."

"..."

Mori Yuki bowed his head and thought for a while, before asking the last sentence: "What is Fyodor's supernatural power?"

"I don't know the specifics. It is probably because of this that he was sentenced to exile. The type of contact that takes effect is death. The only exception is the transcendent."

After speaking, he used his mobile phone to transfer money, and then waited.Yuki Mori did not disappoint him: "The last secret agreement between Britain and the United States has nothing to do with Europe, in Oceania, arms. The price is countries with red white and blue flags."

The guest slowly raised his head and lowered it: "As long as it doesn't affect Russia."

"Who knows? Use your worst thoughts to guess them, and you will be surprised to find that your imagination is not rich enough." Mori Yuki sneered: "Goodbye, I wish you all the best."

"Goodbye, Alice, I hope I don't see you in Italy next time." He vaguely reminded: "This is a care for children."

"Thank you!" She raised her brows clearly: "Then, you probably don't care about the devil going to prison in other countries."

"If it were me, I hope you can send him back in a box."

This man with a relatively conservative stance quickly disappeared in the forest, and Yuki Mori lowered his eyes to think against the background of the bonfire.

Gojo Satoru couldn't sit still, there were only two people here, his girlfriend was at work and completely shut off all communication with the outside world, he couldn't help turning his eyes to the quiet and deep lake in front of him.

The sun sprinkled a string of pale gold crystal pearls on the surface of the lake, jumping with the waves, and the lake water was like a breathing sapphire—almost the same color as his eyes.

The young man couldn't help but tentatively floated towards the center of the lake, he wanted to see how big this beautiful gem was.Looking down from the air, a ridiculously large sturgeon is leisurely hiding at the bottom of the water, and the soft green aquatic plants are blowing past it, like willow branches blowing people under a tree.

In my ears, there was the endless turbulent sound of the lake like the beating of waves, mixed with the whistling from the wind, it seemed that everything in the world should be singing a song without lyrics together.

There is such tenderness hidden in the vast and bitter cold land, just like the firm and silent clam shell conceived pearls.The colors of the sky and the lake blend together, as if you are standing on the sea in a trance, and you can sense the vast snowfield beyond the fog.Even when the sun is rare, people are shivering in the cold. Perhaps it is because of this long and lonely cold that another melancholy romance is born in the snow-ravaged land.

After leaving for half an hour, he teleported back to Mori Yuki, who was boredly unpacking a bag of marshmallows and roasting them on the fire.A joyful smile flashed across the purple eyes, and the girl smiled: "Scare me, where have you been?"

"Here, I picked this thing up." He spread out his palm, it was a freshwater mollusk shell, it was huge, and years of washing by the lake had turned it into a "work of art" shining with the brilliance of fritillaria: "There is another piece The sturgeon has grown a lot more than me and seems to have a very comfortable life, let it go, okay?"

This is the first time he has expressed his pity for a certain foreign object-sturgeon is not a pleasing species to watch, they are dark, strong, and have sharp bones, with the unique coercion and terror of cold-water giant fish, but for For Gojo Satoru, it's nothing more than a spell that can hit the belly.

Only after seeing different worlds can you inadvertently look back and see the beauty that touches the soul, and you can't help but feel pity.It was a strange emotion, the Gotiao family had never taught him...even if he held the thunderbolt in his hand, he would still smile with his eyes lowered because of the verdant vegetation.The strange state is not dangerous, and he does not reject it.The corners of the young man's mouth turned up naturally, not knowing that the vicious aura that had frightened the professional agent just now was gone.

Mori Yuki noticed it, but she didn't remind her, she just showed a smile similar to his: "If you don't want to hurt it, of course I respect your wishes. Or are we so embarrassed that we have to live by fishing and hunting?"

She shook her phone: "You have to have confidence in my ability to make money, just like you have confidence in your ability to fight."

"Of course I have confidence. What are we going to eat? One hundred thousand euros, how long is it enough?"

As the head of the family, Mr. Wutiao has already mastered most of the core of the family, but the account books...he really doesn't like to read them.

"It depends on how to use it. Some people can spend it in an hour, and some people can spend a lifetime and still have leftovers." Mori Yuki stretched his waist and answered him: "Go and eat something hot, and then continue the journey. The station is Moscow, where Fyodor's lair is. He is the son of a retired military officer who turned into a farmer in the suburbs of Russia. I probably understand what he wants to do. If it is true, even if Yokohama is blown up this time, it will definitely You can't let him escape."

"What?" Wujo Satoru pulled her to teleport.Walking into the noisy street from the dark alley that no one noticed, Mori Yuki calmly told him the answer: "He wants to eliminate all people with supernatural powers in the world."

"He wants a world of equality."

There is no longer any oppression caused by superiority or inferiority, and there are no longer natural barriers.Afraid Gojo Satoru would not be able to understand, she took people they were familiar with as an example: "It's like Xia You jumped up one day and said that he would kill all magicians or kill all ordinary people, ah, obviously Fyodor chooses the number of people More ordinary people rather than a very small number of people with supernatural powers including himself."

"It's impossible for Jie to do such a stupid thing, unless his brain is smashed, absolutely impossible." Gojo Satoru argued loudly for his friend: "He won't do meaningless things, that guy is as upright as a rock. But the one you mentioned whose name is too long, could it be that he is mentally ill?"

"I can understand Fyodor's philosophy, but I can't accept his approach. People with supernatural powers are also human beings. It is not talent that causes oppression and inequality, but only when the social stratification is fragmented can we draw energy to maintain survival and A system of vitality. If all people with supernatural powers are killed, then what? The difference between rich and poor, gender, age...all may produce new oppression and new inequality. It is simply to kill all human beings to make the world There's peace and quiet."

Mori Yuki shrugged his shoulders: "I have to suggest that he read more philosophy books. There are many philosophers in Germany."

If this old friend can survive the shadowy pursuit.