The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Yokohama.

A foreigner stood by the flower bed outside the remote church. He looked very young, but he was wearing a thick cloak and a fluffy Cossack cap.In the winter of the island country, some extremely strong girls even dared to wear short skirts with bare legs. In comparison, he looked weak from head to toe, including his slightly curved back.

The young man stood in an open space where he could bask in the sun, raised his head and listened quietly to the singing from the church - believers from the nearby community were participating in the activities, singing hymns according to the most popular music scores.The sun seemed to penetrate through his white to almost transparent face, and Fyodor Dostoyevsky quietly and piously looked up at the stained glass inlaid on the church bell tower.

"May there be no more pain in the world, and may everyone be safe and happy."

His voice was very soft, as if the wings of a butterfly were flapping on the petals: "..."

When the singing stopped, there was an explosion not far away.The believers in the church didn't know what happened, and they still ended the service and prepared to go home as usual.The young man on the open space outside the door smiled at the children brought by his family to play. When the children ran past him with curiosity, he took out a handful of purple-coated chocolate candies from his pocket: "Run away and play." .”

"Sir, are you a foreigner?" The little boy who got the candy not only didn't obey and left, but boldly got closer, his dark eyes were innocent and innocent.

Fyodor smiled gently: "Yes, I'm from Russia."

"Wow!" The child opened his mouth into a round shape: "It's amazing!"

Unable to understand the logic here, he took out an extra candy from his pocket and stuffed it: "Go to your family quickly, cubs running around won't be able to return home."

Most of the reason why children are children is that they only listen to what they want to hear while having a cute appearance.The boy took the candy and had no intention of leaving: "Your eyes are purple! It's amazing!"

Whether he was from Russia or had purple eyes, Fyodor didn't find it strange.

Aren't there people with purple eyes in Yokohama?Of course there is, and it is made in Germany.

"Okay, then I wish you a happy day." He waved his hands as if he was helplessly entangled, brushed off his cloak and turned to leave.In the distance, sirens sounded, and a burly man with black hair and a scar at the corner of his mouth appeared outside the church.He looked around as if he was looking for someone, and the child who ate one candy came over to see if he could get the third extra sweet today: "Hello, you will give us candy too ?"

"..." Once again, Fu Heisher was about to leave, but when he heard the word "also", he knew that today's work would probably be over: "Someone gave you candy just now? Are you a skinny man?" A Russian who can fall when the wind blows?"

"You mean Mr. Russian with the purple eyes? His white hat is so funny and fluffy!" The child held out his hand and waited happily.

There is no sugar in Zenyuan Shi'er, his son is in the period of teething, and he can't keep talking, so he was strictly ordered by Yui not to feed anyone at will.As a senior wife slave, Mr. Zenyuan obediently put an end to all the candies that Hui could see, and he himself would not spend money on such things.

So this very courageous kid was doomed to be disappointed today. The man grinned, not only did not give the candy as he wished, but took away another candy from his hand that he was not willing to eat.

The boy was taken aback, tears quickly filled his eyes, and howls comparable to air defense sirens resounded through the sky, Zenyuan Shier shrugged: "This incident tells you, don't trust any strangers, brat."

He turned and walked towards the path leading to the back of the church, intending to search for a few minutes before giving up.After walking about ten steps, there was the sound of police guns being loaded from behind, and the police shouted nervously: "Turn around! Stand where you are and don't move! Put down your weapon, put your hands on your head, and squat down, or you will shoot!"

"..." This can be considered a novel experience, Zenyuan Shier raised his hand: "Should I turn around or stand still?"

The child didn't know what happened, but when he saw the "bad guy" caught by the policeman, he pointed out with his nose, "That guy just robbed me of candy!"

police:"……"

No, boy, that's another thing entirely.

It is abominable not to let go of children's candy, but it also shows from another aspect that this person has little connection with the bombing that happened not far away.The time was too close, and it was impossible for him to come here to "rob" from the explosion site so quickly.

However, in order to protect the child's fragile view of good and evil, they ordered the man to go to the police station.

Zenyuan Shier: "..."

I haven't gambled recently, and all my bad luck has been saved.

The original plan of the police was to take this shameless man to the police station and let him go after a few words of admonishment. Unexpectedly, before he could sit down at the nearest police station, Mr. Zenyuan was recognized by another regular customer who came to drink tea and reminisce about the old days.

"Zen! Mr. Chanyuan..." It's not that the man didn't know that he had to keep his voice down here, but it was a pity that his guilty expression betrayed him.The policeman was attracted by his dodging gaze, and within 3 minutes of the separate interrogation, he said everything in a hurry.

Well, to sum it up, PortMafia cadres rob children's chocolate candies in the street.

——The police in Yokohama are afraid that other colleagues will know about this matter, and they will definitely become the laughing stock of the industry.Inexplicably, I feel that I will lose face with this guy, and I don't know what's going on.

Tian and Tyrant, who had twisted other people's heads and never been caught, got into the game because of a piece of chocolate candy. When the news reached Russia, Yuki Mori looked at his phone and was speechless for a long time.

Such a stupid subordinate is actually mine?

"What the Zenyuan family needs is not a professional manager, they need a whole set of IQ tests for the whole family." She closed her phone with a melancholy tone.Wujo Wu quickly and forcefully watched, laughed and said that he was hypoxic, and then took a picture of the snow scene in front of him and sent it to the class group.

Both Xia Youjie and Jia Ruozi knew that he had sneaked off to Russia to be cool, but Noctuma Zhengdao and Wutiao's family were kept in the dark—this guy told his family that he would stay at school during the New Year and no one should bother him, and he told his family The school said that he left school early and returned home to retreat to study the inversion technique, anyway, there is always room for blame.

A list of souvenirs was sent by the family, the first one was the famous vodka, and the rest were some chocolate candies.Xia Youjie didn't say anything, and simply told him to be safe before diving into the bottom of the water, no matter how much his friends bombarded him, he didn't make a sound.

In order to annoy him, Gojo Satoru developed the habit of taking pictures and clocking in casually.Churches, squares, and old imperial palaces all have a unique style in the snow.

"Filming done? I can't continue to act today. There will be a snowstorm tonight. Go to the stronghold first."

She had directly rented a villa as an office location, and the third floor was full of rooms, so she didn't have to worry about having no place to live.Speaking of this, Yuki Mori raised his hand and stopped a taxi to report the address. The driver nodded silently with a cold face, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom after the customer sat down firmly, hitting the roadblock on the left and raising a layer of snow fog at the same time.

Gojo Satoru felt the speed and smacked his lips: "You must have learned to drive in Russia!"

"I still need to learn to drive?" Mori Yuki squinted at him: "But there is enough open space here, it is really suitable for beginners to practice. Do you want to learn? I want to learn to clean up the place when the snow stops tomorrow."

So her crazy life-defying technique was really practiced here.

"Then try it, do you have a car here?" The car body rotated sideways and drifted through the U-shaped bend. The driver's face was relaxed and indifferent, and he almost had another cigarette in his mouth.Wutiao saw other cars doing the same thing in the rearview mirror, and his eager expression became more and more obvious.

An hour later, they arrived at the stronghold of PortMafia's Russian branch, and the staff who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward to check out the taxi for the leader.

"Boss, the contract from Vladivostok was delivered yesterday." The staff sent a thick stack of documents into the study room used as an office, Mori Yuki held hot cocoa and exhaled: " Check it out tomorrow morning, and adjust the bus for me to use temporarily."

Winter in Russia is really terrible. Not only is it unbearable physically, but the severe cold and snow will also bring more psychological pressure.In the face of the power of nature, human beings are insignificant.

The first thing the staff do when they put down the contract and leave the office is to increase the preset temperature of the gas heater. The boss huddled into a small ball in the fluffy rex rabbit fur collar, the tip of his nose was frozen red, and he looked much younger than his actual age.In such cold weather, a little girl traveled thousands of miles into Siberia to run such a large circle, and everyone felt a little sorry.

"Huh..." She felt better after drinking the hot cocoa. The surrounding temperature increased significantly. She took off her coat and called Yokohama first: "Mr. Guangjin, please go and get Zenyuan Shier from the police station." , Tell him, I will not forget to bring him some candy back, and don’t snatch the children on the side of the road again.”

Should I thank Fyodor for not killing him?This kind of social death is really... sharp enough.

Then she glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was sitting across from him, entertaining himself: "Would you like to take a hot bath and then go to the kitchen to see what's delicious? I have to make a few phone calls, it's boring to stay here .”

"The baklava I ate on the road was pretty good. I'll ask the kitchen to roast some more and eat it with honey later." The young man jumped up, barely hearing his footsteps across the corridor.

When he walked away, Mori Yuki called Osamu Dazai who was paddling and fishing in Yokohama: "Dazai, the devil is in Yokohama."

The opposite person grunted lazily and said with a smile: "Let me guess where you are...Moscow, right?"

"Really, you are too ruthless to me. Anyway, we are also ex-exes of each other, even if we can use him, he is so slack."

I knew that this guy didn't have a few serious words in his mouth, and she also deliberately elongated the ending sound: "Oh~ so, if you come back to work for me, it's not like I can't forgive you reluctantly."

"..."

It took Osamu Dazai a lot of effort to recover his voice: "Are you serious? Can I be beaten to death painlessly by that Mr. Conjurer?"

"I promise to beat you to nine out of ten deaths every time, so that we can continue next time." Yuki Mori snorted and turned back to the topic: "The organization you work for has almost the highest density of people with supernatural powers in Yokohama. Let that stern silver-haired gentleman be careful, I haven't wanted to go to an old man's funeral for years."

"Your words are becoming less and less flattering, my dear." Dazai Osamu's tone was sweet as hell, and the other side replied at the speed of light: "Each to each other."

Realizing that he can't take much advantage of his words, he finally became normal: "I will pay attention to his whereabouts, information about the devil?"

"Fyodor D. Dostoevsky, a Russian with supernatural powers. You don't need to describe too much, you will understand when you see him, he is a person who will definitely not be mistaken." Mori Yuki sternly Said: "Dazai, you have to be careful. I won't do anything to protect Yokohama at all costs, I can only say that I will do my best."

"Understood, Miss Yuki." The young man's gentle voice gradually became cold: "Your best effort is enough for us."

"I'll hurry back to Yokohama before the new year. Goodbye." She hung up the phone and thought for a moment to find an Italian downline to sell information to the mafia prison: witches and demons are all in Yokohama, lurking in the most prosperous downtown center.

The group of black robes had been looking for her for a long time. No matter which information dealer they caught, it was considered an important task for them, and they would not give up trying.In addition, the investigation team sent by the European Ability Bureau is about to arrive, so let this pond become even more turbid.

Two days later, the official investigation team landed at Haneda Airport.The National Assembly, which has been pretending to be dead and not responding positively to the letter of inquiry sent by the European Bureau of Ability, quickly blamed the Ministry of the Interior, and the Ministry of the Interior also quickly blamed the Ability Secret Service Division. There is no place to continue throwing the blame.

Zhongtian Shantouhuo had to bite the bullet and personally receive this group of gentlemen from Europe, and answered any questions raised by the other party in a vague manner, giving full play to the extreme meaning of "ambiguous".

It wasn't until the investigation team asked to enter the old military base and the company that hired the two transcendents to inspect him that he found a reason to escape, and conveniently dumped the blame on his disciple Ango Sakaguchi.

In any case, Mr. Sakaguchi has held some positions in PortMafia, and this time it can be regarded as revisiting the old place, which is more familiar than him, a teacher who has never been in.

"In what name are you going to visit the Mori Club?" Mr. Sakaguchi adjusted his glasses in a gentle manner, with a gentle and modest smile.The investigation team smelled the smell of the same kind of civil servants from him, and the tone suddenly became much better: "Could you please introduce that company?"

"Ah ha ha ha ha..." Sakaguchi Ango probably had some ideas in his heart: "The Mori Club is the pride of Yokohama. When Mr. Mori was alive, it was just a loading and unloading company squatting on the pier. After two generations of him and Ms. Mori's father and daughter With hard work, this company has now become an important shipping force in the Pacific Rim.”

In other words, this Mori Club lacks everything and money, and if you want to trouble it, it depends on whether the local government that has collected the tax agrees.

The members of the investigation team sneered a few times, and once again brought up the topic of field inspections, Ango Sakaguchi no longer delayed: "Then please come with me."

The old military group has long been bombed into Leibo Street, and the purpose of these people is PortMafia.

Coming to the coastline of Yokohama Port District, five dark skyscrapers appeared in front of everyone.On another artificial island far away from it, rococo-style abandoned buildings collapsed.Looking carefully, there were two figures floating in the air, one tall and one short, but they radiated the same black and red light.

Investigation team: "..."

Can you play or do you islanders know how to play? What do you think of a transcendent?Humanoid directional blasting?

"Why don't you leave? Ah, that used to be the embassy area. Everyone must know what happened a few years ago. The current president of the Mori Club bought that land and plans to build a new commercial complex. .”

Ango Sakaguchi had a subtle smile, and it was obvious that Ango had no good intentions.

He specially picked this time to bring this group of foreigners here to open their eyes. You must know that apart from Rimbaud, Verlaine, and Zhongyuan Zhongye, the three superpowers whose ownership is still disputed, PortMafia also hides other more terrifying combat powers—— I don't know that Yuki Mori kidnapped Gojo Satoru and went to Russia. After all, the agreement she just signed with the National Assembly included the item "Military and police will not enter Yokohama, and PortMafia will not leave Yokohama". It has only been a few days since she signed it?No matter how you think about it, you can't take the country's face seriously!

But she just doesn't take it seriously.

After receiving the notice, the Mori Club sent two ladies to receive the investigation team. When the gentlemen's faces turned blue, white, purple, and red, their gentle whispers seemed to drill down to the bottom of their hearts: "Good day, everyone?"

It was a gentle girl in traditional attire. She wore a seasonal flower-and-pearl hairpin, and her whole body was wrapped in gorgeous and thick satin, which perfectly fit everyone's stereotypes of island girls.

Men can't speak harshly to such a girl who is as tender as a flower.Containing pity, admiration, and contemptuous glances from all angles, Ms. Fujiwara lowered her head slightly, covered half of her palms with her sleeves and covered her mouth with only her white fingertips exposed like onion tubes: "I am here to guide you to visit Please come with my concubine to entertain you."

"Excuse me, is your name...?" The youngest member of the investigation team stepped forward to ask, and Ms. Fujiwara buried her head lower as if frightened, revealing her fair neck, and at the same time took a few small steps back implicitly: " My concubine's father's family name is Fujiwara."

Childish, shy, reserved, and soft, you can't find a reason to be wary of such a girl.

The gentlemen of the investigation team accepted the "show of weakness" with a smile and nodded, and walked into the PortMafia headquarters accompanied by Ango Sakaguchi.Strictly speaking, what they want to investigate is "Mori Club" rather than "PortMafia", but Mori Yuki thinks that if you have to do it, it is not good to beat people in front of normal employees, and the public relations work afterwards It's very troublesome, so I simply let Ms. Fujiwara and Ms. Hongye "receive" guests in the headquarters.

At the beginning, the situation was normal. It was not strange for the staff to wear suits and sunglasses, and it seemed reasonable to wear weapons... Is the submachine gun a bit too much?And what happened to that guy who was squatting at the elevator entrance like a gangster with a three-section stick hanging from his body?

"Who are you looking for?"

Mr. Zenyuan, who was taken out of the police station by Mr. Guangjin with a smile, was in a bad mood.His intuition told him that bad luck would not be able to stop once it came, and at least he would have to suffer a big somersault to get over it.In order not to cause trouble for his wife, recently he came to guard the elevator for the leader when he had nothing to do, hoping that if he committed another crime in the future, he would not be teased too much.

At least not like this time, the organization went up and down from the pier to Leibo Street, from the racetrack to the custom shop, and almost everyone knew about the fact that a certain cadre was arrested by the police for snatching children's chocolates on the street...

The disdainful eyes that his son cast from time to time were dispelled by his head, and he almost collapsed when Yui, the only one who was kept in the dark, told this as a joke.It was really only a little bit, almost knocked out a human figure on the wall and fled.

The investigative team stalled.After observing his muscles, the members went forward to communicate in a very civilized manner: "We came to visit Ms. Mori, hasn't she been notified by the island government?"

"What notice? My boss went back to his hometown for the holidays last month. Her father here died. Don't foreigners want to spend that Christmas with their families?" Mr. Shi Er was studying in PortMafia. "In the days when I didn't learn anything else, I learned how to play my tongue very well.

Sakaguchi Ango's eyes darkened: "..."

Mori Yuki is not here, who will be responsible if something happens?She is a German, and she can be far away as a hands-off shopkeeper who controls everything.Allowing Rimbaud and Verlaine to make a fuss doesn't mean they can't force back the investigators who are full and struggling to find fault.

The question is how will Congress explain to European countries afterwards?How does the Ministry of the Interior explain to Congress?How should the Supernatural Secret Service Division explain to the Ministry of Internal Affairs?

The investigation team is more interested in Mori Yuki's German nationality.Well, Germany is a big country among EU member states whose words are getting more and more important recently.If the Germans opened a shipping company in the island country, and hired European superhumans to provide force protection... Logically, it seems normal? !

In the midst of the "dispute", the elevator door behind Shier of the Chanyuan opened, and the mature beauty with a Taisho style was holding a red oil-paper umbrella and looked outside in surprise: "Ah? What's the matter, everyone? I have waited for a long time and no one came. They're all standing here."

This is another style of beauty. She obediently led a group of people to the meeting room where the cadres usually hold meetings—the leader is not at home, and the leader's office is closed, and no one is allowed to enter without permission.The "staff" temporarily dispatched from various nightclubs greeted each other neatly, and nine out of ten members of the investigation team were about to fly away.

They are all battle-tested warriors, their smiles are their armor, and their gentleness is their weapon. Even every word of flattery from their red lips is carefully planned.In the eyes of these professionals, a man is a money bag with two legs. In addition to contributing to the bank balance, he can also receive an additional bonus from the leader.

In this country that is so harsh on women, only that man really understands them.She understands the despair and suffering at the bottom, she gives everyone the freedom to leave at any time, and she provides shelter with an indifferent attitude.