The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

"Sorry, I just moved to Yokohama and my house is a little messy. Please come in."

Facing the long-haired woman who suddenly appeared outside the door, Dostoyevsky gently invited her in for a cup of tea.

The visitor introduced himself as the daughter of the landlord who had been married for many years, and worked for the Ministry of the Interior as a clerk in charge of sending and receiving administrative documents.This job is almost regarded as "female only", and the position is as low as the salary, while countless people ignore its importance-clerks can easily access all kinds of internal information, no matter in the near future or in the long term.

Even if there are confidentiality requirements for some content, no one will guard against these humble women.

It was this loophole that Ronso took advantage of and successfully re-infiltrated into the Ministry of Internal Affairs. The vest of the Religious Management Section "died in the line of duty" and could no longer be used.

"It's me who should say I'm sorry, and I'm taking the liberty to come to your door... Your phone doesn't seem to work?"

The woman nervously raised her hand to straighten her bangs, and smiled: "To be honest, I am a little worried about you. Father's temper is getting more and more irritable. Thank you for your forgiveness before."

When necessary, Dostoevsky can show himself in various ways. At this moment, he lowered his eyes and watched the guests intently, as if the lake surface after melting ice and snow reflects the gentle warm color under the sunlight: "Let It's so rude of you to worry about me that I don't know how to be grateful."

"Please come in, at least I have to invite you to have a cup of tea, so that my apology can be slightly relieved."

He opened the door to let the other party see that there was nothing but a pot of dwarf sunflowers on the coffee table in the living room.

The woman lowered her head implicitly and nodded slightly, Dostoevsky took two steps back to get out of the way, restraining herself very politely not to have any physical contact with the other party.This is a strategy that can make women easy to like, if the woman in front of him is really a young woman.

Yan Suo looked at the supernatural power user in front of him through the bangs that covered the scar.

Unlike conjurers, the distribution of people with supernatural abilities is even in the world, and most of them are not from island countries.No matter which country, young or old, vibrant or war-torn, there are all kinds of strange and strange power effects everywhere.And more than 70.00% of the people with supernatural powers in the island country are gathered in Yokohama, and these foreigners are particularly willing to squeeze here, which is a bit strange.

She shifted her gaze elsewhere and continued to examine.

The room was very clean, and judging from the posture and performance of the person in front of him, it was obvious that he was not the one who took care of the hygiene.But there was no sign of a third person entering or exiting the door other than them, which was very abnormal.She walked past the strange man with her head down, walked into the living room and sat on the sofa: "I'm sorry, ah..."

A vase containing a bouquet of dwarf sunflowers is inlaid with a delicate framed portrait of Yuki Mori sitting sideways by the window reading a book.The girl in the portrait is leaning against the window frame, surrounded by large clusters of pink roses, and her black hair is curled and scattered on her arms, which is a common expression technique in European paintings.The blurry soft light makes the people in the portrait slightly distorted, it is more suitable to appear in the blank space that needs to be decorated, and it will not make the model too realistic, so as not to make me unhappy.

Yan Suo made himself even more surprised: "It's so beautiful, isn't this lady at home? It's a pity."

Dostoevsky smiled more delicately: "Alice? Of course not, I probably made her angry. There was no quarrel, but unfortunately it will be difficult to sit together calmly in the future. Blame me. I don't know what she is thinking at all. something."

This woman knew Alice Vergent, otherwise, with the latter's identity in Yokohama and her past methods, could she be recognized so easily by a small clerk from the Ministry of Internal Affairs?

Alice?Is it Mori Yuki's real name... Ryosuke's whole body is full of energy: "Everything will be fine, sir."

"It's like me. My husband cheated not long ago, and I have nowhere to go after the divorce." The woman lowered her head as if shy: "It's not like I didn't think about it during the period, but I still got through it, and now I'm moving back to my father Living next to him, taking care of him while taking care of the rented house for him."

"You are a strong woman, rest assured that all sorrow and suffering will melt away like ice and snow."

It has to be said that Maozi has a way of coaxing people, and almost all of them have the breath of poets and artists.Dostoevsky looked away from the bangs of the other party, pretending to admire the sunflower bouquet: "Alice is my friend, maybe I am the only one who thinks so, hahahaha, I am laughing at you."

As he said that, he brought the topic to the rent and delivery date like any normal tenant: "Please rest assured, I will definitely pay the fee on time as agreed, and I will take good care of your father's property."

The landlord of this old private house is an equally old hunchbacked old man. His favorite thing to do every day is to secretly copy the water and electricity records of each tenant.Although the money will not go into his pocket, he still conscientiously treats this matter as a serious job.He was very worried that the tenant would steal electricity and water, causing him to bear the extra costs that did not belong to him. He was so worried that he completely forgot that the water supply company and the power company would only be smarter than him.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation." Yan Suo squinted his eyes, covered his mouth with his hand and chuckled in a very human-like way, mixed with a slight back and forth shaking, which really smelled like Xiaojiabiyu.

Dostoevsky also blushed in embarrassment like a boy who has just entered society: "Sit down a little while I'll get some tea."

He took the black teapot and walked into the kitchen, casually took a mouthful of tap water, lit it on the gas stove, and boiled it. While waiting for someone to boil, he turned on his mobile phone to observe the suspicious woman through surveillance... It seems that she is in the hands of Mori Yuki I have suffered a lot from the portrait, and I hardly take my eyes off the portrait.

After the woman had seen enough of the portrait, she raised her eyes and looked around the room. For a while, Dostoevsky wondered if she had discovered the hidden pin 1 hole 1 camera.But her eyes slid to the bedroom with the closed door without a pause, which made him somewhat aware that this person didn't know much about electronic products, or in other words, he didn't know much about the recent emerging crime methods.

The moment the woman raised her head, he noticed the sutures exposed under her thick bangs, and a smile suddenly rose from the corner of her mouth.Alice's kill order has recently added a new target, probably this one.

Very good, a stepping stone to your door.

The water boiled, the young man filled the teapot, and returned to the living room with it, "just in time" to look away from the bedroom door: "Suddenly remembered some sweets from my hometown, please wait a moment."

"It tastes good, you can try it with confidence." He stepped forward and opened the bedroom, revealing the room where a computer was placed. He only gave the other party a look and immediately took out a box of assorted candies.

Li Suo's kindness was hard to turn down, he casually picked up a candy and pinched it on his fingertips: "Thank you for your hospitality."

It is obvious that this alien with supernatural ability has some old affairs with Mori Yuki, how to make good use of this clue?This time, he will definitely not repeat the mistake he made last time, nor will he be so reckless to approach any person with supernatural abilities at will.He planned to change his thinking, and temporarily hid behind the chess pieces and waited and watched the development of the situation.

Her ultimate goal is not to take PortMafia as her own and become a local emperor in Yokohama. Mori Yuki is just a road close to Six Eyes. her movements.A woman who can become the leader of the gang is not easy to calculate, but fortunately, she is not the only person close to Liuyan.

Dostoevsky observed his opponent's thinking like a predator lurking in the dark. After watching for so long, he thought that today's temptation would be enough.The woman in front of her was indeed the landlord's daughter, but not entirely.The venerable old man has a strange obsession with money. He can't bear the money to go around from others and then fall into his own pocket, even if the "other" is his daughter.In other words, this lady who kindly stayed home to "take care" of her father is probably trying to take care of her "father" in hell.

In addition, he couldn't imagine why the old man, who is still in good health, didn't come to collect rent by himself, and he didn't come to check the water and electricity readings today...

Lisuo didn't know that he was defeated by the "bad habits" of ordinary people, and he was still immersed in the role: "It's almost time, my father is still waiting for me at home, it's time to say goodbye."

She held back the corner of her skirt, stood up and bent down, and said goodbye to the tenant in a gentle and gentle way: "Goodbye, Mr. Braginsky."

Dostoyevsky did not look like he was being called by a pseudonym: "Goodbye, I wish you all the best, Miss Honda."

Both parties were deeply satisfied with this trial, especially for Soso, it was a great surprise to get Mori Yuki's real name.He said why the curse cast on the name did not respond at all. It turns out that the name "Mori Yuki" is not the real name recognized by the leader of PortMafia himself. Did the Six Eyes discover something...

At this time in Moscow, Mori Yuki found the traitor from the branch stronghold set up by the organization, ordered the person to be dragged to the yard in front of all members, and finally gave him three punches, two kicks and three times without mercy. bullet.

"It's been so long since I took over PortMafia from my father that the organization's methods of punishing traitors have been used, and it seems everyone has forgotten what we do."

She slowly reset the insurance, and then threw the gun to Gojo Satoru, who was standing behind her with his hands behind his back: "Everyone, your salary is almost at the same level as that of the middle-level team leader, second only to the quasi-cadre, but the work you do is no different from that of the general team members." Two. I hope everyone can understand what the extra money is used for.”

Lifting her feet and stepping over the no-breathing corpse, she walked in front of each member one by one: "It is not that there is no ascending channel for you to cleanse the inside of PortMafia. People who don't want to continue to receive this high salary can apply to be transferred to the Mori Club , After a period of time, you can leave with a new resume... Of course, the premise is to keep your mouth shut, otherwise, even if you don’t think about yourself, I advise you to think more about your family.”

The overseas members who lined up to watch the execution on the spot all lowered their heads tightly, for fear of offending the boss.

The leader was poisoned with cyanide. If this happened a few years ago, the dead would have to fill up an integer.

Mori Yuki walked to the flowerbed without squinting, raised his hand and gently touched the branches with swollen leaf buds. The next second, the dark green skin of the plants quickly charred and rotted, and it only took a moment to turn into dust.

"It's useless to use poison on me. I hope you can use some new methods next time." She suddenly laughed, and the members of the organization in black suits fell silent.Ms. Yuki, in a sense, is highly similar to Mr. Mori in the same line. She clearly behaves politely and decently, not like a Mafia at all, and she absolutely does not leave any room for people when she acts ruthlessly.

Asking people to drag the corpse away and dispose of it, Mori Yuki put away his expression and looked at the bare flower bed and sighed: "At this time, the number of staff is reduced. Where can I recruit people, really."

"I found that you basically don't hire local people, why." Wujo Satoru was very curious about this.Could it be that she has some inseparable knot with the Russians?

"Because the people here are only used to working four hours a day, and PortMafia doesn't give them enough respect. The Mori Society is similar, but it will take many years to replace it." She wrapped her shawl tightly and yawned: "Winter It's too long, the temperature is too low, they have many more important things than work."

"I don't know why, but I'm so envious!" Gojo Satoru was really envious. The four-hour daily work time was unimaginable in an island country.As he spoke, he was on Mori Yuki's body as if he had no bones, insisting on pressing his chin on the top of her head: "Going out tonight?"

"Yes, to meet a very important person." The girl shrugged: "I need to temporarily have some special power through him."

For example, the power to investigate illegal organizations.

It is impossible for Dostoevsky to plan such a big stall by himself, just talking about so many bombings. Given the poor physique of that guy who stayed up all night, it is not clear whether he can smoothly transport the drugs to the designated place. Said, not to mention the role of good bait.

You have to be more careful when doing things on other people's territory. This is not like an island country. You can talk about anything that is principled or not.

In the evening, she really changed into a well-fitting and reserved conservative long dress to visit the "very important" person. Gojo Satoru was left in the car to eat sweets the whole time out of politeness.The Russian driver of the car stared at him viciously for a long time from the rearview mirror, so long that the young man wondered if he would jump up and fight with him in the next second, but the man took out a handful of chocolates from his pocket and put them in silence. on the gearbox.

Even pushed it forward.

The facial features of oriental people are relatively soft, so they always appear younger than their actual age.Especially classmate Wutiao has a baby face that is prettier than many girls. The driver doesn't care how tall he is. Anyway, he looks like a child and takes care of him according to the attitude towards children.

He got a handful of candies from others for no reason, and the young man quickly put them all into his hands.The corner of the driver's mouth lifted up about a few pixels, then turned back and continued to silently stare at the rearview mirror.After waiting for about half an hour, Mori Yuki was sent out respectfully by bodyguards in suits. She smiled and nodded slightly as if saying goodbye to the people in the room, then turned around and jumped down the steps briskly.

"Thank you for your hard work today, sir." This sentence was said to the driver, and Gojo Satoru understood.He nibbled at the chocolates from the gearbox, deciding to take them home instead of throwing them away.

This is really a magical country, and the people are amazing!

The driver stared at the rearview mirror and nodded slowly, then quickly turned the steering wheel to pull them back to the connection point, where the PortMafia members who had brought them were waiting.The driver and several bodyguards hid in the car and were shivering from the cold.

After returning to the stronghold, Mori Yuki started the work mode of surreptitiousness. Even though there were countless people outside who came to assassinate her, sometimes even Gojo Satoru didn't know where she went, let alone where she would emerge from. .The three views of the strongest conjurer have been refreshed again and again, and it is hard to believe that there are people under the monitoring of the six eyes who can enter and exit without anyone noticing.

After working like this for about a week, seeing that Christmas was just around the corner, she suddenly ordered a fir tree online, saying that it was Christmas.

"Yes, yes, 1.5 meters high, and I want to put it in the hall." The voice of the delivery guy on the other end of the phone was clear and full of bounce, and you could tell that he was a lively person just by listening: "Before Christmas What color? Younger and older? Fatter or thinner? Haha, put it in the hall, have you bought it for Christmas?"

This is simply an anomaly in Russia.

"The color should not be too dark, and the branches should not be too scattered. Too loose is not good-looking, like a programmer mourning the loss of his hair."

Yuki Mori kept chatting with his mobile phone, and the colleague who made the delivery boy laugh couldn't help himself: "You are such an interesting person, and I look forward to meeting you."

Who has the patience to search for rats in the sewers one by one?Of course, they are looking for excuses to trick them into coming to the door and then killing them.Fyodor's henchmen were thrown into prison one after another, and she didn't believe that guy could still live in Yokohama!

On the other end of the phone, Gogol looked up at the sky, and after a moment of glee, he stretched out his hand to poke Ivan who had just had brain surgery next to him: "This is a trap~ Miss Alice is on our fake website." Ordering a single fir tree is a trap no matter what.”

Anyone can be deceived, but it is unlikely that this happened to Alice Vergent.

They had visited Kloster Street a few years ago, and the girls who could grow up in that place and then escaped with skill were destined to miss the word "deceitful".

"Whether it's a trap or not, as long as it's Master's order, I will do my best to fulfill it." The man looked mad and his eyes were scattered, and said with obvious morbid fanaticism: "I will put her on a plate and present it to Master. "

I knew that this guy would not listen to persuasion at all, even if he told Fei Jia he would probably say "let him go". After weighing it for about five seconds, Gogol chose to be free and lazy.It's useless not to be lazy, he doesn't want to come to the door to deliver the head himself, why not find a warm place and wait for the opportunity to take Ivan back, and warn this guy who can't get along by the way.

Ivan went out immediately with full strength, and chose a fir tree in the forest at random to mark it.The day before Christmas Eve, he used rock and earth giants to wrap the fir tree out of the soil into a roughly shaped shape, and went straight to the place Mori Yuki left for Gogol with his bare hands.This is not a secret address, PortMafia has set up a distribution office in Russia. If they don't know what the assassins are asking for, it will be another price.

Mori Yuki sat by the stove, roasted and peeled chestnuts, ate one for himself and stuffed one for Gojo Satoru, and in the middle he would pick up the ashes to look at the baked potatoes buried inside.It began to snow near Christmas, and this snow came just in time.The temperature of tens of degrees below zero completely turned Gojo Satoru into a big cat who desperately needed to be cuddly with others, and he had no intention of moving his position while sitting by the fireplace.In the morning, out of curiosity, he played in the snow outside for a while, and within an hour before and after, he went back to the room shivering with cold and hugged Mori Yuki tightly and refused to let go—it was too cold, and there was no limit to how close he could be The cold air mass cannot be separated from heat conduction.

"It's so cold, why is it so cold here?" He wished he could wrap his whole body around Mori Yuki's body. After hesitating for a moment between the fireplace and his girlfriend, this guy stuffed his hands into Mori Yuki's back collar without any desire to survive. , made her shiver from the cold: "You are sick! Are you looking for death?"

"But my hands are so cold~" The sticky and long tail sound was like a cat begging for food, Mori Yuki turned around and reached into the hem of her boyfriend's jacket.Gojo Satoru almost took off on the spot: "Oh! What did you stuff?!"

"Chestnut shell, if you don't put a snowball in it, I really love you." She grabbed his pants half-threateningly: "I will put it in your underwear next time, honey."

Ruthless or this person is ruthless.

The young man obediently pulled out his hand, and the girl also let go of his pants, and thrust a roasted yellow chestnut into his mouth.Just as the normal people were enjoying the fire and touching the fish, the young couple was enjoying the fire and throwing dog food, when the door of the villa was knocked rudely and extremely unpleasantly.

There is a doorbell that is not used but you have to knock on the door panel, which fully explains what is called an uninvited guest.

Mori Yuki pushed away Gojo Satoru who kept posting them, and glanced sideways at the monitor: "A little mouse came, this guy was brain-destroyed by Fyodor, and I don't know if he can still be saved."

It was so cold outside that Gojo Satoru was reluctant to leave this life-saving fireplace.After receiving a kiss on his cheek, he struggled to climb out of the seat, and dragged Ivan, who was completely dead, back to the living room after 1 minute: "It's hopeless, I only opened the field for one-tenth of a second. "

The subordinates who dragged the fir tree walked behind, looking for a place to put the "express delivery" that the leader bought online in a mess.

Gojo Satoru spent at least 1 seconds talking nonsense, 40 seconds for Ivan to release his mud figurine, received the goods and packed the delivery boy into the package, and finally returned to the house for about 15 seconds to close the door.

"Throw this guy to the agent we're docking with and maybe catch another mouse. Ah... no, let me think."

Mori Yuki turned his head to look at the raging wind and snow outside the window: "Forget it, just put it here. Based on your words alone, you will be snatched by robbers waiting on the side of the road within 10 minutes."

It was really not easy for Fyodor, he had all disposable consumables under his hands.The girl withdrew her gaze, looked at her subordinate who was also not very smart and sighed deeply: "I'm such a good person."

At least she didn't plan to take the lives of her subordinates as a stepping stone for herself.