[Bungo Stray Dogs] On the Compatibility of Reaper and Black Slime

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Liao Kasha, the confidant of the leader of the "Sand Wolf", has a strange power and is said to be able to lift a car with one hand.

"You are very famous in the local area." I suddenly remembered the story that the indoor umbrella is not tall. I was carrying the umbrella on my shoulder, but suddenly my hand slipped, and the umbrella fell to the ground along my shoulder.

Behind him, as soon as the gunfire stopped, he turned back into Mr. Translator's supernatural body, bent down and picked up the umbrella, folded it, closed it, and held it in the palm of his hand.

"The leader is very interested in the ice and snow monsters that have caused disturbances recently." Liao Kasha changed his voice: "I heard that you have high vision, so I gave it a try."

He opened his mouth and smiled: "People who can't even see through this kind of trap are not worthy of Sand Wolf's attention, but I didn't expect you to walk in directly. Is it a supernatural power?"

What the hell is the ice monster...

I complained a little about the level of nicknames people in the black market said: "I just want to find a strong partner, but there are always people who make trouble for me."

"Hahaha." Liao Kasha laughed a few times: "I hope your business is big enough, kid."

"Then trouble leads the way." I snatched the umbrella from the interpreter's hand, and I pinched the tiny blood beads on the umbrella surface, and a little adhered to my hand.

I frowned.

"You won't use this umbrella anymore." Liao Kasha pointed out.

Without raising my eyes, I took the bottled water from Philip and washed my hands with the umbrella.

"I'm sure Sand Wolf will satisfy me, but this umbrella is a relic of a friend."

"You outsiders just like to waste water." Liao Kasha shook his head, and then shouted to the second floor: "Come down, trash."

There are people on the second floor.

Two strong men held a chain in one hand, like the kind that locks dogs, a dirty iron chain, and the chain was tied to a young man's neck and arm.

It was a very beautiful young man with long pink and white hair, strange and stunning, with unwillingness and anger on his face, he was too clean and out of tune with the surrounding filth.

This cleanliness refers to his eyes, which are free from evil, pure as white paper, and refers to his appearance.

He should be a rich and well-clothed noble young master, not wearing tattered slave clothes and being chained.

I just glanced at it and wasn't interested in it.

"Don't you like it, sir." Liao Kasha whistled strangely: "This is a gift prepared by our leader for you."

"Like?" I raised my eyebrows: "Why do you think I like..."

I hesitated for a while and asked in confusion, "A man?"

"You have been living in the same room with your followers since you came here, haven't you?" Liao Kasha said, "I heard that the leader of Crescent Moon gouged out a female slave because you hated her."

I thought about Philip and Mr. Translator. They both looked like young people in their twenties. They both looked good, and I was speechless.

They are all my supernatural beings, they are under my control, they can't eat or drink, they can't talk, they can't be too far away from me, and they don't live with me?

As for the female slave, I am even more speechless.

"I'm not interested in slaves, and I'm not interested in men."

"That's such a pity." Liao Kasha stopped suddenly, walked up to the locked young man, caught off guard, grabbed his collar, and threw him against the wall.

The young man was not thin, and his figure was well-proportioned, but he probably hadn't eaten for a long time, and was unable to resist. Liao Kasha, who was possessed by strange powers, was as easy as catching a pigeon, and only coughed when he was smashed.

There was hatred in his eyes, but he was speechless and kept coughing.

It's really like Ryunosuke Akutagawa who was hit by Osamu Dazai on the wall of my office back then, his eyes were burning with a flame called "want to live", but full of confusion.

I've seen that emotion many times.

There is only one emotion, and I have only seen it once.

That kind of nothingness that is full of longing for death, but desperately wants to ask for help inside, the black mud is surging, and it is cautiously probing.

I bent the corner of my mouth: "Wait a minute."

Liao Kasha wanted to pick up the young man and deal with him, but when he heard what I said, he turned his head: "Are you interested?"

"Yes." I looked at the young man who was coughing up blood and foam from his mouth. He was in stark contrast to Liao Kasha, who was five big and three thick, vulnerable and pitiful: "I'm a little interested."

Why not start a redemption game again, I thought.

Anyone can do it.

Let me stop thinking about that bastard.

Come up with the idea of ​​pampering him, and let another person invade your life, whether it is forced to smile or be sincere.

"What's his name?" The car Liao Kasha drove was a pickup truck. I asked Philip and Mr. Translator to take over the chains of the young man, and then sat in the rear compartment with two of Liao Kasha's men. , I also got on the rear compartment, because there are only two seats.

It is impossible for Liao Kasha to be a driver, and I don't want to drive either.

"Slaves don't have names." Liao Kasha laughed, as if he had grasped my bad habit of being soft-hearted as a foreigner: "The master wants them to be named, and they have to obey."

The car drove to the headquarters of "Sand Wolf".

The leader of the "Sand Wolf" is a classic Arab beard named Murov. When he saw my too young appearance and the two young people behind me who were not over 20 years old, the contempt in his eyes could not be dissipated.

"I heard that you sold a lot of guns to Dev's chamber of commerce."

"The ammunition is just a small business, and it can be used as a gift for dinner." I looked at the clean leather sofa with satisfaction, and sat there in an extremely relaxed posture.

"A $1000 million arm is a small business?" Mulov was shocked by my tone: "Then how much is your big business?"

"It's not just arms, it involves hundreds of millions of dollars, or even more." I looked at Mulov, and my tone was indifferent, but someone definitely thought it was provocative: "Do you dare to accept it?"

"What a big tone." Mulov laughed, and then stared at me with eagle-like sharp eyes: "As long as you can get the goods, the "Sand Wolf" can eat them."

"Before that, I want to know your identity first, so be safe."

"Yokohama, Japan, a cadre of the port mafia, Chisato Suha." I said, "He is also a collaborator of the Caroline family and the main person in charge of the Eurasian car line."

"Sand Wolf" is backed by a French company, and they must have heard about that line. Their drugs and arms are distributed throughout Europe, East Asia, and South Asia.

"Sen's." Mulov's eyes lit up, "I don't know if you need an intermediary to sell to South Asia."

"That's why I came here." It's no wonder that the supply in Europe is in short supply, and there is no surplus to buy in South Asia.

The main business of Port Mafia is Mafia!Not a car dealer!

""Sand Wolf" will not let you down." Murov, who thought he had picked up a bargain, was in a good mood.

"One week later, the first batch of goods will be delivered. The ammunition will go first, and I will slowly investigate the car route." I tilted my head slightly: "We need a deposit."

Opening a factory in Central Asia to produce parts?This place seems to have abundant mineral resources and cheap labor.

You can try it, and I should thank Mori Ogai for his kindness knowing that I came out to relax.

"If there is no problem with the goods, sure." Mulov smiled heartily: "The "Sand Wolf" has a wide source of customers."

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