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

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"It seems that Mr. Bo Ye likes this little slave very much." Murov looked meaningfully at Sigma who was walking behind me, and saw that he was wearing my clothes, and his eyes were ambiguous.

"It's okay." I replied lightly, "I've never had a temper with beauties."

"Beauties do have privileges." Mulov laughed, and then arranged a vehicle to take us to the auction house: "But only the strong can have beauties."

Seeing that Philip was not there, he asked, "Where's your Russian entourage?"

Of course I was tired, put it away, and then forgot to put it away, but I couldn't answer that, so I said, "He's gone to pick up the goods."

Murov turned pale with joy: "Goods, so fast?"

"It's just a small part of the goods that are connected to South Asia. In addition." I looked at Mulov and told him good news that although he had nothing to do with him, he still wanted to draw a big pie: "Sen's will build a factory here to produce parts , directly assembled and sold to South Asia.”

"We have technology and capital, and you provide manpower and protection, as well as initial construction. This is a win-win business."

When Mori Ogai heard about my proposal, his first reaction was that it was not feasible. Firstly, the Central Asia-Pacific Far East has no foundation in the local port mafia. Secondly, the "Sand Wolf" is not credible as a smuggling gang.

I said that anyway, the destruction of the "Sand Wolf" depends on when I notify the government that the army has successfully infiltrated, and I can cooperate with the destruction. If I am in a bad mood, I can destroy it by myself.

Furthermore, "Sand Wolf" has so many labor forces.

Anyway, they are all desperadoes, and they will join the business if they give money. If they don't do anything to help the government manage and help improve the business of the economy, it is impossible for this factory to fail to open.

"Boss, this is a lot of money." I said, "Compared to a one-shot deal, don't you think it's better to open a branch in Central Asia?"

The person in charge of the branch, the leader of "Crescent Moon" is not bad. After all, he just sacrificed a "loyal" second-in-chief, so he should give some compensation as accommodation expenses.

"Are you sure?" Mori Ogai asked: "To open a branch, you have to stay there for at least a year."

"Okay, as long as the manpower and funds are in place."

I didn't intend to go back so soon when I came here.

"Boba-kun really looks more and more like Dazai." Mori Ogai said, "As expected of a former lover."

"...hang up, leader."

"Hey don't, Boba-kun, I still have something to do." Mori Ogai interrupted me seriously from hanging up the phone.

I thought he had something serious to do, and continued to listen patiently: "Say it."

"This is a very important task, which is related to the future direction of the port mafia." Mori Ogai said seriously: "Is there any nice little skirts in Central Asia? Please buy me one according to Alice's size." share, come back and report..."

I hung up the phone blankly, listening to Mori Ogai was a waste of my time.

"Dazai, are you my brother's lover?" Sigma, who was sitting on the side, looking at the book taken out of my space, looked up.

I was taken aback, and turned to look at the distance of about three or four meters between us. I didn't turn on the speaker, it was a normal call volume: "Can you hear me?"

Sigma nodded: "I don't want to hide from my brother."

This hearing...

"Recite to me the passage you just read." An idea popped up in my heart, and I looked at the novel I used to pass the time.

"July [-]rd, sunny day, I reunited with him, no, I can't say it was a reunion, I can only say that I met my best friend who I have never met on my own, you may be curious, what is the name of a best friend who has never met, maybe I saw him in a dream, or maybe it was hit at first sight...

The train roared past, and the figure of the young man disappeared behind the train, as if following the smoke from the chimney of the train.

"That's a strange person. It's already late spring. Would anyone wear such a thick scarf that looks as ugly as blood?" Oda Sakunosuke thought so, gathered up his sand-colored windbreaker, crossed the train tracks, and walked home . "

Sure enough, Sigma has a photographic memory.

Excellent hearing, perfect abilities, photographic memory, only one year of memory, this is the perfect spy made according to the template.

Sigma is man-made, right? It came out of a laboratory?

I have seen a proposal for an artificial human in the Grade A archive room. It is an experiment from Europe. It is said to be a great success, but because of the loss of the mother body, only one experimental subject survived.

After Sigma recited it, he looked at me quietly. He was still waiting for my answer, Dazai's question.

Although Sigma is very obedient, her curiosity is as strong as that of a child seeing things for the first time, especially after feeling my pampering, she acted like a baby unscrupulously.

"Dazai...yes...my lover." I still couldn't say too much, and spurned myself in my heart: "However, we are temporarily separated."

My words were accompanied by a mournful cry that I didn't even understand: "I'm waiting for him."

Wait for his explanation.

"Does he look like me?" Sigma asked.

What a sharp child, I was a little helpless: "You are not alike at all." Sigma is much more obedient than Dazai.

"Sigma is Sigma, not anyone else. I will never take care of you for a moment of interest, nor will I abandon you."

After hearing my reply, Sigma smiled lightly. He was happy that I indulged his little temptation.

Only those who are favored are eligible to be willful.

No matter how you look at them, they are all children.

"Okay, happy cooperation." Mulov was in a happy mood: "It is indeed correct to cooperate with Sen's."

Yes, happy.

I remembered what the government army said about helping to manufacture fake munitions, and by the way, the death of "Sand Wolf" was arranged after the factory was completed.

Before that, it was a little bit more to earn a little more.

The auction hall here is not as shabby as I imagined, but comparable to the wide auction halls in Europe. Only then did I realize that I seem to have too much stereotype of the desert area.

No way, anyone who understands areas that they are not familiar with comes from books or media, just like Ah San, no matter how I clarify, what lingers in my mind are slums and dirty water.

Mulov took us up to a private room on the second floor.

I've only been to an auction once, and that was in France, for "Tears of Death".

In the private room is a large soft sofa, and Murov and I sit on each side.

Kneeling beside Mulov was a beautiful slave, who washed his hands in a golden basin and peeled grapes for him to eat.

I turned the slave down, beckoned Sigma over, and sat him next to me.

"This kid is really favored." Murov saw that I let Sigma sit next to him, and the contempt in his eyes was almost uncontrollable, not at me, but at me for letting a slave sit on an equal footing with me.

"Privilege of a beauty." My tone was flat, without any fluctuations, and there was no connivance towards Sigma that Murov saw.

As if it was just a casual favor.

"It seems that Mr. Thin Leaf had a good time last night." Mulov opened his mouth to take the peeled grapes, and after swallowing them, the slave picked up a handkerchief from one side to wipe them again.

"Very happy."

Murov was a bit corrupted by my reply, but I have always shown this indifference, and they have long been used to it.

Again, victory for facial paralysis.

There is no booklet for this auction, and guests can see the table introduced by the auctioneer downstairs through the SLR glass.

The first item is a batch of arms.

Arms can also be bought at the auction?

Before I could be surprised, the second auction item was brought up. It was a well-dressed girl who looked only in her teens and looked like Miss Jiao who was loved by the family.

The introduction of the young auctioneer in a tuxedo adds weight to the fact that the girl is well-born.

Her once noble birth has become her selling point.

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The author has something to say:

I don't know if anyone has seen the picture of the old Ford!

"Goodbye, my friend I never met"

It is the picture of the leader Jai disappearing behind the whizzing train, meeting Oda Sakunosuke, and then never knowing each other again.

For Zai, this is a farewell with great meaning, but for Oda Sakunosuke, it is just a strange passerby who meets by chance.

There is also a picture of Zai stretching out his hand, and the gun fell from his hand. He covered his face and asked Guangjin Liulang: "I said, Mr. Guangjin, what is the purpose of living?"

Guangjin Liulang replied: "Why do we have to seek meaning?"

Zai held his head, lying under the pool of blood, and asked in pain and confusion: "But, I have struggled so hard, dirty, despicable, if it has no meaning, isn't it too cruel?"

我真的好喜欢老福特的图！感谢在2022-02-2711:16:24~2022-02-2722:38:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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