Don't compete with fairy tale vests

The port at this time has entered the night, and there are no traces of ships coming and going on the calm sea. The workers at the dock also quit their work early and left, and the entire dock fell into a state similar to sleep.

The starry night and the sea are extremely quiet, the only movement is probably the huge roar of the white waves hitting the shore, but the sound of the waves and the intoxicating night provide the smugglers with a place to trade.

"Where did you find the goods?"

On the night-shrouded deck, the buyer, who was fully armed and could not see any facial intelligence at all, heard the dull and intermittent voice from under the mask. His Japanese was very standard, but occasionally he had a strange accent, which made him feel uncomfortable. He would not be considered a native Japanese. The words spoken by the man are not light and coherent at all, as if he spit out one word at a time, giving people a feeling of force and stiffness.

Shanze didn't care who his trading partner was. For a small organization like them who could only struggle to survive in the cracks of the major organizations in Yokohama to fight for a chance of survival, it could give them a chance to survive. Money and more advanced weapons are God.

And in a place like Yokohama, most of the people who can do business with them are people with dirty hands. If one by one pays too much attention to the buyer's information, it will easily cause troubles in addition to increasing troubles. It's what they don't want to see. For this reason, it is a bright way to survive by being wise and protecting yourself, not blindly participating and curious.

Seeing the buyer's questioning, Shan Zexiuyi felt a little upset, but remembering the boss's ardent confession to him, their organization was on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management, and it had been several months since they had been unable to purchase new weapons. I needed the money and weapons to turn around, so I replied patiently: "Do you know mimic?"

"The group of Frenchies?" the man with the strange accent replied with a strange attitude.

"I don't care which country they came from," Shanze said haha, but he didn't remember it himself, "In short, they were so unlucky not long ago that they were caught by the government guys. The necklace is from them."

Mimic's actions are not a secret in Yokohama. Various organizations have heard of it more or less, and they all know that Mimic is collecting Olin. It's just that Mafia, the leading mafia port in Yokohama, personally ended this matter, and even There is also the government behind the scenes. The leaders of the organizations who are a little bit more sensible know the truth that greed is not enough to swallow the elephant, and they have not waded into this muddy water.

Shanze's organization also knows about this. If it wasn't because the organization was unable to make ends meet, it would not have looked at this thankless task helplessly, but seeking wealth and wealth is indeed a truth that has passed the test of time.

Under the covetousness and mutual fear of the various forces, they actually picked up a leak for them, and accidentally obtained the magical necklace Olin that Mimic had collected before, which was said to be able to grant any wish.

However, these Olins are no different from a small organization like them. It is the consensus of everyone to sell the gloves as soon as possible. Now that they have finally found a buyer, it is natural to sell them immediately for money, so as to avoid long nights and dreams.

"Are you sure this is the real thing? The price of deceiving us is very serious." The mysterious buyer, who couldn't see his face clearly and had even disguised his voice when he came to get it, picked up a string to check and put it back carefully. The pendant was on the The night was covered with a dull golden sheen.

"Of course it's the real thing!" Shanze was a little anxious, and it would be dawn soon if the delay continued. People could come to places like the port at any time, and they would definitely be discovered by the dock workers at work at that time. Whether the transaction can go smoothly Certainly.

For such doubts, he was angry, but there was nothing he could do. After all, before this time, their entire organization had only heard of Olin. Small organizations had almost no chance to remove things of this level, and of course there was nothing they could do about it. What kind of guarantee is given, even they themselves don't know if it is genuine.

"TUWASDUWILLST." The masked customer suddenly said such a sentence, and a satisfied grin disappeared in the wind.

Shanze couldn't understand what he was talking about, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the behavior of those people putting down the suitcases containing banknotes and guns. He knew that it was a success, so he immediately relaxed and showed a flattering smile.

"It's the real thing, you're lucky." The man with a strange accent was about to leave, but the tranquility on the sea was suddenly broken, and a green arrow grazed his hand that wanted to take Aurin away. However, it was nailed to the deck, and because of the high speed, it gave the man a burning sting when it passed by.

These smugglers are just ordinary people with guns, except for a group of them who are well-trained, reacted immediately, and launched some firepower counterattacks, but the ordinary bullets are simply tickling for Fulong's scales, Tiger didn't even have any reaction, and the opposite side emptied the magazine.

And the other group is simply some social youths that can be seen everywhere on the street, but their boxing skills are a little better. In addition to their heads, they also have guns. The iron bars that were pulled out.

Dealing with these guys is not difficult for Atleiyu and Fuhu. They knocked them unconscious, took Olin away, brought these people back to shore, and then called the police. This set of actions has been doing this for almost the past few days For Atreiyu, it can be regarded as a coherent process.

"Wait, these guns are..." From the perspective of Soryu Kurikawa, the user Atreyu rummaged through the boxes and the fallen people, and said to the system in his heart with a surprised expression.

"That's right, it's real." The old man Roaming Mountain took his words smoothly and revealed the manufacturers of these weapons.

"German products are not very common in Yokohama. I only saw them in my father's previous collection," Kurikawa Soryu said to the system with some nostalgia.

"By the way, old man, how do you recognize this?" Kurikawa Soryu was a little curious, "Are you also interested in this aspect?"

"Don't underestimate me, I will still learn some knowledge of this world on my own." The old man Roaming Mountain replied flatly, and stopped talking again.

Li Chuan did not continue to ask, but looked at the obviously exotic face of the trading side, and smiled wryly: "There are other foreign forces involved, which is troublesome."

"What?" The boy lying on the hospital bed turned grim instantly, and shouted in disbelief, "Mr. Dazai has defected!"

"Yes." The centaur in a white coat stood beside Akutagawa Ryunosuke's hospital bed and said calmly.

"I won't believe it!"

It's hard to imagine where a patient who is in poor health and has a broken bone got his strength, and was so excited that he almost overturned the bed board.

Hearing such news suddenly, the person who couldn't accept it the most was obviously Akutagawa Ryunosuke who had always regarded Osamu Dazai as his life mentor and goal in life. The boy with black and white gradient hair roared angrily, "Even if it's Mr. It's a joke, and I can't forgive it."

"Lie down, don't move around, you are still injured." Kailong pushed Ryunosuke Akutagawa back. The boy struggled, but lost the ability to resist because his coat was taken off.

Centaur sighed strangely, he should wait until the treatment is over before talking about it. Now it seems that the child will not cooperate with his treatment for a while.

Kairon said sternly: "So I'm the one to tell you about this. You can't change the reality by lying to yourself, Akutagawa."

Feeling the momentary tense muscles of the young man being pinned down by him, Chiron freed up a hand and rubbed his hair soothingly.

"Go and take care of other wounded patients first, Nurse Yuanshan, I remember that Black Lizard called just now, saying that a new batch of wounded has been sent, and I have something to talk to this child." Guang caught a glimpse of the female nurse holding a pile of documents at the door and poking her head, wondering if she should come in, Kairon smiled and turned to her and said.

Seeing Nurse Toyama leave, the centaur continued to say to Ryunosuke Akutagawa: "It is very naive to entrust everything to one person, even if you are alone in the world, you shouldn't do it, let alone you There's Silver to take care of, and you shouldn't be doing that as an older brother, or as a member of the port mafia."

"Growing up is a painful process. It is very easy to heal physical wounds, as long as you use supernatural powers in a nonsensical manner, but mental wounds are not. You need to overcome them yourself, not relying on others."

Feeling that Akutagawa Ryunosuke's struggle was no longer so hard, Kairon let go of his hand, ready to help her rearrange the bandages that were tied up in a mess for some reason, and change the dressing by the way, but her movements were tightly suppressed Akutagawa Ryunosuke at the bandage interrupted.

"Mr. Dazai tied this for me."

The boy's black and white eyes stared straight at the centaur, as if he was afraid that Chiron would snatch this crooked "masterpiece", which made Chiron feel a little funny.

"Okay, okay, I'll find a way for you."

Kairon is kind of soft-hearted towards the child, let alone Ryunosuke Akutagawa who calmed down with difficulty.

Did that guy Dazai put bandages on others? Could it be that the educational books for children bought by his subordinates still have a little effect?Sure enough, it is better to find a way to get Mr. Mori to allocate funds to buy a few sets in the reading room of the medical department.While diverting his thoughts, Chiron patiently handled the bandages under his hands.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai hadn't tied the bandage carefully, and the bandage was loose and easily removed by the centaur carefully and completely without touching the wound.

"You don't really want to keep it?" the centaur asked with a strange expression.

This is somewhat unhygienic and overzealous, Chiron thought, at least get disinfected.

"No," under the effect of the centaur's supernatural power, the young man who put it on could no longer see the traces of the wound. Ryunosuke Akutagawa put on the coat, and as the red light flashed, those bandages immediately turned into pieces and fell off. Landing on the floor of the medical room, Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed to have put down something, although his expression became more indifferent, but it seemed to be a little bit more relaxed, "Thank you for your treatment."

"Will you and Yin come to my house for a light meal tonight? I remember you like red bean soup very much."

The invitation came naturally from Chiron, who lived very close to the Akutagawa brothers and sisters, whom he would sometimes invite to his home when Osamu Dazai was away.

This pair of brothers and sisters are much easier to get along with than Osamu Dazai. He likes Yin very much. The little girl will always thank her very cutely for her kindness. Sometimes, there will be a little bit of joy.

"Red bean soup..." Akutagawa Ryunosuke hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, "I'll ask Gin."

Watching the boy leave, Chiron picked up the broom and dustpan beside him.

"It seems that the prohibition of littering everywhere must be written in the instructions for using the infirmary." The centaur was talking to himself while cleaning up the scraps of bandages that fell on the floor.

And Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who has no good habit of keeping garbage on the ground, is standing quietly in the chief's office with his eyes down, listening to Mori Ogai's words.

"Akutagawa, you seem to be recovering well."

Sure enough, it was a good decision to ask Kailong to inform Akutagawa Ryunosuke, if someone else came, they might not have seen Akutagawa-kun at this time.Looking at the seemingly uninjured subordinate, Mori Ogai said with a pun and a smile.

Centaur's way of dealing with children was better than he imagined, and he was able to persuade Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was so stubborn that it was a headache.

"Someone at the pier did some bad things on our site last night, probably Akutagawa-kun needs to deal with it, remember to keep alive." Regarding the newly recovered patients, the leader of the port mafia did not A little guilty, said with a smile.

"As ordered."

When Ryunosuke Akutagawa rushed to the port, he only saw a group of members of a small organization that looked extremely weak had been tied up by the port mafia and bound aside.

The small gang that resold goods on the port mafia site was easily solved. This time, Ryunosuke Akutagawa finally remembered to keep a few leaders alive and bring them back to the port mafia.

Taking several prisoners to the basement, Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Ozaki Koyo handed over the task.

"Akutagawa-kun, are you interested in learning some knowledge about torture from my concubine?" Koye Ozaki knew Kairon well, and naturally knew that Akutagawa Ryunosuke was the child who had received special attention from the centaur recently. Since Osamu Dazai defected, she was also willing. Ai Wu and Wu Di take care of this boy.

"Ahem, thank you, Ozaki-sama, but I already have an appointment with Mr. Kairon." Akutagawa Ryunosuke covered his lips and coughed a few times, pushing politely.

Under the conditioning of Chiron's herbal medicine, his natural disease has improved, but the cold and dusty torture room still makes his fragile lungs feel a little uncomfortable.

Ozaki Koyo no longer insisted, smiled dignifiedly, bid farewell to the sickly young port mafia members, and turned to face the captives with a completely different cold attitude from his colleagues.

"I really, really don't know, ugh—"

The man's screams rang in his ears, but the red-haired woman in a kimono turned a deaf ear, but the expression on her face became more and more indifferent.

Koyo Ozaki felt a little restless. His subordinates had been interrogating this prisoner for a long time, but there was no progress at all. The leader of the small organization hadn't been caught yet, but this guy who looked like a small leader was dumbfounded. One question and three questions, the task entrusted to him by the leader has not progressed, so how can he not be in a hurry.

There was the sound of light footsteps, someone approaching on the floor tiles of the torture room.

The girl in a gorgeous dress and playful red leather boots walked in bouncingly. She was not at all uncomfortable with the bloody scene in front of her. She put on a cute smile and faced the turn. Own redheaded female.

"Rin Taro wants Alice to ask how Miss Hongye's progress is going," the blond girl's smile was cut in half immediately when he mentioned Rin Taro, and she complained angrily, "Rin Taro is just good at calling people, if It's not a limited joint cake to celebrate My Little Pony's third anniversary, I don't want to listen to perverted lolicon!"

"The situation is not good." Although Alice was acting cute, she still had a mission and encountered difficulties after all. Ozaki Momiji resisted the urge to stroke the blonde girl's soft hair, and said in a solemn tone.

"He really doesn't seem to know anything. In this case, there is nothing I can do." The red-haired woman even sighed helplessly with grace.

"I don't know, I don't know... I don't know."

The little leader named Shanze seemed to have been tortured to the point of mental disorder, and he kept saying these words back and forth.

"Today's torture is a bit harsh." The girl who was walking around in the torture room briskly said such a sentence suddenly, which made the executioner's hand tremble in fright.

Koye Ozaki signaled his subordinates to push aside, and took up the topic gently: "It's mainly my responsibility, I want to train the fresh blood of the torture team. After all, Yamamoto-kun is a newcomer, so it's understandable that he's a bit careless. I hope Miss Alice, don't mind too much."

"Have you come up with anything so far?" Koyo Ozaki said these words to his subordinates who stood stiffly aside.

"Just ask one sentence that should be a clue." Knowing that his work seemed to have gone wrong, the man named Yamamoto's voice was a little trembling, but he still answered politely.

"Tell me about it."

"TUWASDUWILLST." Yamamoto Kentaro barely read out the pronunciation of the content of the interrogation from memory.

"TUWASDUWILLST? What does this mean?" Ozaki Koyo repeated, a little puzzled by this strange pronunciation, which was obviously not Japanese.

"It's German." The blond-haired young girl answered her question, and the smile on her face disappeared without knowing when.

"Does it mean 'do what you want' in German?" Mori Ogai, sitting in the chief's office on the top floor of the building, put his hand on his chin, lost in thought.

Even if the torture is over, the rest will not be too late when the leader of the organization is captured. Seeing that the man being interrogated has already breathed in less air and vented more, Koye Ozaki hastily called Chiron to come over for treatment, so that It's not worth the loss for the rookie to just waste a possibly valuable captive.

The centaur was called to help by his parenting enthusiast, Koyo Ozaki, to treat the wound on the man in the torture room, so that he would not die due to infection of the wound.

"Aren't you worried that Mori Ogai suspects you?" The voice of the old man Youshan sounded in Kurikawa Soryu's heart.

"Don't worry." Kurikawa Soryu replied confidently in his heart, stroking the sleepy Sanhuamao in his arms.

The system asked a little incomprehensibly: "Why, as far as I know, Mori Ogai should be a very suspicious person, just from his suspicion of Osamu Dazai, it is not difficult to see at all."

"Indeed, the leader of the port mafia is a very untrustworthy person."

Kurikawa Soryu carried the Sanhua cat called Teacher from his lap back to its courier box cat litter. Although he was controlling his diet again, the Sanhua cat still took you beyond the standard on the way. The three-flowered cat, who knew where he got the dried fish, secretly decided to withhold its small snacks for a week.

"But there is one thing that cannot be ignored, that is, Chiron's identity is different from Osamu Dazai. After all, Chiron is an outsider, and his status in the port mafia is entirely derived from Mori Ogai. I also threw out the cooperation invitation for the story club and showed Given Kairon's loyalty to the chairman, Mori Ogai naturally has no reason to doubt that Kairon left the port mafia just like Dazai Osamu, even though Kairon and Dazai Ogai's follow-up is very good in everyone's opinion."

"I think it's because Osamu Dazai didn't choose to meet Kairon again before he left, so he doesn't have to worry about me, old man." Kurikawa Soryu said softly in his heart.

"It's good that you have the numbers." Hearing what his host said, the old man Roaming Mountain had no doubts, and returned to the state of silence.

"Hey, something serious happened in school?"

Gloriaman, who was happily coming out of the dessert shop holding the limited edition cakes commemorating the [-]rd anniversary of My Little Pony, was suddenly dragged into the alley. Hearing such terrible words from the tired-looking assistant supervisor in front of him, he was so surprised that he almost dropped the paper bag.

"Why did you tell me such a big thing now?" The little lion anxiously leaned in front of Yidizhi Gaojie, his hair and eyes turned red like fire, which could almost ignite someone, and he almost grabbed the man's collar to question .

"There was no way to contact you before..." The black-haired assistant supervisor seemed to have something to say, but was interrupted by the harsh sound of brakes.

At this moment, another black commercial vehicle also quietly stopped at the entrance of the alley.

"Graw, you're here." Another man in a black suit called the little lion's name, which immediately cheered up the tired auxiliary supervisor.