Why should I clean up

Different from the ordinary mafia, the fight between people with different abilities is all about skills.

As far as his [Plunder] is concerned, it is difficult to activate it unless you are close.

In this regard, [Rashomon] seems much more convenient.

Takigawa Yuichi leaned against the window and carefully analyzed the situation, but he still couldn't help coughing twice when the smoke and dust rose.

The pungent feeling in the lungs is like being forced into alcohol, and it is even hard to breathe.

Unexpectedly, Akutagawa would be able to endure it to this extent, Takigawa Yuu pressed the root of his nose with a headache.

"Find it?" he said softly.

System: "What?"

"That guy's movements are getting more and more sluggish."

After being firmly nailed to the wall by Akutagawa's Rashomon, the psychic man screamed unwillingly.

But no matter what, he couldn't raise his hand.

This is the consequence of not plundering new vitality after excessive use of abilities.

Since the awakening of this ability, Takigawa Yuichi already knew his own ending.

He was born with evil bones, born with killing.

If you don't kill, you can't live.

Light doesn't really suit him.

The system was silent for a moment: "So that's why you raised a bunch of mice?"

Takigawa Yuichi tilted his head and smiled easily: "It's really rude, people have names."

system:"?"

Yuichi Takigawa: "Shiro 1, Shiro 2... I killed Shiro 578 yesterday."

The spewing blood stained the ground, until Akutagawa Ryunosuke walked in front of him, Takigawa Yuichi didn't notice what he was holding in his hand.

Takigawa Yuichi frowned in distress: "Akutagawa-kun, when I said I wanted his head, I didn't mean that I really need you to pack the head with me."

"..." Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent, and let go of his hand mercilessly.

The twisted, bloody head fell to the ground with gravity, and rolled aside.

"Sorry." He said with a difficult voice, "I'm..."

Takigawa Yuichi said "Huh?" and stood up straight: "There is nothing to apologize for. You completed the task and did a good job."

A hand fell to his head.

This is the second time Akutagawa Ryunosuke has been patted on the head.

Compared with the first time he felt uncomfortable and resisted, he subconsciously raised his eyes this time.

Officer Takikawa faced him, his snow-colored eyelashes drooping gently.His brows and eyes are still cold, but the light-colored irises are gilded by the sunlight.That's not pity, it's not sympathy. When Takigawa cadres watch a person, they are watching a person.

In a daze, Ryunosuke Akutagawa seemed to understand why so many people followed each other in the port mafia.

"Grow up quickly, Akutagawa."

In the rich black, something lukewarm lit up.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke bit his lower lip, trying to remember this moment with the blood in his mouth.

"Yes."

He clenched his fists, his face pale.

Unlike before, this time, Akutagawa Ryunosuke willingly lowered his head.

"T-Dazai-sama."

At the third marked point on the map, next to a black car, a burly man in a suit lowered his head tremblingly.

"That... what are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai hummed happily, and shook the beaker: "Mix the pan/wood/turtle/alkaline with wine, it is said that this tastes good."

...isn't that poisonous?

The mafias looked at each other, wondering whether they should stop the other party's dangerous behavior.

How can I say that Lord Dazai is also a valuable supernatural being of the port mafia, and is also a candidate for a cadre that the leader favors. In a few years, he might become a cadre like Master Takigawa——

All in all, if Master Dazai died here, they would definitely be shot!

The men in suits who were thinking this way were about to stop, but an impatient voice came from above.

"Let him drink."

Zhongyuan Zhong also jumped from a high place holding his hat, and the windbreaker behind him drew a sharp arc with the movement.

Osamu Dazai glanced at him: "You scared them, Chuya."

Typical villains sue first.

Nakahara Chuya gritted his teeth: "Don't you guys have a mission? Why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai squatted in the corner and silently poured a little of the liquid in the beaker into the group of ants delivering the food: "I've finished it a long time ago, but you haven't finished the report yet."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "How do you know I haven't finished writing?"

Osamu Dazai raised his chin, showing a half-smile: "Because I threw away the copy you wrote."

Thanks to Yuichi's ability, he entered Chuya Nakahara's office this morning as if he had entered no man's land.

Nakahara Chuck also clenched his fists, his anger seemed to be on the verge of limit, but Osamu Dazai still held his chin and told him innocently:

"You'd better not make any noise, if the plan is exposed, Yuu will scold people later."

"..."

For the port mafia, for the port mafia.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said this silently twice in his heart.

If it wasn't for Dazai's usefulness, he would have killed him sooner or later.

The poor ant colony struggled for a while and then died. Osamu Dazai estimated the time and decided to put this suicide method out of the plan.

A little too long and it looks painful.

Although he is always chased and beaten by Chuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai is actually the type who is afraid of pain.

However, probably no one would care about that.

"And then?" Nakahara asked.

Osamu Dazai: "What?"

Zhong Yuan also gritted his teeth: "Aren't you here to help?"

Osamu Dazai thought about the definition of the word "help".

"No." He replied, "I'm just here to see what Yuichi will do, and take the backpack that Q left behind."

After Osamu Dazai finished speaking, he pointed to the cute red satchel on a man in a suit behind him.

The two round eyes on the shoulder bag formed a sharp contrast with the humiliating man in the suit wearing sunglasses.

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "What kind of game is this for parents to bring their children?"

Osamu Dazai: "Q? No, that kid is so vicious that I always have the idea of ​​simply faking his death into an accident."

As Osamu Dazai's voice fell, a pierced unrecognizable doll fell out of the messenger bag.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look, and the word "Dazai" was ruthlessly written on it.

"Look." Osamu Dazai said perfunctorily, "I've worked so hard to bear it till now."

"Ha." Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, "It deserves it."

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands.He casually threw the beaker behind him, and this unexpected move startled the mafia who had been waiting in line.

Despite frantic attempts to catch it, the liquid in the beaker unfortunately spilled all over my hand.

So weak.It seems that it has been quiet here for too long.

Osamu Dazai came to such a conclusion.

He raised his head, looked into the distance from this hidden corner, and his eyes fell on the two familiar shadows by the windows of the buildings in the distance.

Akutagawa was touched on the head, but did not resist.

Nakahara Chuya raised the brim of his hat, and said in a puzzled tone, "When did Takigawa and Akutagawa get along so well?"

Dazai didn't speak.His face was shrouded in shadows, and his expression was dim.

But if you look carefully, there is indeed a dark tide surging in those iris eyes.

"Who knows."

After a long time, Osamu Dazai smiled.

"Perhaps Yuichi did something unnecessary again."

"I am bored--"

Yuichi Takigawa, who returned to the ambush point, quickly entered the role of Spinita.

So when Ley followed Gin's instructions and moved here, what he saw was him holding a gun and yawning.

And, of course, the sandwich wreckage on the side.

"Are you here for a picnic?" Ley asked.

Scotch watched the movement of the vehicle with a scope and didn't bother to pay attention to him, but Spinita angrily took out another piece of bread and gnawed on it.

"I've already said that I don't know how to snipe. Gin must let me work overtime. What can I do?"

For a moment, Ley felt that what he said made sense.

"Is there any more?" For some unknown reason, Ley asked while observing Scotland's reaction, "I didn't have breakfast either."

Sure enough, Scotland stopped working at all, and looked back at him coldly.

"Aren't you dating that Miss Miyano?" Spinita replied indifferently, "Where's the love breakfast?"

Ley didn't want to talk about it: "You're pretty well-informed."

Spinita: "Ah, being hated by my girlfriend, how pathetic."

Rye: "Why don't you say Scotland?"

Spinita shocked: "Scotland has a girlfriend?"

After he finished speaking, the bread choked in his throat, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.

Scotland frowned and patted him on the back.

"That's my trade partner for the last mission." Scotland explained coldly, raising his eyelids and looking at Ley, "Since when did you have the hobby of making things up?"

Ley shrugged and didn't answer.

Reminiscent of the look in Bourbon's eyes when he said last night that a fight would show emotion, Ley seemed to have an epiphany.

But the relationship between Scotland and Bourbon seems to be good-iron triangle?Love triangle?

Ley, who was too lazy to think about the complicated relationship, sat down holding a gun: "The plan has changed, and Gin asked me to come here to stand by."

Spinita was curious: "When did a place need two snipers?"

Ley: "Think of the best."

Spinita: "?"

Rye: "Maybe our jobs are over."

"..."

hateful!Your work is over, and his work is about to begin!

Takigawa Yuu, who didn't know anything about gin and PLANBCD, gritted his teeth. He tried to mobilize his overworked mind these days, but his anxiety made him short of breath.

The boy covered his lips with his hands, and his shoulders trembled a few times.

It was a light move, but it was still spotted by Scotland.

"What's wrong?" Scotland asked.

"It's okay." Spinita replied quickly, clenching her fingers subconsciously.

Due to the presence of Lay, Scotland did not continue to ask questions. He tried to look away calmly, but did not notice Lay's gaze on Spinita's fingertips.

"I'm going out for a while," Ley said.

The door was closed behind him, and Ley switched the headset to the original channel.

"everything is normal."

[Continue to stare, Rum suspects that Scotland's identity is suspicious]

The cold sound of gin is accurately transmitted through electronic equipment.

"Oh, I forgot to mention one more thing, do you want to guess?"

After the noisy electrical sound, a sneer came from the opposite side: [It seems that you have been very proud recently. 】

Faced with such a threat, Ley leaned against the wall by the door indifferently.

"I'm kind." He replied, looking forward to Gin's expression now, "Your bird is vomiting blood, and it looks fragile and dying."

【…】

No sound came from the headset.

Ley couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"Hey Gin, are you listening?"