Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

Another year and a half in the blink of an eye.

Hong Kong and black without Mr. Dazai continue to develop conscientiously and steadily expand their sphere of influence and economic scale.I also work conscientiously in Hong Kong and Black.

As Akutagawa Ryunosuke's reputation of "the Hong Kong black disaster dog will cause great damage every time it appears" is getting louder and louder, the once sensational "ghost assassin" gradually disappeared in Yokohama and instead accepted commissions around the world. .

Facing people with different abilities from all over the world, I have experienced more dangerous battles, and at the same time honed my fighting ability more and more exquisitely.

In contrast to my reduced activity in Yokohama, the "Phantom Assassin" is well-known on the world's killer list.

Many newcomers to Hong Kong gangsters only know that I am a senior member of the port mafia, but do not know the identity of my assassin.

In the past one and a half years, I have been in the period of development, and my figure has become slender. When I was 17 years old, I officially reached 1.7 meters [-], and there is still room for further growth.

The direct consequence is that every time I stand and report to Nakahara Chuya, I can see the top of his black hat at the head of the eye.

Since then, every time he handed over tasks, the 1.6-meter-tall boss never stood up from behind his desk.

Why Zhongyuan Zhongya hasn't developed since I saw him, I have two conjectures.

One is because of his ability to control gravity, and the other is that he only drinks alcohol and doesn't like milk.

I have not said these guesses to others, after all, I respect my boss very much.Moreover, if Zhongyuan Zhong knew that I was arranging him behind his back, even if he couldn't lift me up, he would beat me up violently.

Koyo Ozaki saw me and said to me, "Takeshita-san has grown up. Even in a black suit, he doesn't look like a Mafia man, but rather looks like a son of a noble family."

I thanked her superficially, but actually I didn’t quite understand it—everyone in Hong Kong wears this outfit, and I don’t feel any difference between myself and others.

From this passage, apart from the fact that I have grown taller, the only information that can be extracted is that I am too gentle and harmless, without the brutal and domineering mafia.

Yes, I'm talking about the kind of Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

I can't do anything about looks.

As he grows older, the shape of the almond-shaped eyes does not change, the corners of the eyes are upturned, the tails of the eyes are blunt and not sharp, and the pale complexion adds a touch of gentleness and weakness.

And Akutagawa are two extremes.

He looks fierce at the first glance, but I look easy to talk, and I usually have to show a murderous look to gain power.

I don't know which is better than what was once called "the blue eye of the ghost from beyond."

It has been nearly two years since Dazai-san disappeared, and I can't help feeling depressed.

The leader, Mori Ogai, carefully noticed my emotions, and waved his hand: "Takeshita-kun looks a little listless recently, I will give you a simple field mission to go on a business trip to relax. The time limit is two weeks, and after the mission is completed, it will be your vacation. Take it easy and remember to come back~"

The task I received was to go on a business trip to Tokyo.

There are various underworld organizations in Tokyo. Although Hong Kong gangsters have considerable influence here, they do not have the right to speak to control the entire dark side like they did in Yokohama.

An arms deal between Hong Kong gangsters and cooperative organization A was sabotaged, and the interceptor was hostile organization B.Mori Ogai sent me to recover the traded goods this time, and warn Organization B by the way, emphasizing the status of the port mafia in Tokyo.

It's a simple task indeed - so simple that I don't even have to change my clothes, I'm wearing a hoodie and I'm ready to break into the enemy's stronghold for a quick victory.

The number of ranks of Organization B is so low that even Mr. Dazai thought with his toes, I didn't use my brain much, avoided a few traps, and kicked open Organization B's arsenal.

"Hand over the goods from Hong Kong and black, and apologize with sincerity, and Hong Kong and black will not pursue it anymore."

"You... do you want to start a war?!"

I said, "It depends on you. Do you want to pay?"

My answer was a shuttle of bullets.

In the next second, the enemy shooter became a warm corpse in my hands before the gangsters had time to shoot.

Holding the rifle that the shooter had just used, I stepped on his bleeding neck, which was cut open by the dagger, and made a gesture of not doing anything.

"It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet. Let someone who has the right to speak come out and talk to me." I said.

The person in charge of Organization B finally came out, and when he saw me, he showed contempt in his eyes: "What if we don't give it? Our power is not small, you are qualified to represent Mafia and us to completely tear the face and open fire ?”

Okay, I've been underestimated again because of my looks and my age.But other than that, this guy is really crazy.

Do you want to ask me if I am qualified to speak on behalf of Mafia?

I slowly raised my hand and spread my five fingers, followed by the sound of guns being loaded from the Hong Kong and black troops behind me.

I sighed and said, "Unfortunately, I have."

"But I'm still here to reason with you. If Ryunosuke Akutagawa was standing here, the grass on your grave would be one meter high."

"Give it or not, do it when the five-second countdown ends. Five, four, three..."

"Give!"

Get it done.

Holding a rifle in my hand, I stood next to the person in charge who uttered wild words just now. The people who monitored them shipped out batches of arms and sent them to the car in Hong Kong, and said coolly:

"A word of advice, if you judge your seniority by age in the underworld, you will die ugly. Mr. Dazai was only 16 years old when he became one of the five major cadres of Mafia."

"...Yes, yes, the villain is taught, taught."

The person in charge of Organization B was in a cold sweat.

I pointed to the body of the member of Organization B whose throat I had cut, and said, "You gave me six bullets as a gift. This is a return gift. You are welcome."

He squeezed out an ugly smile: "Your Excellency...you're welcome."

Organization B obviously didn't expect that Hong Kong gangsters would dispatch high-level superpowers for such a small batch of goods, and use such a "return the goods or kill" method to settle accounts roughly.

Usually, Hong Kong and black people really don't go to war because of this thing, but Mori Ogai casually threw me a field worker in order to let me relax on a business trip. It can only be said that they just hit the muzzle of the gun.

The mission is over, and the vacation begins.

The first step of vacation is to go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of milk, and then drink it while researching the sights and attractions in Tokyo online.

When I stepped into this supermarket, I never expected to meet these moths when I bought a bottle of milk, and I also met a new friend who played basketball.

Under the bright light, I was carefully choosing my favorite milk flavor from the abundant shelves, and I accidentally collided with a person.

I have good balance, and I quickly reacted to adjust my center of gravity when I was hit.The other party was knocked to the ground, and the box of milk he was carrying fell to the ground.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

I took the initiative to apologize, but I was very puzzled in my heart: my vigilance is not so low, and I am also watching the road from the corner of my eye, how could I not notice the people walking in front of me?

"It's okay, I didn't look at the road."

The other party was a boy with sky blue messy hair, with a calm expression on his face and a slightly annoyed tone.

He was wearing a full set of football uniforms and sneakers, and he was very sporty overall, but he was not tall, slightly shorter than me.

He picked up the carton of milk on the ground and was about to sidle past me.

My eyes fell on the box of milk, and I asked enthusiastically, "Excuse me, is this brand good?"

The sporty blue-haired boy was startled, and said, "I don't know, someone asked me to buy it."

"Oh...well, thanks."

"You're welcome, this brand has a good reputation and should be worth trying."

Referring to Lu Yu's advice, I decided to buy the same brand of milk as him.

While queuing at the checkout counter, I ran into this teenager again.

This incident was a bit weird, because I saw that there were few people here, so I came to line up, but when I came, I found that he was just in front of me, and after adding him, the line was obviously as long as other lines.

"We meet again." I said to him.

The teenager carrying a carton of milk and some daily necessities nodded to me.

We were waiting for the checkout, and things happened suddenly.

"boom--"

A sound that I am very familiar with explodes, and then something cracks and shatters.

The lights in the supermarket went out, and the light suddenly dimmed. The checkout counter was where the crowd gathered. Screams and cries were heard one after another after the gunshots, creating chaos.

"Ah! Did I, did I hear a gunshot?"

"Why is it suddenly dark? Where are the lights in the supermarket?"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"No, don't kill me..."

"Whoa, why am I so unlucky..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang-"

A group of men in black broke into this large supermarket, and the intensive gunfire was enough to make ordinary people panic.

Looking around, most of the customers squatted down, holding their heads in their hands and motionless, and many people cried bitterly because of this unfortunate accident.

But I am very familiar with such a scene, which is a common means of retaliation in the underworld.

The purpose of the intruders' shooting was not to hurt people, but to destroy the facilities and materials of this large supermarket, making it unable to operate and damaging its reputation-this is how MIMIC once cracked down on Hong Kong gangsters.

This large supermarket should be under the protection of another underworld organization that is hostile to the intruders, or it should be directly invested and operated by it.

I jumped onto the counter and asked the cashier in my line, "Have you heard of Organization A?"

The cashier didn't dare poke his head out from under the counter, and tremblingly said: "Listen, I heard, they will regularly charge us protection fees every month..."

Okay, both sides of the hostile organization are clear, and the familiar costumes of those people in black have also been explained-it is the people from Organization B who shot and sabotaged the supermarket.

Organization B had just been robbed of the goods by me, so I lost face and couldn't get angry, but didn't dare to touch the Hong Kong gangsters, so I went to organization A's site to take revenge.

I just finished the mission and encountered this kind of thing again, very sad.

I was so upset that I wanted to find a sandbag to vent my feelings.

The cashier looked at me squatting on the counter in horror, and was so nervous that I was about to cry: "Boy, you, get down quickly, it's too dangerous to stand so high!!"

"No problem."

I jumped off the counter, straightened up, and prepared to walk into the dark interior of the supermarket.

"It's dangerous, don't go there."

A elusive arm suddenly grabbed the back of my dress.

Yes, elusive, that's the only word I can use now to describe this young man who almost made my vigilance invalid.

He was also squatting with his head in his arms, but in order to grab my clothes, he squatted up and took a steady horse stance.This picture looks a little funny.

"Let go." I was in a bad mood.

"No, it's dangerous, they have guns!" The blue-haired boy was obviously scared, but he was very persistent, and he held me tight and refused to let me in.

They had guns, and I had a dagger by my calf.If you really meet me, who is more dangerous may not be known.

But I couldn't say that to him, I just said: "They don't hurt people."

As if to echo my words, a voice from inside the supermarket cried out in a tearful tone: "Someone is hurt—someone help—help!"

I:"……"

The blue-haired boy: "..."

We looked at each other.

Many people heard the call for help, but the gunfire kept ringing inside, and fear shrouded their hearts like a dark cloud, and no one planned to leave for a while.

The blue-haired boy looked around and saw the scene, as if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath and said, "Let's go in."

He straightened up and walked to my side to join me.

To be honest, the blue-haired boy's mood need not be so tragic when he was with the ghost assassin who wandered on the edge of life and death all year round, and dealt with a few minions whose purpose was not to hurt others.

But the moment he said, "Let's go in," something still touched my heart.