[Comprehensive] Magical Uchiha spitting fire online

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Counting from the day I was picked up by Osamu Dazai and taken back to the Port Mafia, this person has tricked me not once or twice. If I think about it on my knees, I can tell that the job Dazai Osamu entrusted to me this time will not be a good job. What he said was an important job was actually that in order to catch C alive, he set up a trap using a casino owned by the Port Mafia as bait.

Of course, I also asked him why he bothered to arrest people since he felt that these desperadoes would not reveal any key information.

However, Dazai Osamu just gave me a "kind" smile.

"Not being afraid of death does not mean that you are not afraid of pain. If they were all ruthless characters with hard bones, I wouldn't ask for C's name." Dazai Osamu pretended to be the gentlest person in the world. , with a soft smile on his face as if he was careless, he uttered cruel words that did not match his expression: "Since they are not afraid of death, let them taste what it is like to die happily. .”

I always felt that he meant something, but looking at Osamu Dazai’s smiling face, I couldn’t say anything for a moment, so I had no choice but to follow his arrangement and was whisked away to this casino.

The casino hall has already arranged for manpower to be on guard, and nearly half of the gamblers playing in the casino are members of the martial arts sect disguised as lurking. And my job is to sit in the control room behind the scenes, staring at the monitor screens one after another, waiting for the baited C to arrive.

I have been sitting here for at least three hours since the layout was laid out, and no abnormalities can be seen in more than a dozen surveillance screens. The streets were deserted late at night, and the atmosphere in the casino was so high that I saw the mafia members posing as gamblers almost forgetting their mission. It’s just me, I can’t play or run, I can only sit behind the monitor bored, and I can’t see so many pictures by myself, so I have to let the system help me watch.

There was still no movement from the person who was supposed to come. I looked through the entire surveillance room three times, but there was nothing to kill time. Being so bored, I even dug out the book Osamu Dazai forced on me from my ninja bag.

The book "Complete", as its name suggests, is a book that introduces suicide methods. From the level of pain to the level of trouble, and even the details of the lethality and the scope of posthumous involvement, I didn't see whether it was a well-written book that Dazai Osamu highly praised, but I could tell from the contents page. The impact comes out.

"Does Dazai Osamu give me this to apologize to me, or does he want to continue to make me angry?"

The page of the book I opened started with a piece of rope. It described the specific operation method of hanging to commit suicide in almost every detail. Even the ninja school textbooks didn't write it in such detail. I really couldn't read it when I put it down. "Completely", I started chatting with the system: "Tell me, when will my life end?"

"It depends on whether you mean ending this job or ending the world."

The system replied calmly.

The glass screen of the monitor reflected my face, which looked a little lifeless and had nothing to do. "What's the difference?"

"What do you say?"

“…I wonder when I’ll be done with this.”

"It shouldn't be long." The system thought for a moment and then added: "It's already this time. People from C will either come later or they won't come at all. At that time, Dazai Osamu will also notify you and let you leave."

The system gave me an answer that was the same as it was said or not. After the system answered me, the dark monitoring room fell into a dead silence again. I moved my lips in the suffocating silence and asked it again: "Then tell me, when will I end this world?"

"Very soon, you will be in another world on this day next month."

The piled-up monitoring screens make a rustling sound from time to time, which together with the system's bland to slightly rigid voice makes people almost drowsy.

The system asked: "Do you have any requirements for your next world?"

I was curious: "You will satisfy me if I tell you?"

System: "Oh, basically no. I can consider small requests at my own discretion. But you can say it and enjoy yourself secretly."

I:"……"

I really can't think of any small requests I have that the system can consider before agreeing to me. Rather, I was confused at the beginning of this world. I knew nothing about the next world, and I couldn't think of anything to ask for.

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading -->> I curled my lips: "Speaking of which, how on earth am I going to leave this world? Is it a time and space teleportation similar to the flying thunder god's technique?"

"how is this possible."

The system laughed softly, and the voice synthesized by merging the voices of many people sounded particularly gentle: "There is no need to bother, as long as your body is destroyed, the soul in the body will naturally leave this world. ”

What you said makes so much sense, I can't fucking refute it.

The system's voice paused, and then it seemed to have thought of something, and then said: "But... at any rate, you have integrated into this world and are a member of the port mafia. If your body is suddenly destroyed, it will cause a lot of trouble." Let's make a commotion. Why not find a chance to escape and leave?"

I asked it slowly: "How can I escape and leave?"

The system thought for a while and suggested: "Isn't it true that someone from c has been causing trouble recently? How about taking the opportunity to die in the incident of c? It's reasonable and not very conspicuous. Others won't notice your death." No purpose."

I:"……"

Me: "...It's a good idea, but it's too cheap to die in the hands of those people, so I don't want it."

After chatting with the system until I really had nothing to say, member C, who I evaluated as "die at a very low price in their hands", finally made some move.

The monitor hidden outside the gate illuminated a corner of the dark gray robe, and the person who was walking at the front to explore the way knew nothing about it. Without realizing it, he led his companions behind him into the trap he had laid for them early in the morning.

I thought that the organization that dared to offend the Port Mafia would have to have a large number of people anyway. But when I saw it with my own eyes, I discovered that only a few people had the guts to attack the Mafia's territory.

The original purpose was to catch a turtle in an urn, so naturally the people at the door made no effort to stop him. Several men in cloaks broke into the underground casino with guns in hand. The scene seemed chaotic, but at least half of the people inside were members of the Port Mafia lurking inside. They protected the remaining half of the unsuspecting gamblers and fled into the safe room deep in the casino under gunfire.

I don’t know what news Dazai Osamu released to the outside world. The people in C did not rush to catch up and kill people. Instead, they turned to the center of the hall and lifted up the carpet as if they were looking for something.

Everyone was almost running away, so I pressed the shutdown button prepared in the control room without haste. The anti-theft net and the rolling shutter door fell down at the same time, and what looked like water pipes and exhaust pipes on the ceiling spewed out hypnotic gas after the place became a closed space.

When the gas dissipated, the people who had been on standby swarmed forward and loaded the sleeping member C into the car and took them away, and I followed them from the underground casino back to the port mafia's headquarters building.

Mr. Dazai is still tracking down relevant information about C, and the person responsible for handling us is Akutagawa, who has never been seen before. He looked unhappy. His face, which usually didn't look happy, was so gloomy that it looked like someone owed him eight million.

"What are you angry about?"

I glanced at Akutagawa's expression curiously and asked him, "Are you scolded by Mr. Dazai again?"

He glared at me impatiently: "It's none of your business, you just need to take care of your own tasks."

Oh, it looks like he really got scolded.

As an outstanding subordinate who has never been scolded, but secretly scolded Dazai Osamu all the time, I proudly raised my chin in front of Akutagawa.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was unmoved and rolled his eyes at me.

"Master Akutagawa, Master Jingniao, I'm interrupting your conversation..."

Members of the organization outside knocked on the door and came in. A grown man who was about ten years older than me lowered his head tremblingly as Akutagawa and I looked at him.

He rubbed his hands together as if he was a little embarrassed. He didn't realize that there was anything wrong with calling a thirteen-year-old child 'sir', but he just said: "Master Jingniao, the leader has given an order for you to go up and find him." ."

Why are you looking for me again?

As the leader, Mr. Mori has been looking for me, an ordinary little member of the Black Lizard, quite often.

Although I was confused in my heart as to why Mr. Sen wanted to see me, I still complied calmly.

I am now no stranger to the chief's office and the elevator that leads directly to the office. I can still vividly remember the scene where I slammed the door here when I lost my temper with Dazai Osamu last time. In order to prevent Mr. Sen from remembering my slamming the door and blaming me again, I was extra careful this time when I knocked on the door and entered.

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