When the group leader becomes the boss of the black organization[Comprehensive]

The silver-haired man grinned grimly and took out a gun and aimed it at Toru Amuro's forehead.

"You can't even drive a car well, what use is there for the organization to ask you?" He sarcastically said.

Toru Amuro wanted to defend himself, but he opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

What should he say?Said that he was frightened by the real identity of that guy, and accidentally crashed the car?

... Anyway, this is too bad.

So he wisely kept silent.

And the black-haired young man on the side had already got into the Porsche of Gin when they first started talking. He pressed his temples and poked his head out of the rear window, and said to the two people standing outside a little tiredly: "Get in the car and go back, I haven't rested for almost two days."

From Xiongying to Tartarus, to the life-and-death competition with Amuro Toru and the Japanese police on the road, everything is a matter of great effort.Although Kuroro often stays up late to read books, the level of stimulation between the two cannot be compared.

Gin glared at Bourbon with a hint of warning, and then sat in the driver's seat silently.Toru Amuro stood there and hesitated for a moment, then followed him into the car.

The car was driving smoothly and silently all the way, and Toru Amuro glanced at the young man in the back seat who was leaning against the car window, and the doubts in his heart were surging like a mountain torrent and tsunami.

But even if these questions piled up in his mind, he was about to suffocate him, he didn't dare to speak.Because he was almost sure that the man who was driving would never mind shooting himself the moment he opened his mouth to speak.

This man is a genuine, loyal dog of the organization!

No, in fact, it should be the Boss... that is, the loyal dog of the guy behind, Toru Amuro.

He watched silently as the car drove into a huge manor. Under the dim light of dusk, the magnificent buildings shone with a dazzling golden light.Baroque retro fountains, finely carved stone statues, and exotic and unique gardening flowers on both sides of the lawn together constitute a fashion of Japanese high society in the 50s.

The people in the back seat finally opened their eyes.

Kuroro looked around and said clearly: "This is it."

It was too late to say it, and the iron fence that was closed in front of them suddenly opened slowly!

The majestic music came from all directions, and the melodious melody echoed between the sky and the earth; hundreds of white pigeons flew to the sky in groups from both sides to bathe in the afterglow of the setting sun, adding a touch to the dim sky. Bright colors; not far away, the Baroque fountain located in the middle of the manor suddenly began to spray. Shoot. Water columns, high and low intersect, patchwork.

Gin twitched the corner of his mouth, and stepped on the accelerator with a face of patience.

The three people sitting in the car stared at the steps in front of them silently. The door of the Twilight Pavilion slowly opened, and a figure very familiar to everyone present walked out of it.

Dazai Osamu stood at the top of the steps, the hem of his windbreaker was raised high in the evening wind, and in his line of sight, everything in this manor was unobstructed——

The curly-haired young man opened his arms, stood there, and shouted at Kuroro and the others with a look of intoxication:

"Welcome! Welcome to the greatest masterpiece of this century - the Twilight Pavilion!"

Toru Amuro, Gin, Kuroro: "..."

"Is he really..."

The young man with wheat-colored skin looked at the scene in front of him, turned his head and looked at the gin in the driver's seat with some confusion, and asked inexplicably, "I mean, is there a problem here?"

As he spoke, he also nodded his head.

And Gin was too lazy to answer such obvious questions.

But Osamu Dazai didn't care what Toru Amuro said about him, he hummed songs all the way to his own enjoyment, and jumped down the steps like a schoolboy, and stood contentedly facing the urgent gaze of the black-haired young man. The rear seat of the Porsche opened the door for him, and bowed to him as politely as a traditional British butler.

"Wele~" the curly-haired young man said in a cheerful tone, "Please get out of the car, Boss~"

Kuroro sat in the car, looked at him silently, and stretched out a hand.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai was a little confused this time, "What do you mean?"

"Give me the phone."

Kuroro answered concisely, seeing that the person in front of him still looked confused, he reminded: "Photo."

He said he remembered it, so he will never forget it.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"Okay, okay, narrow-minded man." He muttered, took out the phone from his pocket, and clicked delete in front of Kuroro.

Satisfied, Kuroro got out of the car on his own and entered the gate first.Osamu Dazai made a silent grimace behind him, then turned his head and gave the silver-haired man who just got out of the car a wink that he thought was knowing.

Gin: "..."

Sorry, I deleted the photo a long time ago.We're not in the same group, I don't know you, it's none of my business, thanks.

Kuroro went to find a place to catch up on sleep. However, Toru Amuro, who was extremely sober because of too many exciting incidents today, was wandering around the corridor with nothing to do.

He carefully looked at the famous paintings hanging on the wall, all of which were handed down from generation to generation.And those armors, swords and other decorations are also genuine treasures.Standing surrounded by these antiques is like visiting some national museum.

"It's really rich..." He sighed.

"It's much more than that."

The voice from behind interrupted Toru Amuro's thoughts. He turned his head and saw that, as expected, Rum was the only one who was free at this time and ran around every day.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Although Toru Amuro himself hated talking to Rum very much now, as an undercover agent, he still did not forget his duty.Even though this place can be said to be completely shielded from signals and has no electronic products, he still wants to get as much information as possible.

"These are just the treasures of the mundane world."

The curly-haired young man stood under a huge oil painting with his hands in his pockets, looked at the portrait of the Virgin Mary with a compassionate smile on the painting, and said indifferently: "As time goes by, they will all be covered with dust and imprinted with irreparable marks. , was eventually forgotten by people in the dust and ceased to exist.”

"That's the way it is." Amuro retorted him, "Nothing lasts forever."

The person in front of him laughed softly.

"Really?" He turned to look at the young man with wheat-colored skin and asked, "You really think so?"

Toru Amuro looked at him blankly, and suddenly remembered the experiment that the organization had been conducting.

"You mean that APTX-4869?" He frowned and asked, "But hasn't the organization's research been at a standstill since Shirley's disappearance? Besides, haven't the results of the experiment proved it to be wrong?"

The curly-haired young man smiled, but did not refute him. He just sighed leisurely in a tone like singing poetry: "Manpower is exhausted sometimes. Changing fate and achieving longevity have been the pursuit of human beings since ancient times. However, this wish has nothing to do with illusory myths and legends. It has always existed but no one has ever been able to verify its authenticity, so people think it is absurd and impossible."

"But I'm very surprised, Mr. Bourbon, as a member of the organization, you would have such an idea." He tilted his head and asked, "After seeing the Boss with your own eyes?"

Amuro was startled.The scene when the black-haired young man smiled and said "I am the Boss of the organization" to him just now appeared in his mind.

His first reaction just now was to think that Kuroro was lying.His rationality told himself that this person should be a high-ranking puppet carefully chosen by Rum in order to stabilize the organization and win over people's hearts.

But if not, if he really is AFO himself...

The young man trembled uncontrollably.

After more than 100 years of vicissitudes, it can still maintain youth forever... Is this the height that human beings can reach?

"I think you should know something about what happened in the organization before, right?" Dazai Osamu took advantage of the opportunity of Toru Amuro's shaking and slowly walked in front of him, bent slightly, stared at him closely and asked.

"—about that 'Pandora' rumor."

"You mean..."

"That's right, that legend is true." Osamu Dazai straightened up, took out something from his pocket and played with his fingertips casually, "The so-called Pandora is real, and the so-called immortality...is not An unattainable dream."

"Manpower is sometimes exhausted."

Osamu Dazai repeated what he just said, but then, he held the gem tightly in his hand, raised his head and smiled at the young man in front of him:

"—but we're about to become gods."

Toru Amuro stared unblinkingly at the gemstone in his hand, which could be called a rare treasure, and he couldn't find the type of ore that could correspond to this stone even after desperately thinking in his mind.

In the end, he had to think in frustration that what Rum said to him might be true.

"With such an amazing thing, what are you going to do next?" He silently clenched his fists and asked.

"The meal needs to be eaten in bites, and I understand this truth." Osamu Dazai casually put the gem in his pocket, "Now there are some disharmonious voices in the organization, and I know that too."

"so?"

"So?" Osamu Dazai smiled, and said softly to Toru Amuro, "Isn't it going to be the triennial high-level organization meeting soon? That's right, let's hold it here."

"Could it be that you want to..." Toru Amuro slowly opened his eyes wide.

The curly-haired youth smiled and patted the pocket of his windbreaker.

"The bait is ready." He said briskly, his eyes were very meaningful.

"Next, let them...the volunteers take the bait."

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