In Hong Kong, subordinates are not allowed to poke the mouth of their bosses

The leading struggle, the most tragic 88 days in the history of the Yokohama Mafia.In order to establish the status of Yokohama's night order, the port mafia suffered countless casualties during these 88 days.

I staggered up from the pile of dead people, adjusted my dizzy brain, and stood at attention.He brushed back the hair that was scattered in front, put on his sunglasses, casually picked up an assault wooden warehouse, and sneaked skillfully in the shadows.

There was a sound behind me, and I quickly turned around with the gun in front of me, ensuring that I could kill the enemy suddenly within a second.

"Oda, Sakunosuke?"

I recalled with difficulty that although this man was a low-level member of the port mafia, his skills were unbelievably good.

The opportunity to get acquainted is that the two have a lot of similarities, and they have been misidentified by people who are not familiar with them.After all, they are all 1.8 meters [-] in height, usually have no expression, and their facial features are all inclined to a tough masculinity and so on.

Oda Sakunosuke paused indistinctly, "Qin Shunsuke, isn't it? It's great that you're still alive."

I am very clear that he said this not because of how familiar we are, but because among the large corpses of companions and enemies, even if they are only living strangers, it is already a kind of encouragement for each other.

I nodded lightly and didn't say much.

A baby's loud cry came from afar, breaking the silence.

Oda Sakunosuke looked for the sound.

I raised my hand and rubbed the forehead that was still aching, "You go. I'll look for Mr. Nakaya and see if he has any orders."

Unlike Sakunosuke Oda at the bottom, I belong to the No. [-] Action Team under Chuya-sama's direct unit.

This time the loss was terrible, and the team of 50 people, I am afraid that the number of survivors can be counted on one hand.

Chuya-sama will be sad, right?As I walked in the dark, I was thinking endlessly, after all, that is Master Chuya who values ​​love and righteousness, gets along well with his subordinates, and drinks with everyone on his birthday.

The rose-red motorcycle roared past, and I came back to my senses, was that Master Chuya just now?

Frowning and contemplating the current situation for a while, I quickened my pace and walked in the opposite direction.At this point, Mr. Chuya is likely to go to the final battlefield. If you don't hide quickly, it will hurt Chiyu.

——This is a survival tip that everyone in the action team under Zhongyuan Zhongye will keep in mind.

Footsteps came from behind, and Oda Sakunosuke followed with a child about two years old in his arms.

"Aren't you going to find Mr. Nakaya? He just passed by."

I raised my eyebrows slightly, I couldn't tell whether he was mocking me or not when I saw the expressionless face.

"Tonight is probably the end. Mr. Chuya will definitely open the dirty state. If you don't want to die, you have to stay away."

The man suddenly said, "Oh, that's it."

I looked away, it seemed that I was not mocking, but asking a sincere question?strange man.

The atmosphere between the two was quiet, no one spoke, they walked quietly.

There was an explosion sound far behind me, and when I looked back, the whole building was blown up.

"Master Chuya..."

I muttered.

The child in Oda Sakunosuke's arms cried out in fright at the sound of the explosion, and the man stuffed the gun into his pocket and coaxed him clumsily.

However, the technique was too bad, the little girl didn't give any face, and cried even louder.

Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help turning his eyes to me for help.

I, who was also tall and tall, could only look back in silence, then set my sights on the little girl, and stretched out my hand stiffly.

I hummed the only lullaby in my trance memory in a low voice.

"The sunset is setting, the fife is playing, and on the other side of the high wall is the smile of my mother..."

Because I only knew these few words, I could only hum back and forth. After a while, the child in my arms fell asleep peacefully.

As if I had accomplished something difficult, I let out a sigh of relief and returned the child to Oda.

"You are amazing, what's the name of this song?"

Oda Sakunosuke took the child and asked with some admiration.

I shook my head and said honestly: "I don't know the name, I just heard my mother humming it."

"I see."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, and thoughtfully did not continue.

People in the dark often don't have any happy memories. When they say it occasionally, what others need to do is not to get to the bottom of it, but to be silent, just be silent.

Afterwards, the two parted at a certain crossroads. Oda Sakunosuke seemed to be planning to take the child to buy some things, and I returned to the home arranged by Hong Kong and black.

Several buildings here are relatively remote, have not been attacked, and can still accommodate people.

I returned home exhausted and took a bath to wash off the dirt and blood all over my body.

After I was refreshed, I changed my clothes and started to make dinner.

Although I often have a blank face as if I don’t care about anything, I still eat three meals a day on time, on time, and with a balanced diet of meat and vegetables.

I'm too tired today, so let's have ramen for dinner. Tonkotsu ramen with bean sprouts, mushrooms, char siu, and hot spring eggs is the side dish.

The next day, I woke up on time and got ready to go to work.The port mafia is no different from ordinary companies in their daily work. They are not allowed to be late or leave early, and they are not allowed to be absent from work without reason.

Even during the recent war, as long as you don't die, you can't escape going to work.

After washing up, I brushed and fixed my short black hair with pomade in front of the mirror, put on a suit and tie, and finally put on sunglasses, which was the uniform outfit of the Hong Kong gangster operation team.

This dormitory building in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang is relatively remote, so there are several specially equipped cars downstairs for us to use to and from get off work.

Maybe it's just me now.

Too many people died.

I started the car, and it was unspeakable to experience the rare treatment of going to work alone with a car.In the past, it was impossible to set off without filling up the car. The feeling of a group of big men squeezed into a car is really not very good.

Sure enough, last night was the finale without any accident. Mr. Chuya blew up a building, but the life and death of the culprit is currently unknown.

——I listened for a while on the way into the building, and I have roughly figured out the current situation.

"Qin, you're here."

"Shunsuke, come and take charge of your part."

"Go faster, go faster."

Thanks to Mr. Zhongye's workaholic attitude of being capable of both literature and martial arts, the team under his command is not divided into literary or martial arts schools. They must be able to charge the wooden warehouse and shoot, and they must be able to handle paperwork in the office.

Yesterday he went to battle as a military faction to kill the enemy, but today he has to sit in the office and process the report.

The rest of the group were so sparse that they hesitated. A group of big men couldn't bear to hold hands and look at each other with tears in their eyes. Patting their shoulders and urging them to work was the remaining warm time after the war.

I nodded to my colleagues one by one, wrote the report papers as quickly as possible, and knocked on Mr. Chuya's door.

In the past, there would be two guards outside the gate, but today it seems that there is really no manpower available, and it is empty.

"Enter."

Mr. Chuya seemed to wish he could grow eight hands to handle the documents, buried his head in them, and responded in the midst of his busy schedule.

"Lord Zhongye, Qin Junjie has written the paperwork and is here to report."

I saw his signing hand tremble, and his perfect curly body was ruined.But the other party didn't care, raised his head in a daze, and looked at me, with my figure standing with my hands behind my back printed in the cobalt blue pupils.

He was still a big man at 1.8 meters [-], he was still in a straight black suit without wrinkles, he was still with an indifferent and expressionless face, and he was still a complete person.

——without being shot several times in front of him, blood staining his white T-shirt red.

Zhongyuan Zhongye didn't dare to blink, for fear that the person in front of him was just his own illusion, and in the blink of an eye, it would disappear.

"Master Chuya?"

I looked at him blankly and didn't respond, and called out to him a little strangely.

Mr. Chuya finally came back to his senses, his cobalt blue eyes widened, he stood up in disbelief, walked in front of me, and was about to pinch my face with his hand.

I was a little surprised by his reaction, but still hesitated to lower my head to make it easier for him to move.

After all, Zhongye is only 16 years old, and still has a childlike innocence?

I, who is 22 years old this year, recalled my state of mind when I was 16 years old. For a long time, I felt that Mr. Zhongye might still have a childlike innocence.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched his face, felt the living heat, and muttered to himself in disbelief: "How is it possible, you are clearly lying in my arms. I have tried your breathing, heartbeat, and pulse, and there is nothing Well, how is it possible..."

My upright body froze, and the dark pupils under the sunglasses shrank uncontrollably.

"Master Chuya...?"

How is it possible to remember?

Chuya-sama was so excited that he was incoherent in an instant: "What's going on? Could it be that I actually missed your breath that day? Or are you still alive just because your body protects itself? That's right, after all, that guy Dazai can control his heart and body. It makes sense to have such a self-protection mechanism.”

"Qin Junjie," he smiled brightly, and lightly punched me on the waist.

"It's great that you're still alive!"

I understand his feelings, after all, he has lost too many companions these days.As Nakaya-sama who values ​​emotions, the pain and sadness in his heart must not be understood by outsiders.

I watched him happily order me to make a report, then dismissed me, and returned to work with high spirits.

After I went out, my expression sank, how could Mr. Chuya still remember?

I did die once to block a bullet for Chuya-sama, but then I came back to life, and people's memories of my death would disappear and be replaced by something else.

For example, this time, because I am still alive after being shot several times, it obviously does not conform to the logical cognition of normal people, so in people's memory, I will not appear at the place of death.

Instead, it was the realization that because I wasn't there, I was alive.

As for where I went, or whether the live camera captured it, no one will think about it. I live in this world like a ghost that no one pays attention to.

But now there is an accident, why does Master Chuya have the memory of my death?

It’s fine if he believes in what he said in the office, but once he asks others to confirm it out of doubt, or simply leaks, no, more directly, and finds that I don’t have any wounds on my body, he will realize it. I noticed that my memory had gone awry.

If we investigate on this basis, there will always be corners that cannot be seen, and the truth will be exposed.

My eyes were clouded and I couldn't decide what to do with the accident.

In my heart, I can't solve the matter now, so I can only temporarily press this matter in my heart and concentrate on working all day.

After get off work, Mr. Nakaya, who was about to work overtime as usual, opened the door of our office and gave a special warning.

"Today Qin works overtime with me, the others can leave first!"

There are no two big brothers at the door to guard the door. According to the regulations, another person must send Mr. Zhongya home.

Originally, the highest-ranking person in the group planned to deliver it in person, but Mr. Chuya made his own arrangements.He winked innocently at me, and quite cheerfully gestured to the other brothers for a drink.

I was also restless because of what happened in the morning, and I wanted to confirm with Mr. Chuya, so I was willing to stay and work overtime.