I finally became a bottle of fake wine

"Eh? As the hottest cadre candidate of Hong Kong Queen Mafia, Chuya, you will be watched by people for every word and deed. Isn't this a normal thing?" Hearing Zhongyuan Zhongye say that he was being followed very seriously , Dazai Osamu was not so surprised, he waved his hand, and his smile was a bit wretched.

"Besides, there should be quite a few young ladies in the port mafia who have their eyes on Zhongya, right? Maybe there is a beautiful young lady who has taken a fancy to Zhongya but is too shy to say so, ah, I really envy Zhongya... "

Osamu Dazai changed the topic while talking, and stared at Chuya Nakahara with an expression of envy and hatred, as if the other party was really being targeted by some enthusiastic and shy young lady.

"Get out, that's not what I meant!" Seeing Osamu Dazai showing such a half-jealous look, Nakahara couldn't wait to slap him.

"Don't misinterpret my words." Zhong Yuanzhong also had a serious face, and it looked like he was really about to be slapped.

"Okay, okay, I know what Chuya means, it's just a joke." Osamu Dazai saw that Chuya Nakahara wanted to teach him a lesson, he raised his hands in front of Chuya Nakahara, and restrained himself With a smile on his face, he cleared his throat.

"To be honest, I recently noticed that there seem to be a lot of eyes around me, so I think maybe this is some unwilling hostile organization that has some ideas about port mafia."

"Okay, I will arrange someone to pay attention to this matter. Instead, Chuya, you should be careful."

Hearing Dazai Osamu's reminder, Nakahara looked at him strangely, as if curious why the other party would say this.

"Because Chuya has no one around now, right?"

When Dazai Osamu said this, his eyes were fully opened.

"I'm not saying that Chuya has no one under you, what I mean is," the black curly-haired boy stared at the orange-haired boy, and noticed that he was silent for a few seconds after hearing what he said Offended anger.

"Chuya, you don't have any trustworthy men anymore, do you?"

no, or rather...

Ever since Irene's betrayal, and the death of Ryuhiko Shibusawa, whose six subordinates were brought into Yokohama by the military and police to end the war, but the result was more serious than that, Nakahara Chuya seems to have given up on cultivating his confidantes.

He even lost interest in such things as "promotion to cadres".

"That's not okay, Chuya." Osamu Dazai said with a cold expression.

"This way, you won't be able to keep up with my footsteps. You know this very well, don't you?"

"What nonsense, how could I not know this kind of thing." Hearing Dazai Osamu's words, Nakahara also rolled his eyes angrily.

Of course, he didn't refuse to accept his confidants again because he was too sensitive and fragile and had a psychological shadow after being betrayed once.

Besides, it wasn't the first time he had been betrayed.

"This time, you acted fast, but I will catch up soon. You wash my neck and wait."

Zhong Yuanzhong also bared his teeth at the other party, and quickly turned and left.

He came to Osamu Dazai only to find out whether he was the only one who felt that he was being followed during this period of time, or whether the other party was also being followed.

He wants to determine whether this tracking is for him personally or for the entire port mafia.

"I didn't expect...someone is actually eyeing Zhongye..."

Looking at the back of Chuya Nakahara leaving aggressively, Osamu Dazai shook his head.

"Although I knew there would be such a day, I never thought it would be at this time..."

He showed a distressed look, but the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

I'm looking forward to it...

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Gin was not specifically here to cooperate with Belmode to complete the task, he just received the order from the boss, and when the other party needed help to complete the task, he could cooperate appropriately depending on the situation.

"Your mission target, hasn't it appeared yet?" He didn't complete the mission well, so he felt a little irritable, and he blamed Belmode.

"The intelligence collection is almost done. Why, you seem more anxious than me." Belmode is very patient. She is used to intelligence collection work and knows that such things are always in a hurry.

Looking at Qin Jiu's impatient expression with gray-blue eyes, he couldn't help but tease him.

"Is it because your own mission is not going well?"

"Heh, you might as well take care of yourself when you have time to ask about my tasks." Of course, Qin Jiu would not show any flaws in front of the other party, he sneered, and looked at Belmode with cold eyes. "Boss probably didn't just send a message to me, he's a little impatient."

"I know." Hearing that Gin brought the boss out, Belmode restrained his teasing smile and frowned instead.

"The mission target is almost certain to appear nearby, and I will soon be able to catch his tail."

"hope so."

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Irene is much happier than Nakahara Chuya, who is suspicious and doesn't know who is being followed, and Gin Jiu, who is impatient and irritable in order to complete the task.

During the recent period, under the arrangement of the organization, she lived in Miyano Shiho's apartment. In addition to completing the relaxed daily studies, she was also responsible for taking care of the other's daily life.

He said he was in charge of taking care of her, but because the two were about the same age, sometimes Miyano Shiho looked at the face of the silver-white long-haired girl and always felt that he was taking advantage.

Maybe it's because her parents died when she was young, so she looks more mature. Outside, the two look like Miyano Shiho more like an older sister.

"Want some snacks?" Irene looked at Miyano Shiho who came back from the library with thick materials, and brought her newly baked snacks.

After coming to the UK, she had nothing to do. Apart from occasionally completing orders for custom puppets, she was also obsessed with baking various snacks and making tea.

"Thank you." This period of time can be said to have witnessed the girl's increasing obsession with making snacks. From the first slightly burnt biscuits to the exquisite snacks that are now full of color and fragrance, Miyano Shiho has become accustomed to the other party's daily habits. Feed.

"Speaking of which, how does the cookie taste this time?"

Irene handed over the hot cookies filled with the aroma of butter, resting her chin and waiting for the other party's evaluation.

"It's delicious, moderately soft and hard, and tastes better than last time."

"Great, then I..."

Irene accepted the other party's compliment with a smile on her cheeks, and when she was about to say something, the phone that hadn't made a sound for a long time suddenly rang.

"Ah, I'm going to answer the phone."

The caller is Gin.

Gin, who would not call himself when he was fine, actually contacted him on his own initiative. Irene's first reaction was whether the organization had any tasks to explain to herself.

"Is there a problem?"

After answering the phone, she glanced at Miyano Shiho who was still eating cookies, and lowered her voice to ask.

"You seem to be very comfortable these days." Gin's voice on the other end of the phone may sound a little strange because of distortion, but the tone is the same as always.

"That's right, it's okay, I'm also studying seriously." Irene laughed twice, she thought that Gin's sudden call was because of a new job, but this made it sound like it was just a daily communication emotion.

"Zhiho is also very good, we get along well during this time."

Saying so, she glanced at Miyano Shiho whose cheeks were slightly puffed up by her feeding, and asked the blond man on the phone for credit.

"Is it."

Hearing Irene's tone of asking for credit, Gin was able to make up the little expression of the other party's bright clothes at the moment.

The anxiety that has been caused by the slow progress of the task seems to be relieved.

He was even in the mood to tease each other.

"Don't play crazy."

"No way." Hearing that the other party was in a good mood, Irene snorted twice and then asked tentatively, "Are you and Belmode still in Yokohama?"

"Huh," hearing Irene's question, Gin raised his eyebrows, sitting in the pure black Porsche, looking at the orange-haired boy passing by not far away, his mood became depressed again.

"Are you looking for my whereabouts?"

"Still asking if I have received a certain mission?"

"...There must be both."

Erin leaned against the wall, not intending to lie to Gin.

"After all, the fact that you actually want to cooperate with Chris and go to Yokohama with her is enough to wake me up."

"Although all the information I have has been reported, the identity of Nakahara Chuya is indeed surprising, so it is reasonable to want to test it out."

"Lum should want you to test the Central Plains Chuya, right?"

"After all, you are a god..."

"You are clever."

Gin was not surprised to hear that Irene had guessed her mission.

This is obviously a sub-question.

Of course, he never thought of hiding it from the girl.

"So, why is Rum so interested in Mr. Chuya?"

"It was the same when I was sent undercover before. I thought it was because Chuya Nakahara's character was easier to control that I was sent under his hands, but now it seems...his identity should be that of Rum. It's just a guess..."

"I don't care what Rum thinks." Hearing Irene's speculation, Gin interrupted without waiting for her to continue, "You don't have to care."

"It's not something you should think about, Erin."

"...Okay, I get it." Irene grimaced after being warned lightly by Gin Jiu, "But Mr. Chuya is really powerful, so you have to pay attention to your own safety."

Irene, who was worried about the safety of her adoptive father, was not worried about Zhongyuan Zhong, which also reflected the girl's absolute confidence in the ability of her former boss.

After all, one is a gravity manipulator, or even a man-made god, and the other is an ordinary human without supernatural powers. It is clear at a glance which one is stronger and weaker.

Qin Jiu, who could easily hear the girl's words, frowned.

Although he has some understanding of people with supernatural powers, his familiarity with Chuya Nakahara is limited to the information on paper documents. Although he has heard many times that his adopted daughter admires this gravity operator, he has always They all thought it was the addition of the youngest daughter's admiration for the object of love.

"If you die in the hands of Mr. Chuya, Gin, I will be very sad."

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