I'm such a big son

Walking into the office with the problem child who was thrown into the hand by the door, Rimbaud hung the hat on the coat rack at the door, sat behind the desk next to the fireplace, reached into the drawer and rummaged through it.I almost took apart the desk before I found a fountain pen. I took it out and shook it to make sure it wasn’t broken, so I opened the file and glanced at the black-haired boy who was thrown in the room: “Whatever you do, the consequences take responsibility."

A wise man would know what to do and what not to do by looking at the menacing atmosphere in the hallway outside.

PortMafia has been in a state of disorder since the leader fell ill.Everyone is either standing by or on the way to create chaos.As long as the leader gives an order, everyone must put down what they are doing and act quickly.

Of course, Rimbaud is no exception. Although the old man refuses her approach because of fear, the number of tasks will never be reduced, nor will the difficulty.

She didn't have time to meddle in so many nosy things, presumably Osamu Dazai didn't need others to worry about him.

"Mr. Lantang, the leader ordered you to dispatch, and the target is... everyone in the police station at x, Tsurumi District."

The red-haired Sakunosuke Oda walked into the boss's office through the door, holding a paper document in his hand and frowning.

What a bad day, just joined the "company" and received a disgusting job.

Even PortMafia rarely had such large-scale killings exposed in public places-the opponent was a military police, clearly forcing people to be wanted.

The killer will not protect himself and the image will be taken as evidence. In this case, he can only blame himself for his lack of knowledge, but because of the leader's unreasonable orders, he has to be blacklisted by the military and police. Whose seat is it?

The red-haired boy drooped his eyelids and put the kraft paper portfolio on the table. It's not that he didn't notice the extra "decorations" in the office. His boss always likes to pick up strange things, and he's used to it.

It's a pity that "strange things" don't intend to let him go.

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Live!young!Haven't resigned yet!Not holding a gun to the head of a PortMafia leader!

Oda Sakunosuke!

A "cannonball" appeared out of nowhere and hit his abdomen at an unimaginable speed, almost smashing out the rice ball that Mr. Oda ate in the morning.

"Whoa-poof! What?"

Two people, one big and one small, rolled into a ball and almost fell straight out of the office door.After Oda Sakunosuke finally broke free from the shackles of gravity and stood up again, he lowered his head and looked at the black-haired boy who was holding on to his waist for life and death.

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

What the hell is this?It's so powerful that you can't shake it off, it's scary!

"Sorry. That... you are?"

The freshly released "waist pendant" didn't say a word, and seemed determined to stick to the "host".

"Don't worry about him, just follow me."

Rimbaud put on his hat and overcoat and walked towards the door. Oda Sakunosuke struggled to drag a "bump" hanging around his waist to follow behind.

"Mr. Lantang" has been trying his best to protect himself, and at the same time he has taken responsibility and criticism for himself.Although he couldn't figure out the reason behind this, the red-haired boy still silently thanked the other party from the bottom of his heart.

This killer lady who was misunderstood and pretended to be a man is much kinder than she thinks. To be honest, she is not at all like an elite in this industry in daily life-too human.

Even Oda Sakunosuke himself never picks on the target of the task, no matter men, women, young or old, until he decides not to kill any more.

And Mr. Lantang who stays in the office will spend most of his time looking for mobile phones, fountain pens, documents, hats, etc., which may be in his hand at the last second. Like she'll never learn to put things where they're supposed to be... stupid.

It's cute as hell.

……

The quasi-cadre who was considered "stupid and cute" by his subordinates sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt very law-abidingly, started the car in a textbook-like standard procedure, turned on the turn signal, and stopped on the side of the road to wait for Oda Sakunosuke They dragged a black-haired boy who claimed to be Osamu Dazai and squeezed into the back seat together.

"Guide the way."

She wiped the rearview mirror, and took Mr. Oda as a humanoid autopilot without hesitation.

After an hour, they finally left the congested road.Rimbaud parked the car beside the Tsurumi River, said "Wait!" before entering the subspace.

After about four or ten minutes, a large number of police officers suddenly poured out of the police station where the target was located. Visually, it was all the police forces that could be mobilized here.

After the police rushed towards a certain direction, Miss Rimbaud reappeared in the driver's seat and drove the car into the parking lot closest to the target.

She turned up the stereo in the car to the maximum, and the unintelligible organ music was like carols sung in a church. She pulled out the weapon from the lining of her coat and pushed the door to get out of the car.

Oda Sakunosuke doesn't want to kill people, so he doesn't need to do it, just follow behind as a clerk.

The "man" in black didn't move fast, and his goal was very clear. "He" walked into the police hall diagonally opposite the parking lot, and the sound of bullets pouring out soon came from inside.

The smell of blood became heavier and heavier, and the orchestral finale was accompanied by black smoke from the explosion, which spread from the doors and windows, and "Drunken Boat" once again completed the work perfectly.

Rimbaud returned to the car through the subspace again, lying on the steering wheel and watching the ambulance and fire truck rushing through the window glass silently—it was useless, there was no one alive inside.

The leader's order was "everyone" in the police station. Even if she tried her best to make trouble to attract the police to leave, there were still military police who stayed behind.Encountering Mr. Lan Tang, a quasi-cadre of the PortMafia assassination team, they had to die in the line of duty.

The brunette took off her hat and observed a moment of silence for these worthy opponents.

"Mr. Lantang, please sit with Dazai."

After exchanging names, Sakunosuke Oda, who finally "picked" the black-haired child away and put it away, was obviously worried about her state. Ms. Rimbaud looked back at him, rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette and sighed .

"My father, a military policeman, ran away from home without warning when I was six years old, and no one has seen him since then. Maybe he is still alive, somewhere in a corner I don't know."

The man left 130 francs to his mother and three children.

In the most ignorant place in the whole country like Xavier, a woman with three children was abandoned by her husband. God knows how this family of four survived.

Now the one who ran away was replaced by himself, and I don't know when the return date is.

The woman's face was blurred in the smoke, she scratched the top of her hair, got out of the car, walked to the back and opened the door: "Let's go, Oda is here to drive."

The red-haired boy went around and changed seats with her. Rimbaud sat in the back seat and turned on his laptop to type out a report—as if he really worked in some serious club.

The black-haired boy, who had been deliberately ignored by her, slowly moved out from the corner, glanced at the report page for a while, and glanced at it for a while.

Rimbaud simply pushed the computer over: "Are you going to write?"

He immediately shook his head like a rattle and shrank back. The woman sneered and continued to poke characters one by one with two fingers.

"Oda, let me tell you, why do you want to retire?"

It is also a road section with traffic jams, and it is also the rush hour for people commuting to and from get off work. There are also fire emergency and police cars coming in a steady stream. The state of the road surface can be imagined.

Rimbaud was not in a hurry to rush back to his office in the port building. Seeing that he couldn't move because of the traffic jam, he simply chatted with the deputy in front while writing the report.

Of course she was curious about the life of this legendary killer, who had no way of knowing because of his early death.Now that the world line has been changed, people can sit in front of them, so they naturally open their mouths to ask.

"This matter, it is like this."

Oda Sakunosuke didn't realize it, and carefully moved the vehicle slowly with the traffic flow, glanced back and sat straight ahead again: "The year before last, I remember it was a rainy day. After completing the task, I took a few things from the target's side. This book, sitting in a coffee shop not far from the crime scene and reading it. It is really a fascinating book. Unfortunately, the ending of the last book was torn off. I don’t know what the protagonist’s final ending is. .”

"At that time, an old man pointed out to me, why not finish writing this novel by myself?"

"An idea suddenly lit up in my mind: I want to be a novelist and write my own novels."

"Writing novels is to write about life. For this goal, I give up continuing to be a killer. Because once stained with blood, I can no longer write novels."

The red-haired boy turned his back to the two people in the back seat, Rimbaud was thoughtful, the black-haired boy in the corner tucked his head between his arms, his shoulders trembling slightly.

The woman who never made things difficult for cubs stared at the computer screen, and suddenly stretched out her right hand to precisely press on his fluffy head and rubbed it hard. After rubbing, she clapped her hands with a clear and crisp sound.

"Ah—it hurts!"

The boy was completely stunned like a frightened hamster, his eyes full of disbelief.

——Being comforted by this person...Beating him to death without giving him a slap?

"Boy, don't give my mother a haw!"

Miss Lan Bo refused to give him half a look, she just stared at the computer and poked the keyboard: "Give me a part-time job, when will you save enough money to pay for your life, and when will you place an order, I promise not to let you eat a second bullet."

This child... According to her past memories, the amount of medicine to commit suicide is not enough. It is okay to commit suicide by entering the water and drowning his companions. It should be good luck or bad luck.

The black-haired boy sat up straight, exposing his face covered by a large bandage, with an expression as if he was dreaming: "Mmm... oh. Okay, I see, Mr. Lan Tang."

The wheels rolled over the ground and made a rustling sound, leaving Tsurumi District and driving along the coastal road to the port.The sea breeze blew in from the window, and Rimbaud shivered violently at the pleasant temperature, "It's so cold!"

"oh oh."

Oda Sakunosuke immediately closed the car window tightly, and Miss Rimbaud's nose was red all at once, and she looked pitiful.

According to the principles of normal people and sophistication, the subordinate should greet the superior at this time to show respect, and by the way, provide some treatment methods for reference only, and maybe recommend one or two familiar doctors.

——Whether it is used to keep warm or to correct this obviously abnormal chill.

However, Sakunosuke Oda didn't. Not only did he not play the cards according to the rules, he even took it seriously when he heard it, without thinking about whether there would be any hidden meaning or meaning behind the words.

Expect him to chat with someone else or complain... forget it.

Fortunately, Ms. Rimbaud is not a talkative person. When she saw that the car window was closed, she rubbed her hands together and let out a breath of hot air. She then turned her attention back to the computer screen in front of her.

Writing a work report is really a challenge!