I'm such a big son

A turmoil about Apple dissipated immediately under the strong intervention of the "eldest son". Rimbaud did not make any comments, and silently turned on his mobile phone to send a message to inform Oda Sakunosuke to buy a new set of tableware and deliver it tomorrow.

"What's for dinner, pizza, udon noodles, or Chinese food?"

After seeing the message from her deputy, she closed her phone and looked at the children sitting or standing in the living room, asking what kind of takeaway they wanted.

Of course, it's takeaway. No one wants to cook after ordering this. Do you still expect Miss Rimbaud to come into the kitchen?

... Then you can only eat dry bread and dip it in milk, and add a boiled egg at most, and you can't expect more.

Gin has no objection. It doesn’t matter what you eat if you don’t cook by yourself, as long as you can eat enough, Akutagawa Ryunosuke thinks so too, and even Nakahara also nodded in agreement: “It depends on what you want to eat, there is nothing to be picky about.” .”

That's right, how many children from Radium Bowl Street have never been hungry?

Rimbaud finally set his sights on Osamu Dazai. The boy, who thought he would be completely ignored, pointed his finger at his nose and widened his eyes: "Huh? Do you want my opinion? I want to eat crabs! I don't want spicy food, and I don't want to eat it either. Do not eat hot, bitter, too sour..."

"I said... are you a bastard!"

Before he finished counting with his fingers, Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed his knuckles: "Is it because Akutagawa's punch was too weak just now? Hey, Akutagawa, you can't do this, remember, starting today, every meal Eat an extra bowl of rice!"

"Yes! I understand!"

Ryunosuke coughed a few times, and covered it with his hands in a very gentle manner. It's hard to say whether he wanted to cover his expression by the way so that people could not see it too clearly.

"Tch, Miss Rimbaud, you can figure it out yourself."

Osamu Dazai, who realized that he would be thrown out if he messed up again, reined in his horse and decided to make another mess tomorrow.

Rimbaud hesitated for a few seconds, remembering that he once said that there is a bun shop in Chinatown that is delicious. OK, that's it!

"Yin, you guys go to make soup."

She checked the number and called, and quickly confirmed the dinner amidst the enthusiastic voice of the shopkeeper.

While waiting for the food to be delivered, the three children went into the kitchen to cook miso soup. Osamu Dazai clutched his stomach, pretended to be injured, and slacked off on the sofa without making a sound.

Rimbaud glanced at him and added indifferently: "Cry quickly, the wound won't be found if you're too slow."

Incredible!Miss Rimbaud opened her mouth to complain!

"...I'm hungry!"

The black-haired boy let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, put the undamaged apple on the coffee table, picked up his own and continued to take a bite: "It's delicious!"

A look of "I'm not afraid even if you see it" - if a fur animal is at this time, it will definitely be lifted to the knee and plucked maliciously backwards a hundred times.

Rimbaud: "..."

If you dare to do this when you are an adult, if you can't be beaten to death, you will count me as a loser!

After more than half an hour, there was a knock on the door of the villa.

Osamu Dazai jumped up to pick up something, but Rimbaud suddenly reached out and grabbed his clothes and threw him behind the sofa.The pale golden supernatural power spread out close to the wall, covering the whole house in an instant, and the three children crowded in the kitchen were also startled, one by one standing at the door and looking out.

The one who opened the door was the real "Mr. Lantang".

He who has become a supernatural life form looks the same as before.

"Hi, may I ask if Mr. Lan Tang ordered the takeaway?"

The takeaway boy standing outside the door kept ringing the doorbell with a good service attitude. Even if the owner was slow, he still waited patiently.

"...Yes, I just ordered something."

The tall man who opened the door looked like he hadn’t woken up. The takeaway guy was wearing a peaked cap and lowered his head, but he couldn’t see his face clearly. When the person who came to open the door reported his name to claim the takeaway, he immediately wrapped his hands tightly. The incubator was handed out, "Mr. Lan Tang, I wish you a pleasant meal..."

The supernatural life body took over the incubator, and even showed a humanized surprised expression when it realized that the weight was wrong.

In the next second, the flames and the loud noise erupted at the same time, and with the help of the night, the thick smoke almost covered the entire villa.

At the same time as the explosion, the takeaway boy was blown away by the shock wave, and there was no blood in the scattered limbs—whether it was a supernatural life form or not, at least it was definitely not a living person.

……

"Sir, the concentration bomb over there has been detonated, and the monitoring has been temporarily cut off, but Lan Tang is absolutely dead! He is defenseless at such a short distance, unless he can predict the danger in advance... You know our brother's mouth , it is impossible to leak the news in advance.”

The person who stood and answered had a look of color on his face.

What quasi-cadres, what killers, what supernatural powers, as long as there is enough firepower, who is not a body of flesh and blood, how can they be immortal!

The man sitting on the seat nodded slightly. Lan Tang was just the first one, and he had more to do. The new leader of PortMafia should not be a little-known underground black doctor...

The member in charge of monitoring stood outside the door and leaned down, and the person sitting down beckoned to the person behind him: "Go and let him in."

"Yes!"

The people outside the door shrank their necks and were led in to stand still and report: "Sir, the monitoring has been restored, and the lights of that villa have not been turned on again."

But the villa itself didn't seem to be damaged much. According to his understanding of the bombs, the construction quality of this house must be too good!

Maybe the homeowner reinforced it on purpose?

"very good."

The person sitting in the dark nodded: "Go, get ready to start the next plan."

It will be spread all over PortMafia tomorrow morning, and the faces of those people must be very funny.

I don't know what he can get through this move...

……

The explosion happened outside Rimbaud's supernatural subspace, and people inside felt a slight movement of the soles of their feet. The seemingly incomparably dangerous explosion and bomb explosion were completely reduced to a large-scale fireworks show.

The moment the explosion ended, the whole room fell into darkness—Osamu Dazai bent down and touched the wall to manually cut off the main circuit breaker.

Miss Lan Bo withdrew her supernatural power, opened the back door leading to the forest and counted the children out: "Run, don't stay here."

The Springfield with the silencer installed was held in her hand, and the sound of pulling the safety catch was very crisp.

"It seems that I have to work overtime tonight, you guys..."

Rimbaud hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind, "You follow me, the only task is to protect yourself."

Her home clothes had been replaced by a black suit, her black hair fluttered under her bowler hat, her red lips were pursed, and her bright brown eyes gleamed slightly.

"gone."

The first step in fighting back is figuring out who is to blame for the problem at hand.

But Miss Rimbaud didn't need it. She could figure out who did it with the hat on her head. Among the five cadres, the only one who had reason to be so big was her current goal.

To counterattack, choose when the opponent is most proud, most relaxed, and feels at ease.

Under the moonlight, the man who "eliminated" one of his most serious problems was suddenly awakened by a soft and beautiful violin music.This voice is gentle and lingering, like a lover whispering affectionately and unrepentantly in the ear, and it also has the sweetness of a girl whispering her thoughts to the flowers.

But it should never be in this place at this time.

The sound of the violin continued, like a polite announcement, reminding the host not to keep the guests waiting.

A layer of cold sweat dripped from the back of the awakened man.

He suddenly realized that angering Lan Tang might be the biggest mistake he ever made in his life.

The man pulled out the gun that was under the pillow, lifted the quilt and gently leaned against the wall to look out from the window.

Standing among the fragrant rose bushes is a long-haired figure with a coat and a black top hat on his head. The honey-colored piano plays intoxicating music between "his" fingers.

As if sensing that the master had finally appeared here, "he" put down the piano, raised the brim of his hat with one hand and turned to look over.

"Ye An, I took the liberty to visit you and found that you were resting. I had no choice but to make this plan. I hope that you will spend this wonderful night without disturbing your mood."

The quasi-cadre of the PortMafia assassination team, Jean Lantang, a colleague whom he had just given a gift package of bombs and bombs, stood less than three meters away.

This is a dangerous distance, and both sides are within the effective killing range of the opponent.

"Lantang-jun, good evening. You really confuse me, what's going on...?"

He hid the hand holding the gun behind his back, with a just-right smile on his face.

I have to say that the cadres in PortMafia have no bad acting skills.

"Yes. Dinner was so exciting and exciting that I couldn't help but want to come and thank the makers in person."

The long-haired "man" from Country F spoke with a hint of a smile. Those who don't know may mistakenly think that they are friends for many years who are facing each other through the window.

In the next second, the bullet flew by, and there were pale golden ripples in front of Rimbaud. She tilted her head, and a cube slowly landed in the palm of her hand. The subspace palace covered the entire area, and there were corpses in different shapes lying all over the ground.

——All are armed guards here.

"you!"

Could this be the strength of "Drunken Boat"?

He was wrong, downright wrong!

"Thank you for the takeaway."

The silencer does not affect Springfield's performance, and the man who fell to the ground was blasted with a large hole in his heart.

Rimbaud looked at his opponent and took off his hat: "Good night, I wish you a sweet dream."

Next, it will be dawn in a while... Then find a place to settle the group of cubs that have been brought out.

After that, her life will definitely be wonderful, Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu will be fine, but the Akutagawa brothers and sisters are still too young-especially Yin, it is too easy to die prematurely in the forceful revenge of adults.

She doesn't want to see that assumption come true.

The only question now is... where to send these cubs?

Mori Ogai couldn't send it away, and if he wanted to send it, he could only send it to Osamu Dazai. The Akutagawa brothers and sisters absolutely couldn't do it, and Chuya couldn't bear it.

The school can take a leave of absence, but the rest of the time after the leave can't let the cubs follow her to hide.

Rimbaud changed his posture and continued to think. The green rose leaves around her gave her new inspiration—it’s not like she doesn’t know another person in Yokohama who is better at educating children. She was merciful last time I met her. Think about it The other party will not refuse a woman's entrustment in desperation.