I'm such a big son

Rimbaud knew that Fukuzawa Yukichi was a person with supernatural abilities, but he had never seen him use supernatural abilities in the previous battle, and he didn't know what his supernatural abilities were.This man is invincible only with his superb sword skills, and silver reaching half of his level or even lower is enough to protect himself.

——The older the cub is, the more he has his own ideas, and the verbal explanations are getting more and more pale... It seems that there is still not enough homework!Then sign up for an extra-curricular class. If you don’t believe me, you still have to think about it.

Yin's state immediately changed when she heard this sentence. Miss Rimbaud didn't ignore her, but paid too much attention to her, so she carefully concealed her weaknesses, and even bowed her head to others.

As long as there is a chance, she will definitely do her best!

The raging fighting spirit was ignited in the little girl's eyes, and even Mr. Samurai, who had been confused as a little disciple, couldn't help but look sideways at her.

Rimbaud was right, she was indeed a good material for practicing swordsmanship, and he saw in this girl the "Tao" that was still in its infancy.

Even the other children around Ms. Killer, although they were exposed to the darkness prematurely due to their birth, they don't look like they will become big villains.

It is impossible not to feel regret and pity, especially Mr. Fukuzawa's own family adopted a boy who was rescued from the brink of collapse.

—No child is born evil, if circumstances permit.

"Miss Rimbaud."

The silver-haired man stood with his hands down, his left palm resting on his saber: "I'm planning to build an 'Armed Detective Agency', if you..."

Before he finished speaking, Rimbaud interrupted him: "Sorry."

She ordered the Akutagawa brothers and sisters and Osamu Dazai: "These three are fine, but me and this are not."

He was talking about himself and Zhongye in the Central Plains.

No one knows more about the life experience of the orange-haired boy Chuya Nakahara than she herself, and because of this, she understands that only a darker force can truly protect him.

Regardless of the military police or the armed detective agency standing in the gray area, as long as they cannot make a decisive move against the trend, the final result is a compromise, but the degree of compromise is different.The final destination of Zhongya Zhongyuan is probably either a laboratory or a research institute, which is not a good place after all.

But the world is different.

As long as the strength can fully reflect the value of ignoring the upper class, the mafia, which is essentially a desperado and dances wildly on the edge of the law, is naturally willing to pay the price to trample on the current system, anyway, they have long been used to this kind of thing.

The entire underground world itself is a helpless existence for the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In contrast, Chuya Chuya, as an individual, no longer looks so eye-catching.

But that's all in the future when I'm a little older and can tell right from wrong. Now Miss Rimbaud agrees to "pro" her son as a child laborer for Mori Ogai?

Don't even think about it!

Don't ask, if you ask again, it's [color painting collection]!

Mori Ogai is a good boss, but not necessarily a good teacher.

The invitation was flatly rejected, so Fukuzawa Yukichi would naturally not continue to be annoying.He folded his hands and silently lowered his eyes, his manner changed from sharp to restrained.

The topic is finally over, and the small talk is probably over.

Rimbaud handed the orange cat in his arms to Yin, put on the hat with one hand and pressed it: "Please, Mr. Fukuzawa. I owe you a favor, thank you."

The silver-haired man nodded slightly, and watched her turn away with the two older boys.

It's exactly the same as the cat that turned away after rejecting the small fish.

Speaking of cats...

He looked down at Yin who was standing beside him, the stray orange cat lay in her arms and licked jiojio comfortably...

Probably because of gender.

Fortunately, the Akutagawa brothers and sisters are taciturn people, let alone complain.The two children stood where they were and watched the caregiver walk into the darkness dressed in Night Breeze.

The moon hangs high overhead.

……

"You two, tsk!"

Rimbaud, who had two older children by his side, scratched his hair a little worriedly.It's not about their safety, but about how to educate them.

She really doesn't know how to teach children, and she only allowed Chuuya to grow wildly. In the end, it's a miracle that the child didn't grow crooked at all... Well, let's not talk about the past, right now... just half an hour During the journey, the two boys followed and had several fights.

Although it was Osamu Dazai who provoked Chuya first and Chuya later, but in the end it was Chuya himself who was so angry...

"right here."

Miss Rimbaud stood outside a short-term rental apartment with a low-key appearance, holding two cubs in each hand who were separated and "fighted" together—the main one was provoked by Dazai, who was beaten, and quickly retaliated in a fit of anger, and it didn't take long. Time Dazai provokes again...almost the cycle.

These two cubs...have completely incompatible personalities, but somehow give people the illusion that "they can become friends who appreciate each other".

Absolutely an illusion!

Without the presence of the Akutagawa brothers and sisters, Nakaya's prudent "eldest son" aura instantly faded away, and Xiao Bao's temper looked exactly like Rimbaud's.

Miss Killer maintained this "one in each hand" posture and carried the two cubs to the front desk of the apartment to ask for a room.The one-eyed, hunchbacked old man who was in charge of distributing the keys took a look at her, consciously took out the things she asked for, and sent the guests to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

"There is hot water in the morning and evening, and the key is on the table."

After finishing speaking, the old man turned around and left, completely uninterested in the secrets of the "father and son" - too curious to live long.

Rimbaud watched the old man go out, let go and threw the two cubs into the farthest corner in a straight line, went up to close the door and inspected the door panel, and conveniently opened a hole above the keyhole pretending to be a discarded doorknob.

Zhong also knows that this is a small trick used to observe visitors.

She walked around the house again, and got a lot of things like double-sided mirrors and pinhole cameras, all of which were taken down and put in bags and put outside the door.

——Although he is not easy to speak, he always maintains a distant politeness and politeness.

"You two, each in a room, and I'll sleep in the living room. If you let me hear any noise, lock them up!"

As soon as the words were finished, he jumped up and chose a random room to rush in, apparently terrified of being locked up.Osamu Dazai smiled slowly and said goodbye to the long-haired woman: "Good night, Miss Rimbaud."

……

Rimbaud opened his eyes and sat up from the sofa when the first ray of light appeared in the sky. Half an hour later, Chuya opened the door and walked out. Finally, Osamu Dazai, who had to stay in bed every day, was there.

The child seemed to have not slept for a long time, and fell unconscious when he touched the bed board, and he had to be thrown off the quilt every time before he would get up.

"Walk."

She got up and brought up the box that she had to stuff into the warp last night to free her hands, satisfied that the two cubs were at least not fighting under her nose.

She can pretend that what's going on behind her back doesn't exist...

Putting on their hats, the three of them left this place.Miss Rimbaud led the two children to turn left and right, and stopped suddenly at a certain intersection, raising her arm with one hand to block the air, the light golden cube pressed a black thing against the concrete wall, and it vibrated slightly Only a puff of black smoke remained.At the same time, a barrier lit up in front of her, and a warhead was smashed into the subspace by a large-caliber bullet deliberately chiseled into a cross. It is conceivable that the target who was hit in the vital part of the body would definitely die extremely painfully.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is really... hospitality."

The black-haired boy tilted his head and showed an incomparably bright smile, and the sniper who saw this smile through the scope shuddered... huh?What about the short boy with orange hair next to Lan Tang?Ran?

"Where are you looking!"

The last scene he saw was the soles of the boy's shoes, and then he was stepped on the ground, and it probably won't get better.

This kind of miscellaneous fish is left for the cubs to play, so as to save energy and useless and make noise and fight so that the ears of the "old man" can't be clean.

Until Sakunosuke Oda drove to the scene to support, the last survivor was played by Osamu Dazai until he had a mental breakdown and lost his eyesight.The black-haired boy straightened his waist and clapped his hands: "Oh, it's GSS, Mr. Lan Tang's acquaintance?"

Familiarity is indeed very familiar. Rimbaud has been ordered to pinch each other in eight out of ten arms deals, but this is not the reason for the whereabouts of PortMafia officials to be leaked.

The outside world follows the principle of secrecy, and not all personal information among members of the organization is open and transparent, and other organizations have no way of knowing it.

But GSS just knew Rimbaud's whereabouts.

Either the ghost, or the opponent has a tracking ability, or both.

Rimbaud's course of action is mostly decided temporarily, and intelligence support alone cannot be so accurate.

Unless Ozaki Momiji did it, but Mori Ogai would not allow this to happen - he needed Rimbaud's force, and Miss Momiji had no motive to do so.

Therefore, there is only one truth, Murata-kun, the culprit is decided to be you!

It's hard to find three-legged employees, but is it hard to recruit two-legged employees?PortMafia posted a recruitment notice today, and those who come to interview tomorrow will be able to line up from the port all the way to the Yokohama Future Ferris Wheel.

Anyway, the purpose of Murata is to stay to appease the middle-level Jagged faction. When enough fresh blood is replenished, these outdated seniors will all have to be laid off with severance pay.

If you don’t want to be cannon fodder and be pushed into the battlefield, you’d better be obedient and leave. PortMafia is a lifelong enterprise that can make people really live and die.

This day is the first working day of the new leader. Although it is not as dangerous as holding a meeting of the five major cadres, the importance does not need to be described too much.

All the cadres were present, and this time Mr. Lantang followed three people, completely making up for the regret that no one was available last time.

The first big event is the funeral of the old leader. Everyone has to express their feelings of nostalgia and sadness, and it is also a major test of acting skills.

"Why hasn't the one in charge of the smuggling business come?"

"Is there any objection to the will?"

"I think I have a problem with Dr. Sen..."

"Yesterday, I felt that his face was not right."

Time gradually approached the bottom line, and one of the cadres who should have been present was missing.