I'm such a big son

First, there was news of the death of the former leader, and then a meeting of the five major cadres was held suddenly—last night, the old leader's will was widely spread throughout PortMafia.

Although it was only overnight, everyone now knows that the boss has changed.Of course, except for the middle and high-level "elites" who have a direct interest in this, no one cares about the background of the new boss. What everyone wants to know is whether the territory will expand, whether the group fight will continue, and whether the salary will increase... It's that practical.

For members at the lower level, PortMafia is a job with no educational qualifications and low entry requirements to support their families. Even sitting in an office may cause sudden death from overwork. Life here at the port is just a little exciting. Is there any problem?

Naturally no.

If you really want to say that everyone has any deep feelings for the late leader... that is impossible.

For more than a year, PortMafia's territory seems to have expanded rapidly, but there are more hidden dangers left behind.

The purge operation launched by the former leader provoked all the dark forces in this land, making enemies everywhere. The actual area under control did not increase much, but the number of downsizing reached a record high.

In this dangerous atmosphere, no amount of respect and reverence can only be worn away day by day, leaving only fear and deep-seated resentment in the end.

With this sharp contrast in front, even if Dr. Sen did nothing but order a truce, he has already gained widespread favor from the lower-level members.

——At least the current leader is not like the previous generation, who is like a mental patient suffering from persecution paranoia. He sees all opponents within his sight range as targets of elimination, and he does not require everyone to be on standby at all times and immediately dispatch to find people and fire them—— To be honest, many so-called "opponents" are as innocent as fish swimming in Tokyo Bay, and everyone knows this well.

No one wants to be an executioner, let alone the fear in other people's eyes.

It's not a pervert!

But at the moment, it is the place where the leader of the ancestors held a ceremony. If you don’t look at the face of the monk or the face of the Buddha, after today, the ancestors will completely become ancestors, and no one is afraid of the photos hanging on the wall.

Everyone at the scene tried their best to make sad expressions but not too sad, the new boss was still standing on the throne, if he was mistaken for the confidants of the previous generation and needed to be cleared, it would be very bad... Apart from Mr. Rimbaud and his party, the attendees unanimously put on the special expression of "mother-in-law's funeral", trying to meet the needs of "sad but not so sad and a little sad when you look closely".

"The time has come."

People whispered and speculated about the absence of the absent.

Standing on the stage, Mori Ogai could see the reaction of the people below clearly, his eyes stayed on the black-haired boy behind Rimbaud and frowned slightly...

It doesn't feel good to have something that seems out of bounds and out of control.

Osamu Dazai was silent the whole time, until the sound of anxious footsteps came, he lowered his head, his messy hair covered his eyes.

"!"

The visitor was trembling from head to toe, and stood in the hall incoherently: "Informant from the police station, emergency information, the body was thrown at the entrance of the Kanagawa Metropolitan Police Department early in the morning..."

Although the words were nonsensical, there was never a shortage of smart people in this world, and they basically guessed the whereabouts of the absent person.

Mori Ogai glanced at Rimbaud, the long-haired "man" was unmoved, standing there without any change, and he couldn't see what "he" was thinking.

"Don't worry, think about it before you talk."

He looked back.

It's not a big problem, and it doesn't matter if it's big, it's just that the re-employment time is brought forward.

"Yes, yes. Mr. Mori, the informant sent back news that the body of a cadre was found lying in front of the Kanagawa Metropolitan Police Department in the early morning. The identity of the cadre has not been revealed yet, but..."

Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes: "Since there is no leak, then, Lantang-kun, please come later. In any case, the members of the organization must return to the organization... I hope there will be no follow-up troubles."

Rimbaud: "...Yes, BOSS."

If it weren't for the fact that the sub-space is not willing to put so much garbage, there would be so many things. In other words, whoever worked so hard to pick up this unlucky ghost from the corpses all over the floor and sent him to the gate of the police station... mind your own business!

Miss Rimbaud, who always cared only about killing but not burying, only felt that her head was big.

In her original plan, she didn't have the opportunity to appear in the military and police, and she didn't plan to have any contact with the military and police, but now she has to go there in person-the caregiver of this colleague is currently lying in the mourning hall, and he has not yet Marriage does not have a healthy and stable girlfriend, let alone any heirs, so Miss Rimbaud's mission was completed very cleanly, and she didn't even leave a body collector.

This... is embarrassing.

The rites of the former chiefs are the same as those of all the deceased, there is no special difference.Usually, everyone's "work clothes" are black suits. You don't even need to change your clothes, and there is nothing wrong with wearing them directly.

The monks lined up in front of the spiritual seat, humming and chanting very dedicatedly, and the new boss and cadres had to sit behind them. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they had already run 1000 times in [-] meters.

After the scriptures were sung, Mori Ogai presided over the follow-up ceremony for the relatives very "kindly", until the guests dispersed, he behaved remarkable, as if he was orthodox.

The most important thing on this day is to "see off" the old leader. Only when he is completely sent to the grave can the era of newcomers show their talents officially come.

Watching the outsiders leave, the black-haired man in a long black coat moved sideways to Koyo Ozaki, and the intelligence officer in a black kimono stepped forward: "It has been verified that no information has been leaked."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Rimbaud who was still standing with his hands down: "There is also no monitoring or witnesses, so it is impossible to find out who did it..."

"Last night, I was attacked at my residence. After finishing the work overnight, I took a few cubs to transfer, and returned to the port until dawn. The whereabouts were leaked on the way, and the GSS dispatched a special task force. The detailed report will be added later."

Rimbaud briefly described what happened in the past ten hours, and looked up at Mori Ogai: "I suspect that the leak is related to Murata."

The corner of the black-haired man's mouth curled up: "Don't worry, Mr. Lantang's current job is to bring our colleagues back. As for Mr. Murata, well~"

He didn't finish the sentence, but the unfinished meaning was obvious enough.

"Then, I'll go get someone first."

Rimbaud put on his hat and resigned, followed by a couple of children, Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes: "Hongye-kun, can you check what happened to Lantang-kun?"

Koyo Ozaki bowed and retreated respectfully, and a little blonde girl appeared out of nowhere: "Hey, Rintaro, are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy, Alice~ come and congratulate me, congratulate me on becoming the leader of PortMafia, and also its slave, its victim."

……

Oda Sakunosuke drove the car to the Kanagawa Metropolitan Police Department. Rimbaud left the two boys in the car and walked into the gate of the police station with his deputy.

Speaking of which, the island country is really a miraculous country. The underworld is not only a legal organization here, but even has to pay taxes according to the regulations...

I always feel that something is wrong!

Seeing that the caregiver swaggered into the situation, Zhong also inevitably felt a little worried.The orange-haired boy lay on the car window and looked out. The black-haired boy sitting in the other corner suddenly opened his mouth and changed his frivolous tone from the previous few days: "Miss Rimbaud is really hard..."

"You know again?"

Nakaya glanced at him sideways, and Osamu Dazai laughed: "It's difficult for a single woman, and she has raised so many children, how could it not be hard work? I'm so envious."

"..."

Nakahara also blinked, Osamu Dazai could almost "see" how the gears in his brain were creaking and turning.

The corpse was done by him through the window last night. Nakahara Nakaya and Rimbaud were completely defenseless against the "family", which is really hard to imagine... She found out, but pretended that she didn't know anything.

Extravagant trust and pampering.

The boy's eyes went dark for a moment, how long can this kind of trust and indulgence last?

Not to mention what the two little guys outside were thinking, Rimbaud took Oda Sakunosuke into the Metropolitan Police Department.She also knows who to look for. For a cadre who is not on the wanted list but is well-known in the industry, he will be followed by countless eyes the first second he steps into the hall.

The young policeman in charge of registration came up tremblingly with a signature book, not knowing whether to smile or keep a straight face.Rimbaud glanced at the autograph book, squeezed the fountain pen, and finally left the name of his great-grandfather in a fluttering manner—Rimbaud, a citizen who had been included in the list of terrorists by the Dijon Parliament.

Well... for such a thing, you definitely can't leave your real name.

"I'm here for morning business."

The long-haired man's eyes wandered and his tone was erratic, his eyes seemed to be chasing something that ordinary people couldn't see.

The policeman standing opposite "him" thought that today would be the day he died in the line of duty, but this PortMafia cadre turned out to be very talkative...

"Morning, morning?"

What's up this morning?

Why hasn't the director come yet?Facing such a boss, he, he, his legs are weak!

Rimbaud reached out and patted the back of the young policeman: "Take a deep breath, relax, and slowly recall what happened in the morning."

If you want to say what happened, there is nothing more than a dead body that suddenly appeared at the door when the surveillance was interrupted. It was not in the morning when it was discovered, but around three in the morning, and it was only dawn when the inspection report came out.

At first, everyone thought it was a hacker attack, but after returning to normal, the data was checked and there was no problem.Immediately after returning to the position, the on-duty policeman found something outside the window. He went out to inquire, but the old man didn't say a word. After walking in, he realized that it was not a drunk looking for trouble, but an unknown male corpse.

What exactly does that mean?Demonstration?blame?

The forensic doctor had a "kind" exchange with the gentleman and came out with a sad face, but found no valuable evidence or clues except that the shooting caused a hemorrhage of the heart and caused death.

The little policeman immediately straightened his back and his eyes lit up: "That's what you're talking about! Got it!"

It would be great to have someone claim it!

The affairs of the other world are still resolved by the people of the other world. Sometimes the justice of the police cannot be negotiated...