I'm such a big son

Probably... It's too late to resign and go to PortMafia, because Mr. Lan Tang, who is in charge of logistics, has already picked up the materials and left.

The last interview opportunity for self-recommendation was wasted like this...

Rimbaud returned to the port with the information bag of "Sen Club". After nailing the name of the club on the lobby of the first floor of the building where the chief's office is located, he called a group of low-level members together, and repeated several times.

The lower-level members are all scattered soldiers without clear affiliation, basically they can barely be regarded as logistics... They are all bricks, where they need to be moved.Killing or arson (although probably impossible), abduction or smuggling, corpse collection or debt collection, everything is up to you.

Except for those whose IQ is only enough to collect protection fees and guard the gate, Rimbaud pulled out three new subordinates who graduated from high school with great sadness—probably... the kind who can settle accounts, and if they can't, they will be thrown into Tokyo Mr. Lan Tang, who is so irritable that he wants to demolish the Fish Feed Bar, has a very low air pressure today.

There was a wave of unrest and another wave, and the account hadn't been figured out how to settle it, and the immediate boss dumped a pot on her——

Mr. Sen wants to pay social security for everyone!Sign up now!If you don't sign up, you won't be paid if you don't have this person!If you want to sign up, go to Mr. Lan Tang quickly, the boss will only pay the money at the end...

Anyway, it is using the small treasury left by the ancestors, it must not be enough to buy arms, should I give you some red envelopes... Mr. Sen said it was true.

Other colleagues: This Lan Tang!Unfathomable, in the name of paying social security, we found out the situation of our subordinates clearly, and someone found out all our family background...

After all, social welfare is the oil and water of the state, and if you don’t use it for nothing, you don’t dare to go to the hospital if you are injured or sick without medical insurance.If you don't sign up for your subordinates, and you can't bear all the expenses for everyone, why should your subordinates follow you?It's not like 200 years ago when retainers were loyal and loyal, everyone wanted to eat just right!

So, Miss Lan Tang, who originally wanted to make it easier for her to receive her pension in the future, and find some hardworking people so she could be lazy, suddenly found that her popularity had deteriorated.Except for Guangjin Liulang and Miss Hongye who have not changed, no one calls her out for a drink... Although the ears are quite clean, but what does it mean when you always look at this person with "this person is so scary and has a city"!

This incident, which unintentionally achieved the effect of killing two birds with one stone, soon missed the "three kills", and blasted out a certain cadre who had left Rimbaud to Osamu Dazai for a long time and remained indifferent.

"Mr. Lantang, you didn't say hello to everyone when you came here so suddenly, it's too unethical."

Murata was very unhappy.

Whether it is a casino or a brothel, a lot of people are always used, and it is also the best place to hide the number of people.However, recently, even the thugs and "ladies" have said that they are members of PortMafia and should enjoy this wave of social insurance benefits, hoping that the boss can report their names and head counts for themselves... This makes Murata very upset.

With a few confidants, he pushed open the door of Rimbaud's office and rushed in to ask for an explanation, just as "Mr. Lan Tang" was in a bad mood and was overwhelmed by official documents.The lady, who was thinking about how to strike, saw a cruel smile on the prey she sent to her door: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"You bastard!"

Murata didn't know what was going on with him. Someone behind him handed over a gun at the right time. As soon as he snatched it in his mind, he pulled the bolt of the gun and shot at the long-haired "man" opposite him several times.

Pale golden ripples spread, and the bullets clanged to the ground.

"Corrects are not allowed to fight privately, but they can fight back. Murata-kun, the boss's office is upstairs. What are you trying to do with my gun at my last guard point?"

Before Murata opened his mouth to yell, the golden cube rushed towards his face, imprisoning the wretched man with his head down, and walked into the elevator as he floated all the way.

Rimbaud: I'm not stupid. If you kill this guy now, you'll have to deduct your wages. Let's leave it to Mori Ogai. I'm going on strike!

Before Murata knew the situation, he was transferred to Miss Hongye's special reception room because of "private incidents and intentions to assassinate the leader". Originally, he was sure that PortMafia would never dare to give up an important member like himself who could earn money... But the reality is The black-haired boy he "tricked" had already dug out all of Murata's private treasury, and set a fire to burn all the medicines in the smuggling warehouse at the port when he fled.

Mr. Mori applauded and sent Mr. Lantang back out of the rivers and lakes, but all the drug lords who jumped out and asked PortMafia to compensate for the loss all received a hell train notice within a day, and Rimbaud, who was exhausted, returned to the office Suddenly reacted: Wait, isn't Lao Tzu a logistician?There is also the matter of anti-drug and drug disposal has nothing to do with me, right? I am a bad person!

The black-haired teenager Dazai Osamu, who had enjoyed the game and sneaked back, slumped on the carpet in the reading area reading novels and eating biscuits, quietly watched her lying on the desk emitting black mist, and turned his face away to pretend that he didn't exist.

Some people are born with intelligence and insight into people's hearts, while others have rich life experience, which tells her how to deal with all kinds of troubles...Miss Rimbaud is obviously the latter.But no matter what kind it is, Osamu Dazai doesn't intend to anger the ceiling of combat power that is on the verge of breaking out.

"Mr. Lan Tang, the boss has heard that there is a guy who sells children and needs you to chase after him, and he has some contacts with Murata."

Oda Sakunosuke knocked on the door and appeared, and the boy who was hiding in the corner and trying to shrink his sense of existence let out a sharp breath, saved!

If there are other tasks, Rimbaud will definitely throw it back on Mori Ogai's face and continue to strike, but the abducted cubs...

The underside of the long black coat fluttered in a chic arc and disappeared outside the door. Osamu Dazai put down the novel covering his face as a cover: "Huh... Fortunately, Odasaku you came in time, otherwise I will definitely be beaten, Mr. Rantang It really hurts so much!"

Oda Sakunosuke held back the phrase "If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple", and silently poured him a glass of water.

Drink, eat and drink enough, and then you have to face sanctions.

Miss Rimbaud will not be angry because Dazai went to Murata's place to make trouble, but other things-

All the painkillers stockpiled at home were suddenly consumed. No one has been injured recently. You are the only one who will unlock the door. I can’t think of a reasonable reason... One meal is not enough, so let’s take a few more.

Rimbaud resisted the idea of ​​beating the bear boy to death in the office, and walked out of the port building as fiercely as if he wanted to wipe out all the people, driving the human-trafficking gangs all over Yokohama.

All the minions broke their legs with a bullet and threw them at the gate of the police station. The core members lost their lives, and the leader was driven into a remote orphanage in a panic.

——Here is an early partner who used to be a partner in the killer business with him, but at the beginning, several of them were not skilled enough in the industry and almost starved to death. Then the sword took the slant and sold the child.

No matter what, I can't live with children...

The guy who hid in the orphanage panicked and defected to his former partner, rushing all the way into the prison-like basement, just as the dean was busy "educating" a white-haired child.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hide and hide, or do you have a back door here? I'm being hunted by a PortMafia..."

The dean impatiently pointed to the direction of the back door: "Go, don't come to me again."

Although he abused these orphans, he did not regard them as goods.You must know that those children who were sold were not bought by some well-meaning people. They either entered the laboratory or went to the slaughterhouse to strip their organs.

It's good to be alive, to be alive.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a partner in the past, he would definitely kill this guy himself.

The man went straight to the back door without saying a word.As long as he hides in the forest, he won't be able to find Lan Tang for a while and will naturally give up searching. Isn't he tired?

Just when he thought he could finally get rid of the pursuit, the bullet grazed his cheek and embedded himself in the wall, and the man in black seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

He turned his head and ran back, followed by the sound of footsteps hitting the floor behind him.

Short of breath due to nervousness and panic, the man fled back into the basement and knocked over the director of the orphanage, snatched the kid who was still lying on the ground crying hoarsely, grabbed his neck and continued to flee.

I heard that Lan Tang doesn't kill women and children, so using this little thing as a shield might be able to block it.

He broke into a corridor with the child, the light blue of the dawn rubbed the pattern of the stained glass on the floor, the bullet shattered the glass and hit his feet, the leader of the trafficker gang was caught again by the hunter who was in a bad mood.

"You, you, you, you...don't come in! Otherwise, I'll kill this brat!"

"Get out of here! Otherwise, I will kill you and this brat together!"

The child who was pushed out and unfortunately became a hostage: ...

Did I do something wrong?

Ten-year-old Atsushi Nakajima feels that his life will probably come to an end today.

嘤

I don't know if I can have a full meal in hell.

The director of the orphanage is a man with a strange mushroom head, and the deep nasolabial folds on his cheeks make him very difficult to speak.At this time, this man was standing under the tall window full of religious color, with a strange expression on his face.

The ambivalent mix of pity and indifference makes for a hideous look.

Rimbaud did not spend too much energy on this man who could not tell whether he was an accomplice or a victim.There was an iron wedge embedded in the foot of the child who was held hostage by the throat, and it must not have been pierced by the child himself when he was naughty.

And the back of the dean's hand happened to be stained with scarlet.

She slowly pulled the safety catch, and the sound of the gun's metal hitting was heard far away.

"You, you can't... Lan Tang doesn't kill women and children, don't scare me!"

The prey clutched the neck of the child in its arms, and the poor little thing was almost out of breath.

"useless."

Rimbaud straightened his arms, aiming the gun between the little boy's eyebrows without the slightest hesitation.

"I'm not a cop and I have to think about rescuing the hostages."