I'm such a big son

In the end, Ryunosuke Akutagawa was dragged all the way to Dr. Mori's clinic by Miss Rimbaud like a kitten.

Today, the dilapidated clinic located in an old brick building has no business, and there is a serious samurai holding a knife besides Yin sitting in it.

To be honest, there are not many people who still insist on wearing the traditional costumes of the island country these days.The war that just ended destroyed a lot of things, and people rebuilt a lot of things on the ruins. During this period, many traditions were inevitably lost, so as to make room for those foreign fashions.

Rimbaud walked all the way in with Akutagawa, and Dr. Sen was sitting at the desk, biting his pencil buttocks and frowning.The serious and dignified white-haired warrior stood up from the box serving as a seat and nodded when she saw someone coming in. She walked over by herself and threw the boy in her hand onto the makeshift hospital bed.

"This kid is no match for fighting with others, and his internal organs are probably broken."

"I'm fine!"

Ryunosuke immediately retorted, and then received a crisp sound on the back of his head.

Rimbaud withdrew his hand to suppress the bear boy.

"Shut up, it's so noisy."

"Hmm, let me see."

Dr. Sen threw away the pencil that had been bitten beyond recognition, and took out a stethoscope from his pocket and approached it.Ryunosuke tried to resist but was flattened on the bed by another pair of soft but completely unshakable little hands.

"Do not move."

It was a blond girl in a nurse's tutu--not so much a nurse's tutu as some strange imitation of a costume.After all, in theory, such a young child cannot be a nurse...

"Thank you, Alice."

The cold metal receiver was stuffed into his clothes, and the doctor listened carefully with earplugs.

"Well... well... there is a little bleeding in the lungs, but other places are still healthy."

He put away the stethoscope, and the little nurse let go at the same time. The boy almost jumped up and hid in the corner like a cat whose fur was petted upside down.

"Little boy."

He scolded with a smile, picked up a pencil, tore a piece of paper and wrote quickly: "Take some anti-inflammatory drugs, as long as you don't get infected, stay in bed, and you'll be fine in a few days."

Sounds like a quack who treats his patients casually.

"Consultation money."

Rimbaud went to the medicine cabinet by himself and opened the glass door to find what he needed according to the note, then took out a bill from his pocket and put it on the table, "The rest is just thank you for taking care of Yin."

"I thought it was the leader's job to take care of his subordinates' families..."

"Thank you for keeping the value of the goods intact, and, now you are not my boss, Doctor Sen."

The woman almost yawned, "Ryunosuke, Gin, let's go."

"Don't be so heartless..."

Mori Ogai leaned on the desk and ran down the little nurse's blond hair with one hand: "I think, for better cooperation in the future, we should be more open and honest, Lantang-kun."

"This child is my humanoid supernatural life form. The name of the supernatural ability is too abrupt for a lady so I won't mention it..."

The man's purple eyes were shining brightly, and he was inexplicably coquettish.

Rimbaud complained in a low voice, "Trouble", and flattened his right hand, a light golden cube appeared in the palm of his hand: "Dimensional power."

The samurai who sat on the box and was ignored for a long time looked up at the ability in Rimbaud's hand, and Dr. Sen added thoughtfully: "That silent guy with fierce eyes is my temporary partner, maybe there will be more in the future." What an intersection."

Only then did Rimbaud observe him carefully.

He was unexpectedly tall, with silver hair and a serious expression.Dressed in a traditional men's kimono with a haori.The only thing that makes people feel funny is that he actually hangs a bright green scarf with a circle pattern around his neck.

The original dignified style of painting was completely destroyed by this cute scarf, which made the samurai a little more dull.

Seeing the other party staring at his scarf, the silver-haired warrior coughed and looked away: "The children at home are naughty."

Rimbaud immediately looked at Ryunosuke Akutagawa with dissatisfaction—look at other people's children!At least you know how to prepare a scarf for the head of the family, how about you! ?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke snorted, bowing his head and thinking about his hometown.

"Fukuzawa Yukichi, supernatural powers cannot be created by superiors."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was too honest to report his family background.

The lady in front of him who obviously came from a foreign land was not quite the same as any woman he had ever seen, had contact with, or in other words, any woman in the country.

She does not see a series of adjectives such as "gentleness", "tameness", "softness", "humbleness" and "submission" that are praised as beautiful qualities of women.

She is a cold, tired, and indifferent traveler. Although she is standing here with an elegant demeanor, she may turn around and leave in the next second without looking back.

A siren is as dangerous as a hermit witch in the depths of a swamp.

This is a strong man who is too lazy to be seen by others.

"Jean Landon, a collection of colored paintings."

Rimbaud managed to maintain the most basic demeanor, and nodded to introduce the alias to the samurai.

Mori Ogai put his palms together and clapped, feeling very happy.

"Great, my future important subordinate is really a kind and considerate person."

"Mr. Lantang, would you like to do me a favor—pretend to be hunted down by His Highness Fuzawa until you sneak into PortMafia. No matter what your position is, I just need you to sneak in first."

Force myself to ignore the disgusting adjective "cute".

Rimbaud: "...Understood, when will it start?"

When to start work and when to start calculating wages, no one should think about defaulting on the debt.

"Well... it's best to start from this clinic..." Mori Ogai smiled innocently, "The government's strongest assassin, the lone swordsman 'Silver Wolf', found the whereabouts of the killer 'Zuizhou' on Raibo Street, Tracking and trying to kill alone is logically correct."

"I need to have supporters inside PortMafia ahead of time, my, 'White Queen'."

He said it politely, but he didn't accept any answer other than that he couldn't do it.

"……Um."

Rimbaud responded indiscriminately, not wanting to waste his brain cells trying to figure out how Mori Ogai recognized her code name.

In other words, she would be surprised that this excellent informant couldn't do it.

The woman went to the mirror and lowered her hair a little, lowering her head slightly to reveal only her thin red lips, and her gender immediately became blurred.Even if she is still wearing a long skirt, passers-by will probably think that it is just a failed cross-dressing.

"Wonderful."

The unscrupulous doctor applauded again: "These two children will stay in the clinic. The 'Silver Wolf' hunt is a real hunt."

He picked up the bill on the table.

"Mr. Lan Tang paid enough to feed them for 25 days."

In other words, within 25 days, she successfully got rid of the hunt and sneaked into PortMafia. Mori Ogai promised to take good care of the Akutagawa brothers and sisters so that they would not be in danger.If Rimbaud died under the sword of the silver wolf or the mission failed, it might be uncertain whether the "collateral" would still be intact.

Rimbaud glanced sideways, and Dr. Sen held the money and waved it with a smile to show that he did what he said.The woman tousled her hair again, and walked to the intended pursuer.

None of the three men, two, one, and one, was able to react. She had already reached out and grabbed the front of Mr. Fukuzawa's kimono, and pressed the unfortunate honest man on the seat. She bent down and bit the corner of the other's lips.

"It tastes good, Mr. Swordsman."

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't understand what had just happened until the mint and very faint tobacco smell faded away—he seemed to be frivolous by a strange foreign woman who was only seen today and would be hunted down for 25 days.

Rimbaud took advantage and turned around to leave. The moment he walked out of the clinic gate, he even stopped and raised his eyebrows at someone.

Totally provocative.

"Bullshit!"

The sound of the saber being unsheathed was accompanied by a bit of embarrassment. The swordsman in kimono rushed out aggressively with the sword in his hands, and there was a bit of gnashing of teeth to kill and then quickly.

Seeing that the prelude to the wonderful performance had begun, Mori Ogai closed his eyes and smiled at Gin, who was already sluggish: "Miss Rimbaud is really a charming and fascinating lady. Um...you are too young, don't learn."

Akutagawa brothers and sisters: "...hehe."

as long as you are happy.

Rimbaud didn't use his abilities.

If she had used a coloring book, the chase that Mori Ogai spent about 10 minutes "carefully" planning would have been reduced to a boring and lengthy disappointment.

The woman stood on the light golden cube and was suspended in mid-air. As she stepped back, new powers emerged from her palms and smashed towards the silver-haired man who drew his sword and chased him out.

The other party raised his breath and swung his knife, instantly cutting off the block of space she released on the spot. Rimbaud whistled softly to show respect, and ran away in the next second.

Theoretically speaking, because of the innate physical differences between men and women, it is difficult for women to surpass men in the field of speed under the same conditions.To put it simply, it is easier to be caught up if you run slower.

But the current situation is an exception.

Miss Rimbaud is an outstanding professional killer, no matter when and where, she will give priority to determining the hiding or escape route where she is.

She strode forward like a slippery fish, rushing left and right in the alleys of Radium Bowl Street, releasing supernatural powers to harass her from time to time. Seeing that the honest swordsman was about to catch up, she had to find a way to slow down and wait for him .

The two chased and fled like this, and walked around Rabo Street for two or three days before leaving the scope of the Yokohama Concession, moving in the direction of the port in a detour.

——"'Drunk Boat' was forced to appear on the street by 'Silver Wolf', and is currently being hunted down by him."

Such a news was leaked from an unknown underground black doctor. Organizations that had wanted to recruit 'Drunk Boat' before all became interested and opened their eyes to this very interesting "hide and seek" - if 'Drunk Boat' "Can escape the pursuit of 'Silver Wolf', there is no doubt that this strong man deserves to be invited with the highest treatment; even if he barely fights with 'Silver Wolf', his force value is far superior to most of the underworld cadres; of course, if' Zuizhou' died under the sword of 'Silver Wolf', everyone can enjoy some sideshows as if they were in the battle for territory.

In short, no one will suffer except the professional killer 'Drunken Boat'.

The current head of PortMafia thinks so too.

He is old, and he was single-handedly promoted. Now that the cadres of R&F and Qiang have changed from being ministers to beings who can't sleep at night, he is eager to get some fresh strength that can only be relied on him so as to contain those who keep him day and night. Restless young man.

"You guys, who are going to try this 'Drunken Boat'. The organization needs fresh blood... I don't want to hear voices in Yokohama that are inconsistent with PortMafia, and the site should also expand. Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough

The dying old man sat on a large chair and looked down at the black mass of heads below. No one dared to look directly into his eyes. The corners of the old man's mouth curled up in satisfaction.

That's it, what he wants is obedient subordinates, not the threat of wolf ambition.