I'm such a big son

Rimbaud is of course willing to drink afternoon tea and fish for fish, but after Mori Ogai reads the information, he probably won't let her continue to fish.

Sure enough, the first gentleman put down the information and smiled wryly: "The problem that even Mr. Lan Tang can figure out, but some people will be confused by the interests. If I didn't get this information in advance, I'm afraid even I can't help being moved, after all That's 5000 billion!"

Rimbaud, who was distracted while listening to him, said, "Um...huh?"

What is "even Mr. Lantang can figure it out"?

Boss, what do you think of my IQ? !

"Ahahahaha, it's just a joke, don't worry about it."

Mori Ogai put down the report in his hand: "If this is the case, I probably know what to do next. If there is no accident, PortMafia will stand at the top of the world in Yokohama by this time next year. I must thank you for everything , Miss Rimbaud."

"Even if it is from a personal point of view, I should thank you. Then, Miss Rimbaud, maybe you would like to... well, go out for afternoon tea together? Go now, or I don't think you will have this next time." Time and mood to consider afternoon tea."

He smiled innocently and purely, and the blond girl leaned on a corner of the desk while tilting her head to look at it, giving no room for rejection.

"Afternoon tea? With you? Going out?"

Rimbaud raised his eyes: "The two of us, together?"

Mori Ogai didn't seem to notice the playfulness in her voice at all: "That's right, I completely trust Miss Rimbaud's skill, and she will never let me get hurt in the slightest. Let's go~"

The leader wants to go out, and no one can restrict his freedom of movement—even if he wants to, he can't. At present, there are three people who are most lazy and fishy in PortMafia, and they all stay in this building.From the lobby on the first floor to the corridor on the top floor, everyone is armed with live ammunition and surveillance cameras are everywhere. Under such strict security, the number of Alice's skirts is still inexplicably increasing. Mr. Lantang's office can only see his subordinates and a certain person forever. The whereabouts of a black-haired boy have always been mysterious, and these are enough to explain the problem... ＿(:з"∠)＿

Afternoon tea before overtime, Rimbaud drank it with a clear conscience.In particular, the person who pays the bill is not me, even if Mori Ogai is sitting across the table... well, this person is not annoying enough to make the dessert tasteless, it's okay, it's okay.She turned around and opened the door to walk in front. The two big ones and one young one just sneaked out of the headquarters building openly and skipped work.

Alice grabbed Rimbaud's coat sleeves and stuck to her side, refusing to let go, the long-haired woman smiled and indulged her petty temper, the two ladies, one big and one small, were laughing and joking, and immediately forgot about the unscrupulous boss back.

"For afternoon tea, there is a shop that is very suitable for you, and Alice also likes the desserts there very much. Usually, Guangjin arranges people to buy them back. This is the first time I go to the shop to try. Becoming the leader of the organization also means becoming the leader of the organization. As a slave to the organization, I can't do whatever I want like before."

He took the initiative to go to the outermost side, and silently squeezed Rimbaud from the position close to the center line to the edge. Alice jumped up and down on the narrow sidewalk, as happy as a butterfly passing through a sea of ​​flowers.

The normal and reasonable order should be that Mr. Mori walks in the innermost place and is protected by his own humanoid supernatural beings and cadres, but as a man, he still chooses a dangerous but psychologically satisfying position.

The dessert shop is not far from the port, and half an hour's walk is enough to reach it.Wearing a doctor's white coat, Mori Ogai insisted on finding the way to the afternoon tea by himself, so he stupidly turned his phone screen upside down to check all the buildings along the way, sweating profusely.

Several times, Rimbaud felt a little impatient and wanted to knock this troublesome guy unconscious and drag him back to the port. If it wasn't for Alice's coquettish distraction, she might have turned her idea into action.

"Have you not found it yet, Boss?"

"No, it should be around here...how can I not find it?" Mori Ogai looked up at her pitifully, like a down-and-out uncle of the grass-eating family: "It's fine if you don't call your name in the club, you don't have to." Call it an occupation, Miss Rimbaud."

Rimbaud took a deep breath: "Okay, Mr. Sen, do you need some help from me?"

The middle-aged uncle's face was wrinkled together, and he looked even weaker: "Honey, please believe that I can really find it by myself..."

"Rin Taro is an idiot~" Alice threw a knife at the right time and complained, making passers-by smile knowingly.

10 minutes... another 10 minutes... another 10 minutes...

Mori Ogai: "Give me another 10 minutes! It only takes 10 minutes! One last time, really!"

Rimbaud: "Mr. Sen, please give me the communication tool in your hand."

The long-haired lady was on the verge of eruption, with her slender palm spread out in front of Sen Ou - even in the PortMafia building at this moment, no one would try to disobey the will of this lady cadre.

The decadent uncle obediently handed in his mobile phone: "Hey..."

She glanced down at the electronic map, then looked up at the street again, took a big one and a small one behind her and turned around - "I found it!"

Looking up at the facade of "Heavy Metal Death Gothic" that he had passed by countless times just now, Sen Owai decided to fire the guy who was talking nonsense in the gambling forum after returning.

What does it mean to have a good location and a unique decoration? !Are you blind?

Miss Rimbaud looked up at the dilapidated black gauze, withered roses, and skeletons with a high degree of fidelity as decorations in the store, raised her eyebrows and whistled long: "I can't see that you are quite childlike."

Mr. Mori looked at the decoration style of the suspected murder scene all over the floor, and deeply doubted what kind of murderous existence the "children" defined by Ms. Cadre were.

Two customers who were obviously older than the average age appeared at the door. For a while, the clerk who greeted them thought they were the parents who came to catch the children who played truant.After figuring out that the two were planning to take the child (Alice) to eat, the waiter wearing a white sheet and pretending to be a ghost smiled and took them into the most hidden corner.

——Probably means "don't bother the young people".

Fortunately, although the decoration style of this store is not good to evaluate, the snacks and tea are really good. After the waiters pretending to be all kinds of Western monsters filled the table, Alice picked up her special tableware and started: "Alice is going to start eating !"

Mr. Sen glanced at the mousse cake made of eyeballs in front of Miss Rimbaud. Without fear, Rimbaud poked one with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed and ate it.

...Suddenly feel a little pain in the eyes...

"That..." Mr. Chief tried to find something to say, and the ruthless lady who ate another eyeball gave him a "?"

"Pretty realistic... right? I don't know what kind of mentality the chef has in making it..."

"Well, ask Oda to come over tomorrow and ask, this kind of talent is very suitable to work under Miss Hongye."

"..."

I don't want to continue chatting with you about work, do I?Why haven't I seen you so dedicated? !

Rimbaud really thought the mousse in the shape of eyeballs was too interesting, and he didn't know what kind of dye was used to make these colorful eyeballs come alive, even the red bloodshot inlaid in the white part was almost real.She put down her fork and took a sip of her black tea, feeling suddenly: "Dazai should like this store very much!"

At this moment, Mr. Sen only felt that he needed a quick-acting heart-rescue pill—he seemed to understand who had brought this store into his sight.

"Great if you like it." Finally he heard himself choke out the words.

Alice fell asleep after eating all the candy cottage cakes in front of her. Mori Ogai got up and hugged the blond girl and carefully adjusted her posture to make her sleep more comfortably. The heart-shaped cake remained unmoved.

As soon as they walked out of the dessert shop, flames and loud noises erupted at the corner of the street not far away. Rimbaud raised his hand to expand part of the subspace, and the somewhat familiar bullets lost their speed and clanged to the ground.

"It's 'Dirty Harry', an enhanced ammunition that only the military will be equipped with. I don't know why a lot of it has been on the market recently. I suggest you return to the office as soon as possible, and don't act alone during this time. Your time for airing is over, BOSS."

As if responding to what he said at the beginning, "Being the leader of the organization means becoming a slave to the organization", Rimbaud helped the plush earmuffs: "Come with me."

She has a good sense of direction and a strong sense of space, and the black building at the port is just a few steps away from the shooting scene.

Leave a sentence, "You can go back by yourself, right? I have to turn back to the location just now to investigate and see who is making trouble on the PortMafia site." Miss Cadre threw the leader in front of the elevator in the lobby on the first floor and turned around and walked away.

Mori Ogai: "It's really a horrible failure, Alice-chan..."

Alice: "...a fiasco, Rintaro."

Not to mention how the leader circled around the blond girl begging for hugs and comfort, at least the few cadres under him were considered normal.Not long after Rimbaud left, the leader of the assassination team asked to see the boss, and after getting permission, he also brought an important piece of information.

——He has an old friend who was very well-connected in the army and now plans to change his boss. Hearing that Mr. Sen is a generous leader, this old friend is thinking of changing jobs.

The nomination certificate is half of the arsenal of the original organization, and PortMafia needs to provide security for the personal safety of him and his family.

"I met some interesting things outside today." He spread his palms, and a "Dirty Harry" lay quietly in his palms.The chief widened his eyes: "I got a batch of these bullets from a private channel some time ago, and I just distributed some of them to Mr. Lantang a few days ago, but none of us will..."

"I trust you, Dazuo-kun. Of course, I also trust Lantang-kun."

Mori Ogai smiled happily: "Landang-kun has gone to investigate the origin of these bullets, I hope you can get to know your old friend better, okay?"