[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

I looked at the dark room in front of me.

To be honest, I think André Gide's taste is really not very good. The room is pitch-black with only black curtains and urns covered with black gauze.

He actually slept here.

Every time a few members of mimic go out to perform the tasks I give, there will be a few more jars of ashes here.

Gide likes to read books, especially the Bible. He turned it over and over until the paper became soft and yellow, but I also knew that he would not change it for a new one.

Today, only half of Mimic is left, and half of them are sleeping peacefully in this room, waiting for the day when they return to their hometown.

No matter how many people die, André Gide must be the last.

Foreseeing the future a few seconds later, and making choices that are beneficial to oneself, this ability is indeed very powerful.

"Aren't you considering going out for a walk?" I asked him.

He raised his head from the rows of urns, then shook his head silently, then turned his head to look at his former comrades-in-arms.

"I want to be alone for a while."

You have been silent for a long time.I want to complain about him, but I think it's good for him to maintain this state, at least it's more handy to use——

"Come out," I said to him, "this is an order."

He looked up at me, then stood up and walked over to me in a soldierly manner.

I glanced at him, "Do you really think this way of communication is good?"

"..." Gide stood upright, "It is my nature to obey orders."

I let out a long sigh.

In the entire Vengley, he is the only one who gives me the most headaches. It’s not that I’m the kind of person who can’t do it after boasting. In theory, it’s possible that he will be the only one left in the whole mimic—it will be completed by then. The task must be very difficult - it is only a matter of time.

It was this person who pursued "freedom" too much.

Although I also think that living is boring, but he is different from me.

I never persuaded him to look for the will to live, I think it is disrespectful to him.

"If you feel that life is boring, have you tried to court this world?" He asked me suddenly.

I raised my head from the black tea cup and stared at him indifferently, "I don't think you can chat awkwardly if you don't know how to chat, it's very unfavorable." I took a sip of black tea and motioned him to put the materials on the coffee table The bag opened, and he set his sights on the information bag, then picked it up and tossed it into the shredder aside.

I looked at him blankly.

Gide also looked at me blankly.

"I don't need to know," he said.

"That's your activity expenses for next month and the appeasement money for your family."

"..."

"What do you think it is?"

"..."

I watched his tense face, his face getting worse and worse, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, "Pfft... just kidding." I covered my eyes, "Hahahahahaha, how could I put such an important thing on the table? Hahahahahahaha in the information bag—”

I separated my fingers slightly, and I saw Gide trying to control his facial expression. I thought his hands must be itchy, and he wanted to take out the gun and give me a peanut.

After about a century, he finally regained his psychological balance.

"You need to change this bad taste, or you will be beaten sooner or later." He said.

"It's okay, anyway, those who can beat me can ask for me, and those who can't beat me have no guts to hit me." I blew on the petals floating in the cup, and took out a bank card from my pocket, "The pacification fee is here ,” I threw it to him, “hand it over to the family members as soon as possible, and if you don’t have family members, you can keep it and buy a piece of land in your hometown.”

He caught the bank card, with the PIN on the back.

"If it's okay, I won't keep you." I crossed my fingers and put my hands on my knees.

When he walked to the door, I held back for a long time and still couldn't hold back, "Andre."

He stopped.

"There are a thousand ways for a person like me to get what he wants - but sadly, none of those ten thousand ways can be called 'court'... grab , scheming, playing with, it can also be destruction, trap, blasphemy - only it is not 'court'... clumsy 'court' will not get a response." I braced my face, "not clumsy methods... just It's not 'courting'."

Andre Gide put his hand on the door, and finally closed the door without saying a word.

—I know what he swallowed.

It's better not to say it, but it's a shame to say it.

"Tch." Every time this guy talks to me, I can't help being literary, it's better to deal with xanxus, give him a few test papers, can he be furious until dark.

Ah, speaking of Xanxus, since I gave him that gift last time, he has been moved for a long time—until he found that there are a bunch of useless interest classes on his schedule.

After meeting with Gide, it was time for me to meet with the capitalists of the asset company under me, and chat with them about possible future development directions, and the afternoon passed without knowing it.

Time flies every day, and I don't have time to find a blind date. If this continues, I may not be able to retire successfully before. This is not a mafia boss at all, this is a social animal of 996.

As if he thought I wasn't busy enough, that guy in Bourne came up to me while I was having dinner and asked me what "that department" was doing.

Ah... I almost forgot "that department" if he didn't mention it.

Vengley is a huge worldwide mafia family, the order of the world and a huge economy that straddles black and white—how could there be no such things as spies and spies in such a behemoth.

What fbi, cia, hostile families, nothing to do with the fence, the public security of a certain country, the Interpol... basically everything you can think of is here, and these people can form a small United Nations in Pengo Lie .

The solution is also quite simple.

I specially designated a civilian department and stuffed all these people into it.

Their minister has been undercover for Vongola for the longest time. It can be said that he has made great contributions and hard work. He has shed blood for Vongola and was injured for the ninth generation. He can fully support the intrigue of an entire department.

These guys spend every day in "that department" filming "The Legend of Zhen Huan", and they can perform scheming over a cup of coffee. I think it's too wasteful for them not to participate in Gongdou drama.

"Leave it alone." I propped my face, playing with the spaghetti on the fork in a bored manner, "I still want to trip them up when they retire, and try to step on my colleagues to enter the information of Vengley's decision-making group Everyone printed a copy and gave them a souvenir."

"What a wicked little girl." Li Baoen took a sip of face and nodded.

"Why are you eating my dinner!"

"Well, don't be so stingy."

"Ah, by the way, speaking of 'that department'." I put down my fork, "Is there a new guy here?"

Not long ago, I received information about personnel changes in "that department", saying that a newcomer from Japan came to apply for a job and joined Vengley's peripheral organization under the introduction of his predecessors.

"It seems to be." Li Baoen showed a characteristic smirk on his face.

"Hmm... Japan..." I thought about the port mafia that was said to have had a large-scale fighting incident not long ago. Mori Ogai, a lolicon barefoot doctor, finally wiped out the mob forces in Yokohama. , became the leader of the gangsters in the Yokohama area-"Dragon leader war..." Fortunately, they can call this small-scale gangster fight like that.

This Ango Sakaguchi is said to have fled to Italy because of the Dragon Head War.

At this time, it is okay to say that they are people who escaped from there, but it is difficult to say how true or false this "escape" is.

"It's Ango Sakaguchi, right?" I tapped the plate with my fingers, "Give me his information. I'm very interested in him~"

"I think it's time for you to show some energy." Li Baoen nodded.

No, I'm still not motivated.

I just wanted to find an innocent person to perish together because I couldn't find a blind date, nothing else.