Port Mafia Play House

The rapid growth of Osamu Dazai really made Mori Ogai secretly startled.

There is not much friendship between them. When Mori Ogai was a private doctor to explore Hong Kong gangsters, Osamu Dazai was just a tool man controlled by the organization. People sent it out.

Don't ask, you will regret it if you ask.

Very sorry.

Ever since Mori Ou took over Hong Kong Hei, it looked peaceful, but in fact it was crumbling behind the scenes.

There are three most important things to support an organization.

intelligence……

funds……

force……

The fact that the former leader had quit for too long, the port mafia had long been broken into countless small pieces, just waiting for the moment when the cracks appeared-like fine sand in the palm of the hand, the fragments drifted away.

Whether it's people or money, those who can run away basically run about the same, and those who don't run away are also a mixed bag. Some of the steadfast ancestors are still secretly waiting to attack him.

Therefore, these three points, except for Ozaki Momiji's support in terms of intelligence, there is nothing other than Mori Om.

To put it bluntly, the Hong Kong gangsters at that time just wanted to come up and take a bite.

So much so that in the past month, Mori Ogai could only reluctantly mobilize the little manpower available to him, even the part-time Nakahara Nakata, running around, tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, to deal with those who took advantage of it. Hyena rats wanting a piece of the pie.

Until the arrival of the members of the group, under Mori Ogai's intentional or unintentional instigation, the Yokohama underground world stirred up muddy waters.

The 5000 billion diverted their attention, and Mori Ogai was able to free up his hands a little bit to deal with the internal problems of Hong Kong gangsters, and to regain some channels and sites that belonged to Hong Kong gangsters.

His impression of Osamu Dazai was still that of the young man who was looking for death all day long.

Smart, but immature.

Workable, but uncontrollable.

So when Dazai Osamu came to the door and said he wanted to make a deal with him, Mori Ogai didn't care, just threw him to Ozaki Koyo to help clean up the garbage inside Kokuro.

By the way, let Hongye look at him and click.

But the result surprised him a bit.

Although Osamu Dazai is nominally the direct subordinate of Hayakawa August, his understanding of the port mafia is much more thorough than that of August, who just joined the job.

In just one week, all the moths hiding in the dark were pulled out, those that could move but could not, and those that could be used, Osamu Dazai handed in a long list.

It seems... In the past two years as a tool man in the port mafia, he didn't just think about the perfect way to commit suicide.

Holding the list, Mori Ogai felt chills in his heart.

This person cannot be kept.

Just kidding, there is such a BUG in the barbarian's force value, and then Dazai Osamu will be used as a second "brain"?

He is still a leader!

Just change the name of this organization to Hayakawa.

Although, with the current situation of Hong Kong and Hei, the combination of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya may become the strongest blade.

This child will come to him, I'm afraid it's because of this, he can't refuse.

Mori Ogai's heart sank gradually, but a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Hey, just use it if you use it, I don't know who uses who.

A few seedlings among the superpowers sent by the group this time seem to be pretty good, maybe it's time to shovel the corner...

The slightly drunken sunlight hit the black-haired boy's face, and the iris-colored pupils were less careless and vulnerable. Although he hadn't seen him for a few weeks, he seemed more like a person living in this world.

Osamu Dazai smiled: "So, can we talk about the deal now?"

Mori Ogai put down the list in his hand, and stretched out an index finger with his right hand.

Osamu Dazai asked, "One? Ten? One hundred?"

Mori Ogai withdrew his hand, his smile became brighter, and he paused every word.

"No - Dazai-kun, I want the whole of Yokohama."

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly: "As you wish..."

I don't know when it started, the atmosphere in Yokohama gradually became tense.

The 5000 billion whose whereabouts are unknown is like a fuse that will not die. The major organizations are gearing up and facing each other, just waiting for the open flame to appear, and the scene will ignite immediately.

Osamu Dazai disappeared for another week without saying a word, Nakahara Chuya was so angry that he called August, but there was no answer there.

Central Plains Chuya:?

It seems that the whole world has lost connection in an instant.

The gravitationalist was very angry, and turned around and beat the small organization that came to find fault.

Half of the summer vacation was over in a blink of an eye. When Zhongya Nakahara came home that day, he finally saw a mackerel lying half dead on the sofa.

He was wearing a uniform that obviously didn't belong to the port mafia, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, with an expression that looked like he was about to ascend to heaven in a second.

Zhongyuan Zhongye didn't even give him a glance from the corner of his eye, and passed by very coldly, picking up the currency and finance that was on the table.

Although August has submitted a detailed plan statement to Mori Ogai regarding the direction of 5000 billion yuan, if there is any change, it needs to be handled from Nakahara Chuya, so August gave him some homework before leaving.

Zhong Yuanzhong also read a few pages - decided to send a message to ask Yoshida Haru.

He closed the book, "What have you been doing for more than a week?"

Osamu Dazai dozed off with half-closed eyes, and waved at him perfunctorily.

"You'll find out in a few days."

A few days later, several large-scale conflicts broke out in the night of Yokohama. It is said that the Takase Society learned of 5000 billion clues, and then joined hands with KK Trading Company to prepare to monopolize it. The mercenary organization GSS learned that there was another betrayal in the Takase Society. Organization, wants to join hands with GSS - the three parties are in one ball.

It was like the first domino was toppled, and the delicate balance was broken one after another. Larger organizations took advantage of the chaos to annex small organizations to accumulate strength, and small organizations held together to resist and tear each other.

The Ability Secret Service Section is going to scratch its head.

The 5000 billion pot combination has been memorized thoroughly, and the organization of supernatural beings in North America is beyond their reach, and the local movement is too wide to be enforced.

In the end, I could only make a qualified sandwich biscuit. While frantically writing reports to the higher-ups to apologize, I sent people to try to contact the group from time to time, praying that they would leave Hong Kong as soon as possible.

Where there is chaos, there will be rats.

On this day, the farming chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division went to a meeting, and was scolded again and again, saying that they were wasting money, and they couldn't control the superhumans on their territory.

In this regard, the farming chief wanted to say - you can do it!

Take off that dog-like clothes and see if you can beat filth or GSS?

These bullshit officials can't do anything but say anything!

The farming chief pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and a message came from his work computer.

It was a wanted warrant.

The name of the ability, Long Yanjian, the effect is to separate the abilities of all people with different abilities from the person within the area covered by thick fog.

His eyes stopped for an instant.

Sweeping down, at the end of the message, the signature is four words.

The rat of the dead house.

In the second half of the summer vacation, the lives of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya became more and more fulfilling.

Chaos inevitably spread to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang. Mori Ogai's employees were never polite, and the two ran from morning to night every day to deal with the endless squads of finding fault.

After being beaten several times, the number of victims grew rapidly, and the reputation of "double black" gradually came out.

Even people who are not in the dark world have heard of it.

Mr. Maeda has an unknown hobby-he has been a mafia fan since he was a child.

Fighting, fighting, that kind of intense and exciting life bathed in blood and tears is the true romance of a man!

It's a pity that at the age of 16, he threatened to run away from home and become a mafia, but his parents mixed doubles, so he had to give up this little dream with tears in his eyes.

That night, he had just had a passionate discussion with people on the forum about the superpowers and combat power index of "Double Black". He rolled his eyes in anger at the black lizard's barbaric poison, closed the webpage, and went out to a nearby convenience store to buy something to eat. of.

Mr. Maeda was standing in front of the automatic door of the convenience store with instant noodles and rice balls, but he still couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and started arguing with his friends again.

- What else does Black Lizard have besides qualifications?Who stipulates that new debuts cannot have stronger strength! ?

The door of the convenience store opened with a beep. He took a step forward and saw a reply in seconds.

-Thank you for the compliment.

?Who praised you?

Who are you?

In the next second, a call came in, and the call alert was Osamu Dazai.

Teacher Maeda was a little confused, but he still connected the phone.

"What, what, what..." The young man's youthful voice came out, "I'm sorry to disturb your web surfing, but the position of the teacher may be a little dangerous later, it's better to hide as far west as possible... "

After saying this, the phone hung up, leaving Mr. Maeda confused with the phone.

A few minutes later—a locomotive buzzed loudly, and a red light flashed across the sky.

He raised his head subconsciously, and saw a familiar figure flashing past in the air, racing along the side of the building, jumping on a motorcycle in the air, and fighting with a group of people on the roof.

Teacher Maeda: "..."

slap...

The plastic bag in my hand fell to the ground.

Teacher Maeda was flustered in the wind.

This, this, this person...

Why does it look like Chuya Nakahara from their class?

In the happy fight, the one-month summer vacation passed quickly.

At the end of the summer vacation, Osamu Dazai remembered one thing.

——His summer homework hasn't been written yet.

Zhongyuan Zhong also sent his homework to Yoshida Haru early, and gloated at him at this time: "I won't let you copy it, hahaha, you just wait until you come back in August and get scolded!"

Osamu Dazai smiled slightly: "Although Chuya's summer homework is finished, the books on finance that I let you read in August..."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

He asked warily, "What do you want to do?"

Osamu Dazai: "Don't worry Chuya, how could I harm you!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took three quick steps back.

The last time this person said something like this, it really made him miserable, okay?