Port Mafia Play House

The sky was gloomy, and the raindrops formed a curtain. Kunikida Doppo closed the black umbrella, shook off the water droplets, and put it into the umbrella stand at the door.

The office was empty, only the young man with red hair was facing the computer, typing on the keyboard from time to time.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Oda." He greeted politely, "Is the serial still being updated?"

The red-haired young man, Sakunosuke Oda, can be regarded as one of the veterans of the Armed Detective Agency. He is obviously strong in force, but he considers himself an ordinary person.

Although he is a full-time employee of the detective agency, it always gives people the feeling that the main job is writing novels, and the side job is the detective agency.

After a few years, he is now a well-known cutting-edge novelist. The annual royalties are probably several times the salary of the detective agency. Giving away expensive things makes people feel that the work of the detective agency is just a matter of interest.

All in all, it's a wonderful existence.

Odasaku nodded: "Although I still prefer to use manuscripts, computers are better for editing."

He carelessly asked: "How is it? Is your work going well today?"

Speaking of this, Kunikida was bitter.

"There is no problem with the client and the task side, but on the way, I ran into the port mafia again."

He had probably already been to the infirmary, and his body was still wrapped in bandages and gauze. Kunikida sat down, turned on the computer, and chatted while sorting out today's work report.

"That's the one, Oda-san, you know Ryunosuke Akutagawa, right? The evil dog of Mafia at the port."

Akutagawa, Oda thought silently.

It's that stubborn kid.

That year Osamu Dazai defected not long after he picked him up from the slums, but he was still brooding about it, thinking that it was his own problem, he got into a dead end and couldn't come out, no one persuaded him.

During the Chinese New Year this year, he was still drinking at home and in the middle of the night, and then the two of them shouted "I must be recognized by Mr. Dazai", and the other shouted "Recognized by a big-headed ghost, that damned traitor", arguing and arguing Almost got into a fight.

Of course, in the end, Oda Tsukuru was rewarded with a sword, and then both of them passed out.

Since middle-aged adults can drink alcohol, and more and more people come to their house to celebrate the New Year, Odasaku's research on "how to subdue alcohol-crazed supernatural powers without pain and sequelae" can basically open a new chapter. There was lecture tour of all Yokohama.

"Hmm..." he replied, "Did you meet Akutagawa?"

"Yeah..." Kunikida became irritable when he thought of it, "I really don't want to meet again."

"By the way—has the port mafia's sphere of influence expanded again? I remember that they didn't involve in human organ trafficking before."

"I have recently expanded into a new business." Oda Sakunosuke replied.

It was only in August last month that I told him that the port of Mafia was going to rectify the business of human trafficking on the black market.

The Cangwang incident two years ago involved a large number of organizations that illegally traded human organs, which seemed to have some connection with foreign intelligence agencies.

So in the past few years, the port Mafia has been actively developing the intelligence lines in North America and Europe under the protection of the combination. Now that they are almost done, they are going to take over the domestic lines in one go.

"It's okay..." Odasaku reassured him, "I believe Mafia at the port will handle it well."

Kunikida disagreed: "That's the port mafia! Yokohama's underground illegal organization that murders people without batting an eyelid. How can you believe that they will deal with it properly!"

Odasaku blinked, "However, the current capital transactions of the port Mafia basically do not rely on illegal profits, right?"

On this point, Kunikida's perception is also very subtle.

On the one hand, it is an illegal organization in the underground world, and on the other hand, it shines in the Yokohama business community. As a major taxpayer in Yokohama, it also attracts large amounts of foreign investment from time to time.

Want to manage, but dare not.

I want to take care of it, but I can't let go of the money sent in my hand.

Although the port mafia has indeed regulated many underground transactions in Yokohama, the fact that they are cruel and ruthless is very contradictory.

Kunikida thought for a long time, but didn't know what to say.

"The cadre at Port Mafia, aside from his personality, is indeed a formidable person."

With his own strength, he abruptly wiped out half of an underground organization, which can be said to be a business genius.

It's a pity that it's not a good stubble.

Kunikida was fortunate enough to meet him once during a mission. He was obviously a gentle and friendly person no matter what angle he looked at, but he could put a knife into someone's heart with a gentle smile at the moment of a sudden change.

In a sense, this is even scarier than mere ruthlessness.

"By the way..." He opened his notebook and expressed his gratitude to Sakunosuke Oda according to the schedule, "The dim sum sent by Mr. Oda's younger brother last time was delicious. As a reward, I also bought some classic Sanheshi... ...May I trouble Oda-san to pass it on for you?"

"No problem..." Oda Saku responded, closed the computer and stood up, "I'm going to the cafe downstairs for dinner, do you want to join me?"

"Okay..." Kunikida also stood up.

In the cafe downstairs, Tanizaki Naomi was pestering her brother Tanizaki Junichiro to make a noise.

"Ah, Mr. Oda and Mr. Kunikida!" Junichiro Tanigi saw Odasaku, as if he had been amnesty, "Are you coming to eat?"

"Hmm..." Oda Sakunosuke raised his hand and asked the waiter for a spicy curry. "My family is busy recently, so I don't have time to make it."

"Mr. Oda doesn't come home, it's really rare." Tanizaki sighed, "However, if I have a younger brother who cooks so deliciously, I definitely want to go home and eat every day."

Kunikida Doppo agrees very much: "Mr. Oda's younger brother is really good at craftsmanship."

Tanizaki smiled shyly: "I don't know what kind of person he is, I really want to meet him."

Oda was as immobile as a mountain: "Kunikida has seen it before."

Kunikida:?

Kunikida Doppo asked, "I've seen it? Which one?"

As we all know, Oda Sakunosuke has two younger brothers.

Oda: "I've seen both of them..."

Kunikida:?

Kunikida was confused, and Odasaku didn't explain anymore, he finished the curry calmly and put down the spoon.

"I'm full, thanks for the hospitality."

Four years have passed since Osamu Dazai defected to the port of Mafia.

On the face of it, his reason for defecting is very good.

Ango Sakaguchi, a good friend who has known each other for many years, was sent to Europe, but died in his spy career. As a result, Osamu Dazai had a rift with Mori Ogai, and then defected.

But the problem is——he made friends with Ango Sakaguchi at the beginning, all because he was a spy sent by the Supernatural Secret Service, okay?

What a deep friendship this can be!Still fucking playing the trick of getting away for friendship?

Only fools believe it.

August contacted the informant buried in the Supernatural Secret Service Division with a dark face, and found out that not long after Osamu Dazai defected, Chief Farming appointed a new assistant.

August:"…"

This "death" of Ango Sakaguchi may not be too cheap.

Is this going to die and go back to the Special Agents Section?

What, port Mafia is not worthy of you continuing to go undercover!

The newly promoted cadre defected, and his authority and manpower needed to be reorganized, and the port Mafia fell into chaos.

Sen Owai lightly sent Black Lizard a job to hunt down Osamu Dazai, and there was no further news about the defection.

Hehe, if the black lizard can catch Osamu Dazai, this cadre should have fallen on Hirotsu Liunang's head early!

If he said he hadn't discussed this wave with Sen Ouwai, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed.

August immediately realized that Osamu Dazai might have thought about this matter long ago.

It was raining continuously outside the window, and in the chief's office of the Mafia building at the port, a young man with white hair and red eyes refused to leave.

Sen Owai watched helplessly as he moved in flour and an oven in the chief's room, and directly baked the cake inside, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Hayakawa-kun..." he doubted, "Do you still remember that I am your leader?"

Alice and August poked their heads out of the room together, their hands and faces covered with flour.

"Huh?" He lowered his head and looked at Alice, and said naturally, "Of course I remember, right, Alice-chan..."

Alice has been completely bought by August's dessert, she nodded and crossed her waist, confidently.

"That's right! Is there a problem? Rintaro!"

Sen Owai: "..."

Okay, no problem, no problem.

The sweet smell of burnt wheat wafts in the air.

Outside the building, a young man with orange hair walked in wearing a two-color windbreaker. His aura was much stronger than when he was young. Wherever he went, the bodyguards in black bowed and called him respectfully.

"Lord Zhongyuan..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded slightly, ignored it, and went straight to the elevator dedicated for cadres and directly to the chief's office.

He pushed open the door, and sure enough, he saw someone holding a cup of hot black tea, sitting on both sides of the exquisite round table with Alice, and was still trying to deliver Amway to Senou.

Completely treat the chief's office as a garden for an afternoon tea party.

Nakahara Chuya and Mori Owai looked at each other, and the two exchanged a helpless look.

He rubbed his forehead with a headache, walked quickly and dragged August's collar to pull him back: "What are you doing! This is the chief's office, not a place for you to play!"

"And you haven't been home for more than a month. Are you going to live in the Mafia building at the port? What happened?"

August pursed his mouth, and his tone was very sad: "Zhongye, you have changed. In just a few years, is the leader more important than me? Woohoo, I knew it, and I forgot my brother when I got a job, hooooo Oh, leave me alone, just let me die alone..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhongyuan Zhong also had nothing to do with him, "Is the point the leader? The point is that you have been in this building for almost two months, okay! I don't care why you didn't say anything, Whatever you say today, you have to go home!"

Sen Owai, who is not the point: "..."

No, at least go out and say something like this!

Hayakawa August and Zhongyuan Zhongya had a stalemate for a long time, and finally ended with August's stubbornness.

No matter how vigorous and decisive Zhongyuan Zhongye was outside, he still had nothing to do with this man's sarcasm. He let go of his hand and sighed.

"August...you are always like this, we will be worried."

The young man also seemed a little depressed, hanging himself on him as before, buried his head into his neck and shoulders, and spoke in a sullen tone.

"I'm sorry... Chuya, I will go back."

Zhong Yuan returned home alone, turned on the light in the living room, and there was a long-lost figure sitting on the sofa.

He was startled, thinking of August's recent abnormal behavior, and then understood.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took out a jug of ice water from the refrigerator, poured himself a glass, and said sarcastically.

"What, you are finally willing to show up? Special Agents Division—"Sir" Dazai. "

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