The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

"Well!"

In the alley in the dark night, only the afterglow of the jumping lights in the distance is reflected into the depths, and swaying shadows appear and disappear at the entrance of the alley.

This is the territory of the port mafia, and no one who is blind would dare to walk here at night, and dare to walk into the port in the middle of the night, except for the lambs to be slaughtered who really don't know, they are all people who know a thing or two about the inside story.

Hearing the faint groans coming from the alley, the passers-by were not surprised, and their footsteps would not change.

The white glove was sticking to the skin, the thumb was stuck between one person's jaw, and the index finger was propped into the other side's cheek. Katschi picked up the inferior gun pointed at himself, and aimed it at the skinny man who had just threatened him. .

And the owner of this inferior gun fell unconscious on the ground long ago.

"You are very lucky. If someone points a gun at me, it will not be so simple."

With his mouth and throat stretched open by one hand, the skinny man couldn't utter any syllables, he could only breathe heavily.

Katschi restrained him with his left hand, slowly raised the gun with his right hand, and brought it close to the man's open mouth, "The safety catch was actually activated...you didn't think about it when you used this thing Well, what if there is a fire?"

The skinny man's eyes were wide open, he looked more like a funny monkey, his hands grabbed Katschi's hand, kicking his thighs indiscriminately...struggling as hard as he could.

"No no no!"

He could only watch weakly and desperately that the gun barrel was getting closer and closer, as if it was going to be inserted into his throat in the next second...

Bang!

Suddenly letting go of the man, Katschi quickly turned around with the soles of his feet, raised his arms flat, and aimed at the darker place in the alley.

The smell just now... He is sure that there is no information about this person in his memory.

is a stranger.

But there is also a subtle familiarity.

After about two seconds, he lowered the arm holding the gun.

The taste is gone.

Katsch was pretty sure that he didn't hear any sound during the period.

The man disappeared without making any sound.

After the alarm was lifted, Katschi took a cold look at the pistol that felt extremely bad and the stained white gloves...

pat.

It was the sound of gun casings falling to the ground.

...... flutter

It is the friction sound of the flame against the air when it appears.

The orange flame is like a tamed snake, devouring the owner's left glove bit by bit. The last trace of white cloth on the fingertips goes away with the wind, and the orange color also follows.

The skinny man who lost his support fell to the ground, salivating

With tears falling from the corners of his mouth and eyes, he covered his mouth with his hands, looking at the set of guns on the ground in shock.

This is the gun that was almost stuffed into his mouth just now.

Although he is only a low-level person, he usually does some dirty things like robbery, but he is a member of the port mafia anyway, and he knows a little about the rules and regulations on the road.

So at this time, the skinny man thought that the one who dared to treat them like this after he reported the name of the port mafia was either the high-level inside the Hong Kong gangsters, or the collaborators who sat with the upper-level figures of the Hong Kong gangsters.

This is kicking the iron plate...

The man didn't seem to put any thought on him, threw the gun away and left.

The skinny man raised his head tremblingly, and after confirming that there was no one else in the alley, he quickly checked the breath of his companion who had been knocked out at the beginning.

After feeling the wet touch on his fingertips, he was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, people are alive.

......

Such a mistake happened, although the mood index dropped a little, but it did not affect Katschi's work tonight - inspecting the port.

Three days later, the white bandit will...set foot on his foreign lonely grave from this port.

Just in order not to cause previous "misunderstandings", Katschi's whereabouts are much more secretive this time—that is, if he is discovered, he will look even more suspicious.

The ships carrying tourists are not in the same waterway as the cargo ships. Gang Hei only conducts strict patrols and inspections of the waterways and ports of the cargo ships. The waterways that receive tourists... are managed by government officials.

After all, Hong Kong and black people do not have the leisure time to develop tourism.

With the trailing beam of the lighthouse on the road, Katschi stood on a step in the port and saw the waterway of the cruise ship clearly. He planned the route in his mind and began to choose a plan:

Did he shoot the white bandit before the cruise ship entered the port and seized the drugs; did he just disembark; or did he kill him in the urban area of ​​Yokohama after all the tourists on the ship had dispersed?

The result is doomed, but I don't know which road to heaven this white bandit prefers.

Facing the sea breeze, Katschi exhaled foul air, he took out the inner pocket of his coat, and found something empty.

...the smoke is gone.

......

Here, He Hui, who slipped out of the alley, was in a panic.

It's so dangerous, the biggest surprise of this year, I almost made the golden sword out of excitement.

He Hui is not Bai Lan, and he doesn't know anything about the world.

What is my identity in the parallel world, what is my character background... Really zero intelligence.

Not only personally, but also He Hui's influence is now zero, and he has worked hard to build

The rising KK Chamber of Commerce can't even be seen in this world, let alone the intelligence department that uses it.

You can't take it too seriously, if this is a murderous executioner who is loyal to the world's top killer organization, wouldn't he directly stage a "I kill myself" every minute after he is exposed?

I can't stand such excitement when I'm old.

Patting his chest to calm down his little heart, He Hui planned to buy a card quickly and then went back.

Memory cards are generally sold in larger convenience stores. Although Yokohama may not be sure, there are 24-hour convenience stores.

Walking into a convenience store next to the port, He Hui immediately saw the blond man at the counter.

That back figure is really familiar, almost exactly like himself.

He Hui: ...

What a coincidence!

......

There are vending machines that sell cigarettes on the streets of Japan, but Japan prohibits minors under the age of 20 from buying cigarettes and alcohol. It will only be processed for locals of Japanese nationality, so foreigners cannot buy cigarettes and alcohol on the vending machine.

Russia's Katschi, limited by this, had to go to convenience stores to buy cigarettes.

The cigarettes in the convenience store are all neatly placed behind the checkout counter, numbered and numbered. If you need to buy cigarettes, just tell the salesperson to give me the number XX cigarettes. I don't plan to look at dozens or hundreds of cigarette cases one by one.

He directly said to the salesperson with a formulaic smile, "A box of Marlboro Black Ice."

Marlboro Black Ice is a relatively common cigarette. The version and flavor of each country are different. If possible, Katschi would of course prefer to smoke the Russian version, but on the land of Japan..... .Only Japanese Marlboro.

But the salesperson didn't go to smoke immediately. She looked at the young man in front of her and asked doubtfully, "Sir, are you 20 years old yet?"

There are often junior high school students, high school students, and even underage college students who come to buy cigarettes and alcohol. Some salespersons will turn a blind eye to sell them, and some responsible salespersons will check their certificates one by one, and will not sell them if they are not of age.

This convenience store salesperson in Yokohama belongs to the latter category.

Katsch reluctantly took out his passport and handed it to the salesperson.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

It turned out to be a foreigner.

After receiving the certificate, the salesperson turned over the first page, then froze with a smile.

Заграничный паспортгражданин

аРоссийскойФедерации

【Russian Passport】

The salesperson was dripping with cold sweat: This, this text... This is a Russian.

Scroll back and forth to find the name column.

Кцч·Mоллюскивич·Горенко

【Katsch Moriskevich Gorenko】

The salesperson wanted to cry a little: How should, how should I pronounce this customer's name?

Turning his eyes, he saw the English label below.

Katsche...

So the salesperson pronounced the name in Japanese pinyin, "Mr. Cuterscher."

Katsch: "..."

Take a deep breath, as a salesperson who has seen big storms - how many port mafia people with blood on their bodies come to buy bento, how can they be so promising!

With a calm tone, she tried to muster up her momentum, "Mr. Cutterscher, you will not be 20 years old."

The salesperson turned the passport to the date of birth, and the date of birth was December 12.

"It will take more than a month before you can buy cigarettes."

Katsch: "..."

Katsch: "In Russia you can get married at 14."

"Japanese law stipulates adulthood, and 20 years old is the age of majority for Japanese people. Miss salesperson, you can't use Japanese laws to restrain us foreigners."

Salesperson: "..."

This handsome foreign guy sounded very reasonable!

"That's not right."

The salesperson raised his eyes slightly, and found that the handsome Russian guy in front of him didn't open his mouth.

Huh?She seemed to hear this handsome guy's voice just now.

A hand was about to put on Katschi's shoulder, Katschi avoided it expressionlessly, and turned his head to look at the person who was just at the corner of the alley.

The smell is exactly the same, is he being followed, but he didn't notice...

The blue pupils suddenly widened and the brows raised, Katschi lost his voice for a moment.

He Hui appeared at the counter with a face exactly like Katschi's, put several plastic-wrapped memory hard drives on the counter, and showed a soft expression different from Katschi's cold face to the salesperson.

"Miss, check out, together, he pays."

Four words, eight characters, and I found my next home directly.

......

As I said just now, the self in this world didn't create chambers of commerce, so He Hui didn't have any money earned by those chambers of commerce—that is to say, his bank cards were all useless.

Moreover, the purpose of going to the different world for the purpose of collecting materials is not universal, and there are gold and gemstones in their boxes. Diamonds, or pure emeralds over one meter... will cause a big sensation!

Let’s not talk about whether the seller will accept it (I suspect it’s a fake product)... Obviously he just bought a memory card and cotton candy, so is it worth several hundred million?

Even if he was "penniless", He Hui would not steal anything, no, he saw a mobile payment machine.

As for just getting away from being the possible executioner, own thoughts belonging to the TOP killer organization...

"Brother, please, I don't have any money with me."

Isn't it just the face? He doesn't want it anymore.