The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

Yokohama, a city full of people with supernatural powers.

As the largest power organization in Yokohama, the Port Mafia/Party has not completely come out of the turbulent period of the change of old and new leaders, and because of the madness of the old leader before his death, a large number of low-level members of the Port Mafia/Party died, so the new leader ordered Absorb talents and fill vacancies.

As a result, Lan Kazama became a member of the port mafia/party.

Became a vicious, cruel, terrible... young "uncle" who guards the gate.

"Kazemain! Hurry up, move, the troops on mission are about to leave!"

However, unlike the roaring group leader, the silver-white haired youth whose name was called slowly sat up from the table lying on his stomach, yawning as if he hadn't woken up.

It wasn't until the security team leader urged him again that the young man lazily walked out of the security room while rubbing his eyes, before a large number of black suits roared out of the gate, stretching out their bony palms and pulling away the heavy Special metal gate.

The port mafia/party members with fierce faces ran away quickly, and the wind blowing up Kazamain's half-long silver-white hair.

Although the young man was standing by the gate in a uniform of black suit and white shirt, his laziness and inattention from his bones still made him out of place with the members who passed by.

The head of the security team stood on the other side of the gate. In order to open the heavy gate that usually required three people to work together, his face turned red.Fortunately, they caught up in time and did not delay the members who were on the mission, otherwise they would be asked by the boss to lecture them.

Watching the backs of the runners leaving the mission, the security team leader breathed a sigh of relief, and withdrew his envious eyes from staring at the heavy weapons/weapons in those people's hands.

"Kazemain, I say you..." The security team leader looked back at Kazamainlan in dissatisfaction.

The young man's palm was still pulling the door easily, but his head was moving little by little, as if he was about to fall asleep standing up.

It was in the evening, and the orange-red sunset glow spread all over Kazama Yardan's body, and through the slightly messy silver-white hair, it shone on those sapphire-like eyes, which were bright and sharp.

The young man kept yawning because he was suddenly awakened from sleepiness. The physiological tears leaked from the tails of his long and narrow eyes moistened his long silver eyelashes. When he lowered his eyes slightly, his fragile and confused beauty Blurred the sharpness.

The security team leader looked at Kazama Yardan like this, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Before his death, the old leader was confused and didn't regard the low-level members as human beings at all. He even took human lives to fill in his own whim. The number of low-level members of the port mafia/party dropped sharply to the lowest value in history. There are a large number of vacancies, and the standards for recruiting members have been lowered and lowered, as long as they are men of the right age who can use guns.

The lowest-level members recruited under this situation really can't make more demands.

The security team leader sighed, walked over and patted Kazama Lan on the shoulder: "Kazeya, you are only 20 years old, and you still have an infinitely bright future, you can't just watch the gate at the gate of the building all the time? People have dreams, For example, those members who have just left can not only receive good assignments, have the opportunity to meet the five major cadres and ministers, but also be noticed by their superiors and get promoted and raise their salaries, don’t you want to join them?”

Kazama Yonlan's straight and strong shoulders tilted back slightly, she avoided the security team leader's hand calmly, and then muttered with half-closed eyes: "What kind of dream do you want, five social insurance and one housing fund are hard reason."

The security team leader twitched his mouth, and asked unwillingly: "The front-line combat troops are equipped with the best weapons, and you are not tempted? Heavy machines/guns are the ultimate romance for men!"

However, the only response to the enthusiasm of the security team leader was Kazamain Lan's casual yawn.

Security Team Leader: "..."

Kazama Yulan said "oh" to her immediate superior, and walked slowly towards the security room, as if she was going to go back to sleep on the table.

The security team leader sighed tiredly, and waved his hand in distaste: "Go to bed, go home and sleep! Get off work."

Kazama Yonlan's eyes, which were still sleepy a moment ago, suddenly lit up with a "bass!".After thanking the security team leader, he happily took the grocery shopping bag in the security room, and walked out of the gate humming an out-of-tune tune.

The security team leader murmured and shook his head: "Young people nowadays are too unmotivated. Even if ordinary people like us without superpowers can't be cadres, wouldn't it be nice to be a small director?"

The wind sent the subtle sound into Kazama Yardan's ears, he smiled carelessly, his sapphire-like eyes darkened for a moment, and hummed softly: "What romance, what weapons can bring is only nightmare..."

But when his eyes glanced at the canvas bag in his hand, he immediately smiled happily.

"Today there is special beef in the supermarket. Since you are lucky and don't have to work overtime, you can't be late."

However, the more urgent you are, the more trivial things will suddenly appear, disrupting the original plan.

Feng Jianyuanlan, who chose to take a small road in order to hurry, stood in the alley, looked at the few sluggish gangsters blocking her eyes, and sighed silently.

Kazama Yardan asked calmly and peacefully: "Can everyone let me go? I am in a hurry, and if I go late, there will be no beef."

The gangsters were stunned for a moment by Kazama Yardan's calm attitude, and then they laughed loudly: "Did you hear that, brothers, this is still a rich man who can eat beef!"

"I also want to eat beef! Hurry up and take out the money so that my brothers can buy meat."

The rough and ugly voices of the gangsters made Kazama Yardan frowned, and he tilted his head in distress: "If you need money, why don't you find a job? I'm not rich, but An ordinary laborer."

"Huh? Work?" One of the gangsters seemed to have heard some funny joke, and taunted: "Yokohama is in such a mess, and the port mafia / party is killing / setting / setting fire everywhere, and you are still working? I think you are dreaming !"

"Wait a minute..." Another hesitantly tugged at his companion, pointing to Kazama Yonlan who stood quietly and let them look at him: "Brother, that guy's clothes seem to be the uniform of the port mafia/party."

The rest of the people gathered their minds after hearing the words, looked carefully at Kazama Yardan, and then they all trembled.

For these street thugs, even though they complain about the largest violent organization in Yokohama in private, the deterrence and majesty brought by the decades-long leadership of Yokohama from the previous leader still scare the thugs.

"Have you thought about it?"

Lan Kazama raised her hand and glanced at her watch. There were only 5 minutes left before the end of the supermarket special. This made him gradually restrain his smile: "No matter what decision you make, please do it as soon as possible."

The young man's calm expression despite being robbed angered the big brother among the gangsters.

The feeling of being underestimated made his brain heat up, he pulled out his knife angrily, and walked towards Kazama Yardan aggressively: "Are you looking down on me! What about the port mafia, is it amazing? You damned guys, why not?" I apologize on my knees!"

The rest of the gangsters immediately took out their knives and surrounded them.

Kazama Yonlan glanced at the expressions of a dozen gangsters around her, and knew that this battle was inevitable.

He sighed helplessly, and muttered, "What's going on with the city of Yokohama? Hakata isn't in such a mess..."

The knife in the gangster's hand stabbed it regardless.

Kazama Yardan slightly turned sideways, easily dodging.

During the movement, even a simple uniform suit outlines the young man's strong and muscular lines, and the silver-white half-long hair that is casually tied behind his head is flying in the air.

The setting sun shone into the alley, and those blue eyes were still cold under the warm light, like bright but hard sapphires.

"I didn't want to do this at first, but fortunately, in order to rob some poor unlucky guy, you deliberately chose such a deserted place."

Kazama Yonlan's vigorous figure avoided all the attacks of the gangsters like the wind returning to the snow, and landed firmly on the ground again.

The gangster didn't know why, so he said loudly: "So what! Don't struggle, being obedient can make your death easier."

The expression on the young man's face disappeared little by little, and the curvature of the corners of his lips receded, forming a straight line.

Kazama Yardan has a stunningly good face, and the rest of the security team always think that although this unmotivated colleague is not active in doing things, he is attractive and easy to get along with.

However, when his face lost the smile, it was like a deep layer of ice that never melted all year round, so cold that anyone who accidentally looked into his eyes trembled and wanted to escape.

The gangsters swallowed their saliva, not knowing why this guy suddenly made them a little scared, and when Kazama Yard Lan walked towards them, they subconsciously backed away.

Kazama Yonlan calmly stepped forward with her long straight legs wrapped in suit pants, and slowly stepped into the dark shadows.

As the setting sun completely disappeared from Kazama Yardan's body, he walked into complete darkness, and the last trace of warmth disappeared from his face.

"Since no one will see you robbing here, it means... no one will see your death. It's really a good place to choose."

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In the freezer of the supermarket, the place where the "special beef" label is placed is empty.

The mothers who came to buy vegetables ran wildly and grabbed the edge of the counter to brake suddenly. The harsh sound of leather shoes rubbing against the ground made people around look curiously.

The young man didn't seem to feel the sight that fell on him. His blue eyes were shining and looking forward to looking into the freezer, and then he slumped his shoulders.

"Ah...how is this?" Kazama Yardan collapsed holding onto the edge of the counter, her eyes lost the light.

A surprised voice suddenly came from behind.

"Huh? Kazama Yard? What are you doing here?"

The hopeless young man turned his head mechanically, followed the sound, and saw a group of port mafia members standing not far away.

The leading young man waved to the people behind him and walked towards Kazema Yardan.

The members who stayed in place turned their gazes around Kazama Yonlan, and after confirming that it was just a low-level employee, they showed contemptuous expressions, and then looked away disinterestedly.

"Come to buy beef, but it's already sold out." Kazama Yuanlan leaned on the counter dejectedly: "What about you? Are you working overtime?"

"...It's just a normal job. The mafia is not an office worker, so why do you work overtime? Kazamain, you are a bit self-motivated."

As soon as the young man finished complaining, he caught a sharp glimpse of a little red on the cuff of Kazama Yonlan's white shirt, his attention was immediately attracted, and he asked in surprise, "Why is there blood on your clothes? Could it be that you have finally been assigned to watch the gate?" other missions?"

Kazama Yardan then looked down, then smiled nonchalantly and said, "Could I have stumbled somewhere by accident."