The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

Hakata City.

This city, full of underground professions such as killers and torturers, was once a place of chaos and death.

But from a certain point of time, Bobo returned to order and became a bustling metropolis that looked no different from other cities.The daytime, once disturbed by the legalization of the killer industry, has also returned to peace and tranquility.

Only the last few days have been extraordinarily different.

Teams of people who can still be seen as underground occupations even though they are casually dressed, shuttled around the city to inquire and inquire, traveling in a hurry, eager to find something even if they slightly disturbed the peaceful life of ordinary citizens.

"Officer, no trace of BOSS has been found in Hakata City. I'm afraid... BOSS has left Hakata."

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Kazama Yardan looked depressed until she walked into the famous port mafia building.

He closed his eyes and punched the card to sign in, and then casually responded to the tasks assigned by the security team leader like a sleepwalker, ignoring other colleagues in the security team who were eager to perform well, and sat back in the security room as if the next moment The appearance of falling asleep.

As the lowest-level department in the world, the security team's room is as simple as an initial template, but the chairs in Kazama Yard can be recognized by anyone at a glance.

——It was a chair full of soft cushions and knitted fabrics. The light beige and light blue were incompatible with the entire brutal decoration, and one could feel warm and clean at a glance.

And at this moment, Kazama Yardan was sitting on such a mass of softness.

Even if the combat troops dragged the booty hostages that had been besieged all night last night and walked in murderously from outside the gate with the bloody smell that had not yet dissipated, leaving bloodstains all over the dome hall, even some newly hired The members looked pale when they saw the half-dead hostages, and Kazama Yard Lan was not affected in the slightest by the noise and noise.

The head of the security team had just calmed down a few of his subordinates who were throwing up, and when he turned his head, he saw Kazama Yonlan's appearance. For a moment, the anger was stuck in his chest, and he didn't know whether to be angry or not.

It could be said that Kazama Yulan was not active in his work, but he never concealed his idea of ​​living with his salary.

And I don't know what he has experienced before. Although his ability is not outstanding, his psychological quality is the best among the newcomers.Whether it was cleaning up the corpse or cleaning the scene, the guys who came in at the same time with him all vomited pale, but he could still mutter to the bloody corpse that he wanted to eat meat.

But if you just turn a blind eye and pretend you didn't see Kazama Yonlan blatantly fishing during working hours...

The security team leader watched Kazama Yonlan's eyes struggling to blink, and finally closed them completely.

"!!!"

It's too blatant, Kazamain!Anyway, hide from me and sleep secretly, don't you want to lose face as a team leader!

The security team leader walked over speechlessly, and tapped on the desktop in front of Kazama Lan: "Didn't you let you go home from get off work yesterday? Why do you still look like you haven't woken up? Are you Sleeping Beauty? "

Kazamain Lan forcefully opened her eyes, yawning lazily: "Because I didn't buy the special beef yesterday, I didn't even sleep well at night."

Security Team Leader: "..."

Listen, is this what a mafia should say?

"When you first came to the security team, I thought you would be the first one in our team to be promoted by some high-level person, and you would give me a good face." Taiping, cadres are always coming in and out, what a chance to show off, you!"

Lan Kazama shrugged her shoulders, resting her chin with her vigorous and slender palms, looking uninterested.

It seems that to him, the five major cadres are not as attractive as the special beef offered by the supermarket.

Speaking of the recent mission, the security team leader remembered one thing: "I remember, you live in the old street in Fengjianyuan? It's been particularly uneasy there recently. You don't have supernatural powers, so be more careful when commuting to and from get off work."

In the tall and empty hall, a familiar word came faintly, causing the boy with iris-colored eyes to slow down, and turned his head to look at the security room where the sound came from.

Through the special glass, what Osamu Dazai could see was the usual low-level member in a black suit, and the beautiful silver-white half-long hair that was blocked by that member.

Originally, at this time when the leader Mori Ogai rushed him over, he shouldn't pay attention to an ordinary mafia member, but the word "old street" reminded him of what happened last night.

The incident that has been pursued has found witnesses. However, when he led his men to the old street where several gangsters who were eyewitnesses lived, they found that the gangsters, along with their companions, all died in the old street. In the alley.

Originally, Yokohama lacked management recently due to the turmoil in the international situation and changes in local forces. The death of more than a dozen street gangsters was not even an incident for Osamu Dazai.

But what caught Osamu Dazai's attention was the way these dozen people died.

The bloody and bloody corpses of more than a dozen people were like exploding fireworks. Not only did they die in the same bloody manner, but judging from the broken watches or mobile phones of several of them, the time interval between the deaths of all of them did not exceed 1 minute.

It looks like it was done by a powerful superhuman.

Because of the death of the eyewitness and the clues were cut off, Osamu Dazai sighed unhappily. He could only lead his subordinates to spend more than twice the expected time before dawn to find other clues and catch the target.

However, the unbelievable expressions of the dozen or so people in the alley who were frozen at the last moment before their death were remembered by Osamu Dazai in his heart.

——A powerful superhuman who has never been recognized.And it appeared at such a sensitive time and place.

This made Osamu Dazai pay more attention.

"Mr. Dazai, the leader is waiting for you." The black suit bowed his head respectfully, reminding Osamu Dazai to be ecstatically looking at the security room.

The kite-colored pupils looked back indifferently, Dazai Osamu let out a "huh" and walked away.

A subordinate who followed behind him walked over to the security team to routinely register the entry and exit of personnel, and pointed to the target person who was dragged back.

When the security team leader turned around to confirm, he revealed the member who was blocked by him just now.

Dazai Osamu caught a flash of silvery white light from the corner of his eye.

The young man turned his head slightly while walking, and saw the silver-white haired young man propping his sharp jaw with one hand, his beautiful blue eyes half-closed, watching everything happening around him indifferently as if he were out of it.

Even though he was only a low-level member, the young man immediately noticed his hidden gaze, and then looked back, his beautiful face, which was regarded as amazing among low-level members, was stained with a relaxed smile, and he blinked happily at him. .

Dazai frowned.

The behavioral label revealed by the young man's clothes and the sense of disobedience that did not match his attitude made him look at him a few more times.

The elevator door closed slowly in front of Osamu Dazai, cutting off the figure of the young man in his field of vision.

However, until Osamu Dazai walked to the chief's room, the information revealed by the young man kept flashing back in his mind.

The low-level members who should have been given the opportunity to join the job due to a shortage of manpower have not yet adapted to the mafia and have retained a soft side. The knitwear piled up on the seat looks more like an ordinary company employee who works from [-] to [-], and the cadres cannot be recognized And the high-level image, it seems that there is no ambition...

Why would such a person use that kind of gaze to calmly stare at a target who was tortured and seriously injured?

"Dazai, Dazai? Are you listening to me?"

Mori Ogai's suddenly raised voice brought back Osamu Dazai's distracted thoughts.

"Is Mr. Mori worried that the Hakata incident will affect Yokohama?"

Osamu Dazai paused, recalling the voice subconsciously obtained from the surrounding environment just now, and quickly judged what Mori Ogai was asking.

"It's okay not to worry."

Behind the large desk, the leader of the port mafia in a well-fitting suit coat sat on a high-backed chair, and a flash of thought flashed through his purple eyes engulfed by shadows.

Mori Ogai reached out and clicked on the scattered photos on the desk, and said: "The violent group that ruled the neighboring Hakata city has been mobilized recently to find something."

"Just got the news that the leader of the Bodo violent group is confirmed to be missing."