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Bodo?

Osamu Dazai blinked, and because of Mori Ogai's serious expression, he quickly recalled Hakata-related information from his mind.

In recent months, Hakata and Yokohama have been frequent visitors in major news.

But unlike Yokohama, which was disturbed by the dying madness of the old port mafia boss, Hakata's changes can be described as earth-shaking.

First, a human trafficking organization that had been entrenched in Bodo for decades was uprooted, and all management personnel were placed in the central square of Bodo in the image of charred corpses, with criminal evidence stacked several meters high next to the corpses.

When the news caused a sensation across the country, the Bodo violent organization [nameless] openly admitted that they were responsible for the incident.

Then, on the eve of the general election of the mayor of Bodo a month ago, the mayor of Bodo and members of his political party, who were almost certain to be re-elected, were suddenly arrested at home by the Bodo violent organization [nameless], and through the live broadcast platform, they read their speeches to the citizens of Bodo. The numerous evil deeds that the city has committed over the past ten years.

Not only did all the netizens who watched the live broadcast witness the discovery of the criminal evidence hidden in the mayor's villa, but the conclusive evidence was distributed free of charge through the Internet.

The number of hits and downloads on that day instantly broke the highest record in the country, becoming the hottest topic in the country, forcing the Tokyo side to deal with it seriously.

After this incident, the Hakata violent organization was not only known to the whole country, but also completely controlled the underground society of the entire Hakata city, and its prestige in the hearts of Hakata citizens was almost equal to that of the government.

No mafia has ever been able to completely replace the government and control the city.

However, the Hakata violent organization [nameless] did it.

"Does Mr. Mori want to develop the power of the port mafia to Hakata?" Osamu Dazai glanced at the information on Mori Ogai's desk with his iris-colored eyes, and asked with a smile: "I didn't expect Mr. Mori to be so ambitious. leader."

Mori Ogai looked helplessly at the boy who was sitting in a relaxed posture in front of him: "You know that Yokohama is the only one I love."

"But Dazai, for a huge organization like [Nameless] that has already controlled the entire city, how can I believe that its leader will disappear?"

Standing in front of him with slender fingers crossed, Mori Ogai's eyes were heavy: "Compared to the so-called disappearance of the leader, I am more inclined to [nameless]'s large-scale search in recent days is just a cover-up, and its leader uses this as a cover An ulterior secret operation is being carried out in secret."

Unlike ordinary people who only learned about [Anonymous] because of the recent news, Mori Ogai already knew the name of this organization when he was a military doctor.

Mercenaries, killers, torturers, intelligence divisions... In the international war of supernatural beings, due to the serious attrition, the military can only hire most of the urgently needed personnel from the outside.Bodo, with its good reputation and reliability, has become the military's first choice.

As a result, Mori Ogai came into contact with Hakata, and [Anonymous], who was still a small organization at the time, left a deep impression on Mori Ogai.

Whether it's the straightforward and decisive behavior of the leader of the opponent, or the charisma that makes all his subordinates fanatical to follow, Mori Ogai concluded that [Anonymous] will not always be a small organization.

Some people's existence is too radiant, even in the quagmire of sin, they cannot conceal that brilliance.

Sure enough, when Mori Ogai entered the port mafia as a doctor to treat the old leader, [Nameless] had become a behemoth that swallowed up most of the organizations in Hakata. This city of sin has become a bustling metropolis.

But now, Mori Ogai is more worried about another problem.

"Whether it is the weapons or manpower we lack, they will all pass through Bodo's underground market. And if you want to hire reliable and excellent killers or mercenaries in China, Bodo is the best choice."

No need for Mori Ogai to say anything more, Dazai Osamu already understood what the other party was more worried about.

The youngest cadre of the Mafia laughed, his kite-colored eyes shining brightly: "That is to say, as long as any organization has a secret underground transaction, its movements will be obtained by the violent organization that controls Bodo. Mr. Sen Are you worried that [Nameless] will deduce the real situation of each organization based on the transaction content, and even do things that are not good for us?"

Mori Ogai acquiesced to Osamu Dazai's statement.

"Dazai, I don't believe that the [nameless] leader will disappear for no reason, and I will not let [nameless] have any possibility of endangering the port mafia. I need to know what the other party is doing."

Those purple eyes looked coldly at the boy in front of him: "I will leave this matter to you, Dazai."

Osamu Dazai curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "Maybe the other party just ran away from home? Or Juezan is committing suicide—speaking of which, the other party must be able to find many beautiful women who are willing to die in love together? It's really enviable."

Mori Ogai pushed the materials he had prepared long before him in the direction of Osamu Dazai, and calmly said in a low voice: "The so-called leader is to be a "slave" of the organization who sacrifices everything for the organization at all times."

"I believe that in just ten years, an unknown organization can be developed into an opponent of Hakata, and it is the same."

……

"Ah!"

Kazama Yardan rubbed her nose with a tissue while muttering dissatisfiedly: "Who is speaking ill of me?"

"Kazamain, we are the mafia, there should be many people who speak ill of us."

The ten-man leader of the combat team, who was lying on the table in the security room and registered, looked up at the somewhat listless young man with a smile, and said indifferently: "If no one scolds us, the image of the port mafia is too gentle and harmless." Alright, can you still collect the protection fee?"

A member of the security team, who was preparing to go out on a mission, also leaned over and looked at Kazama Yardan: "Is it a cold? The temperature has dropped recently."

Kazamain Lane turned on her phone and looked at the weather forecast, sadly expressing that what her colleague said seemed to be right.

"But even if it's the end of summer, those who catch a cold in summer are idiots." Another personnel officer who was waiting for registration joked with a smile.

In an instant, Kazama Yuanlan quickly pulled the knitted jacket from the chair and put it on her body: "No, I don't have a cold."

"..."

"Then Kazamain, we're leaving, and the honor of the security team will be left to you, the caretaker." After the ten chiefs registered the record of assigning members, the colleague gave Kazamain Lan a thumbs-up, Immediately he huffed and left behind the ten leader.

The port mafia has always been in short supply of manpower. Recently, there have been many fights between gangs in Yokohama. When the combat team is too busy, they have to borrow manpower from other departments with a little surplus.As the lowest-level security team in the entire Mafia, it was frequently seconded to go out on missions because of this.

Only Kazamain Lan was left, who was disliked by all the combat teams because of her poor ability, and took the responsibility of staying behind every time.

The real janitor.

Although the colleagues want to be promoted and raise their salaries and actively take out tasks every time, after a long time, they feel a little sympathetic to Fengjian Yuanlan, a rare good-tempered person in the mafia who always misses opportunities.

But Kazamain Lan herself was very happy.

His energetic colleagues waved their hands casually, nestled in the soft knitted fabric, and looked like they would not take half a step from the security room even if the sky fell.

"Okay, okay, I will help you keep an eye on the gate, don't worry - if you come back before get off work hours, remember to bring me the special products there."

"……Fine."

When the commissioner from the HR department finally came forward, Kazama Yonlan casually glanced at the other party's registration content, then raised her eyebrows: "Recruiting again so soon?"

"No." The commissioner pouted towards the security room: "I'll register the newcomer in the accounting office today."

Lan Kazama followed the other party's line of sight, and saw a young man in a light brown suit standing in the hall waiting calmly, wearing glasses and looking like an elite.

He retracted his gaze, took the notebook registered by the commissioner, and read out softly word by word: "Ango Sakaguchi?"

The commissioner spread his hands: "Although he is young, he has great supernatural powers. The finance department and the intelligence department are all vying for him—you know, there is a severe shortage of manpower now."

"Intelligence department?" Kazamain Lan paused, a hint of curiosity appeared on her handsome face: "Why does the intelligence department want an accountant?"

"Are you envious? Who will allow people to read memories from objects? If we have such superpowers, why are we still struggling in small positions?"

In the security room where there were only two people, the commissioner who had been familiar with Kazama Yardan habitually complained, then got up and prepared to leave: "I still have to send him to the accounting office, this kind of guy who may become a big shot in the future can't be neglected." Kazamain, let’s eat ramen together someday, I’m leaving first.”

The commissioner left in a hurry, not seeing behind him, the smile on Kazama Yonlan's lips receded a little bit, and finally he pursed into a straight line.

When the young man who was judged by everyone as good-tempered and easy-going lost his smile, that handsome face unexpectedly revealed a sense of icy sharpness.

Kazamainran stared indifferently at Ango Sakaguchi who left with the commissioner, and unconsciously tapped the table next to him with her vigorous fingers, as if thinking about something.

Therefore, the boy who approached quietly was not found.

"Kazama Courtyard Lan?"

Dazai Osamu read Kazama Inran's name to the nameplate, and then blinked a little surprised when the young man was startled and wanted to stand up, but was tripped by the knitted fabric and rolled over with the chair.

"It's me, what can I do?" Kazama Yonlan stood up with slightly messy silver-white half-long hair, and a light beige knitted coat was still draped over her stiff shoulders.

The young man smiled with a good-natured and soft appearance, which changed the question that Osamu Dazai wanted to ask before he opened his mouth.

"Are you the only one left in the security team?" Osamu Dazai tilted his body and looked into the empty security room: "I wanted to second some people, what should I do?"

There are too many secondments, and Kazama Yardan is also accustomed to following the other party: "Are you also in the combat team? Just now a ten-man leader just borrowed everyone, and now I am the only one left. Do you need On secondment now?"

——Have a good relationship with lower-level members, inquire about news and observe new superpowers, but don't know the five major cadres?

If it was really an undercover agent stuffed in by some organization, his professionalism would be too low.

Osamu Dazai paused, remembering what he observed not far away just now, his kite-colored eyes glowed with an amused smile: "It's okay, it's tomorrow."