Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The existence of the superhuman Mikhail was not disclosed to Hong Kong black by Zhongyuan Zhongye.

This can be regarded as one of the few selfishness of him who dedicated his loyalty to the port mafia.

Out of his understanding of the store manager, Nakahara Chuya knew it very well.Mikhail, who hated disputes and was in retirement, would never accept an olive branch from any party.

Since the ending will not change, he will do his best to avoid those meaningless waves for this gentle shopkeeper.

That day, the store manager rarely used his ability to clear the cumulonimbus clouds that gathered over Yokohama.In an instant, the dark clouds as thick as ink disappeared without a trace, and the warm sunshine kissed the city again, as if the cold rain that poured before was just an illusion.

While the unknown Meteorological Bureau was being abused, Mikhail's behavior attracted many people who wanted to find out.

Those are the people who know the existence of superhuman abilities.

Friend or foe?Can it be recruited?Questions like these became a hot topic among various forces for a while.

Under the calculation of the two directors, the Supernatural Secret Service Section blocked the scene immediately, preventing the possibility of further exposure of Mikhail's transcendent identity, and was the first to contact this dangerous character who had been reclusive for a long time.

So far, no one in the port mafia except Nakahara Chuya knows his "true identity".

At least on the surface.

The change of affiliation did not weaken the friendship between the two. The heat of the newly-baked refreshment slowly dissipated, and the atmosphere of the afternoon tea time gradually relaxed and harmonious, and it was no longer shrouded in anxiety at first.

Fyodor still perfectly plays the parent who lets the child fly freely, like a silent pillar behind him, supporting a most secure harbor.

He inadvertently conveyed some of his life experiences, or seemingly casually analyzed the situation in Yokohama, and his words were somewhat casual.And the only audience sitting directly opposite was eating tea, trying his best to integrate the newly acquired knowledge, nodding thoughtfully from time to time.

Converted to the value of the development game, it is probably a bonus such as "intelligence +1, intelligence +2, perception +5".

During this period, a certain bandage spirit who had to stay at the headquarters of Hong Kong Black after receiving the task of the leader was forced to share the same room with a child with two-color hair divided half and half.He was asked to find out what the opponent's ability was, and then write a formal report and hand it over to Mori Ogai in written form.

Shuji Tsushima reasonably suspects that Mr. Mori is deliberately punishing him for the prank that he replaced all the scalpels with Pocky not long ago.

Deciding to go on strike, he lazily slumped on the office chair, ignoring Yumeno Hisaku's behavior of calling his name, very unconscionably threw the opponent's doll to the top of the file cabinet, and successfully bullied the child to cry.Afterwards, he put on earplugs and drew abstract crabs one after another on the mission report. At the same time, he frantically harassed Fyodor in private, trying to insert his conversation with Chuya Nakahara.

Unlike Mikhail, who holds the final villain script, he is not qualified to be a rua slug as an elder.

This made Shuji Tsushima very dissatisfied.

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[Private chat with "Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit"]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Fei Jia

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: no :)

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I haven't said anything yet

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: No way, no way

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hey - but it's obviously super fun to say

Humanoid Self-propelled Bandage Essence: It's just an experiment, experiment, to see if the statement before opening the filth is really necessary.

The kind Russian rice ball: Xiu Zhi, Mikhail's identity will not teach magical girls the transformation spell, give up.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Can that be called a transformation spell? !That's obviously the release of the seal!What a fit for a dwarf!

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: A humanoid safety device that hides Huang Ba's spit power, show your true strength in front of me!The slug who made an agreement with you orders you, the seal is released—cha!clang clang! !Wouldn't it be super cool to go into filth then?

Kind Russian rice balls: Xiuzhi, just be yourself [The eyes that see through everything.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: What are you talking about, Mr. Ferrero, when did we become individuals?

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: Well, you are a master of bandages, I am a master of rice balls or Mentos, so let’s stop here——

...I don't know when, the sky was painted with a brilliant orange-red luster, covering up its original azure blue.The heat gradually dissipated, the sun was no longer as harsh as it was at noon, and all that could be felt when it fell on the body was a little warmth.

It is dusk now.

Even though his mind was flooded with all kinds of unnutritious words, Fyodor's expression still didn't change much.He put away the empty teapot, bid farewell to Zhongyuan Zhongye who hurried back to Hong Kong and Hei, and grabbed the withered and yellowed leaf at the top of an ornamental potted plant.

He stood at the door of the box and said, "Come out."

Under the force of the fingertips, the dead leaves that had lost moisture at the tips quickly shattered into countless small pieces, and fell down the gap between the young man's pale fingers.

Without any intention of cleaning, Fyodor slowly turned his head and stared at the clerk poking his head out from the edge of the stairs.The employee who had worked at Café Poirot since it opened had a good relationship with Mikhail on the surface.Regardless of their identities as bosses and employees, the two are more like friends who have known each other for a long time.

But they were just superficial friends, Mikhail would not easily drag ordinary people into the world of supernatural beings.

The embarrassing expression of being caught eavesdropping emerged, the clerk held the plate in one hand, scratched his head with his free hand, and tried to explain himself with a smirk, "The manager... I—"

"Have you heard everything?" Fyodor asked softly, unable to hear his emotions.

"Almost... a couple just happened to come and insisted on sitting in the box on the second floor. After I came up, I heard the conversation between the store manager and Mr. Zhongyuan. I thought that what you said, the store manager, made sense, so I couldn't help but listen for a while The clerk nodded, no longer trying to hide his behavior, and an expression called admiration occupied his face, "It's not that the table guests just left, I came to clean up the table, and listened for a while."

He dragged a few dinner plates in his hand again, and there was a sound of shaking the porcelain plates, as if they were about to fall over.

Sure enough, Mikhail, who has always been good-tempered, was not angry, and even sporadic displeasure did not arise.He just sighed, and his tone was a bit sad, "It's a surprise, that kid joined the port mafia."

Fyodor walked slowly to the bay window at the end of the corridor, and through the gaps in the leaves of the ivy growing wantonly on the wall, he watched the back of Zhongye leaving in the Central Plains.

The light of the setting sun was absorbed by the emerald green and transparent vegetation, leaving only sporadic spots of light penetrating through the barrier and falling on the young man's face.The leaves danced under the gusts of warm wind, startling a few ladybugs resting on the veins.

When the rustling creeper leaves returned to calm, there was no orange-haired boy at the end of the line of sight.

It was difficult to see the expression on the face that was covered by the mask. At this moment, Mikhail looked like an old father who watched his child leave home.Melancholy and joy intertwined, and finally turned into a sourness that enveloped my heart.

"Speaking of... isn't the store manager going out?" Recalling Mikhail's too abnormal behavior one day, the clerk who didn't feel that this was a taboo topic asked frankly, "It's just that Mr. Zhongyuan didn't come. that day."

"Shh, save me some face."

The young man made a silent movement, did not explain anything, but just induced the other party to think in the way he wanted.

Those who don't know the inside story naturally can't know the bitter battle between Shuanghei that day.And Mikhail's behavior can easily be regarded as a development that the parents who are worried about their children have learned some bad news and went to visit secretly when they were worried.

It's just that I never wanted to be noticed by a child with keen perception, and then I couldn't face it and refused to admit it.

Could this be the legendary Tsundere?

The clerk who thought he knew the truth suddenly looked serious, indicating that he would never tell Mr. Zhongyuan about it.

He hesitated for a while, and the words that were about to blurt out rolled in his throat several times, and finally lost to his curiosity, he asked aloud: "... But the store manager, why do you say that the port mafia will only develop steadily for a few years, and after that Is there something wrong?"

The young man was slightly stagnant, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Curious?"

"Indeed, I always feel that the store manager is very powerful, and everything is right." The clerk nodded and replied.

"It's okay to listen to the words of irrelevant people, just don't talk around."

Fyodor turned around, and his dark eyes paused for a while on the inside of the hem of his old employee's bartender's uniform.

He didn't change his expression, pretending that he didn't notice that the other party had been secretly installed with bugs long ago, and explained seriously: "In a well-disciplined organization like the Port Mafia, if the leader is qualified, you only need to do one thing to quickly To run well—that is, to absolutely obey the orders of the leader.”

Seeing that the clerk could keep up with his thinking, he paused for a moment, and asked back: "If you are the leader, what do you think if you have a talented subordinate who can best adapt to the mafia?"

"Shouldn't you be thankful? Such a person was not recruited by a hostile organization, but instead was my subordinate."

"Then, if he continues to make contributions in a few years, gradually obtains the highest status besides himself, and is much younger than you, what will you think at this time?"

After a long silence, the clerk hesitated to answer.

"...Worried about him usurping the throne?"

"That's it."

Fyodor closed his eyes slightly, put his hands behind his back, skipped the clerk who was still struggling to digest this content, and slowly stepped down the spiral stairs.

"The sorrow of the superior..."

He murmured in a low voice, his expression gloomy.

"You are a person who would find it troublesome to have power in your hands, and you will not be interested in that position at all..."

In the blind spot of everyone's sight, the young man shook his head, stroked his chest with his slender fingertips, and felt the weak beating of his heart, "I can't understand the meaning of creating Meles at all, so what are you doing? "

The raging fire burned in his eyes, and at a certain moment, Mikhail's gentle appearance collapsed, revealing the bone-eating hatred underneath.

He opened his lips and teeth lightly, and a certain name surged on the tip of his tongue, entangled in every possible way like treating a deeply loved lover.

"□□□"

-

The five majestic buildings of the port mafia were built in the past when the international situation was chaotic and the government had no time to take care of these illegal organizations.

These arrogant and high-profile illegal buildings, after more than ten years, have not left many traces of erosion.

After all, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters is a high-risk occupation, and people are looking forward to his death all the time.

With the assassination of various forces again and again, the security system of the Hong Kong and Black Building is also constantly updated, and the chief's room on the top floor of the main building is the worst.Until now, apart from the only passageway guarded by heavily guarded troops, the floor-to-ceiling windows that are completely open and can have a sweeping view of Yokohama's scenery are also made of laminated glass that is strong enough to resist anti-tank guns.

But none of this can stop a certain visitor who is destined to come tonight.

Shuji Tsushima, who was skipping work in a fair manner, hummed a ditty and passed by under the awe-inspiring eyes of a group of grassroots staff.He walked in small steps in a good mood, and the overlong suit jacket seemed to be firmly glued to his shoulders, no matter how the boy tried to make it, there was no sign of it coming off.

Even though Osamu Dazai's current position is not very high, everyone understands that he is the real confidant of the leader, and he is an extremely sharp pocket knife.

Since Ogai Mori succeeded in taking office, the identity of Osamu Dazai has become sensitive within Hong Kong and Black.

He is the only witness of the last words, even if some people feel dissatisfied with the result, they dare not say anything more.After all, the farce provoked by those stubborn ancestors is still vivid, and the boy's performance is obvious to all.

It was the intimidation-based lie detection that made the story of passing the throne three points more believable.

Shuji Tsushima responded to everyone who greeted him with a smile. He looked no different from a normal young man at this age, and he was very easy to get along with, without any airs of being a leader's confidant.However, those who are familiar with his style will feel a dull pain in their stomach when they see this sunny smiling face.

That was the sign that the boy wanted to torment others.

After leaving the one-person office assigned to him by Mr. Mori, Shuji Tsushima stood unsteadily at the elevator, his eyes swept across the row of buttons, and he pressed a certain button.

It is the floor assigned to the new member, Nakahara Chuya's lounge.

The work content of the mafia is between life and death, and dealing with blood is a daily routine. In addition, the current situation is not stable, and the organization has just escaped from the lack of funds not long ago.This has resulted in a stiff atmosphere inside the building. The grassroots staff are all stern, determined to show the serious temperament of the Mafia, and rarely consider whether the working environment is comfortable.

Along the way, Shuji Tsushima didn't even see a few pots of ornamental green plants, except for some specially decorated reception rooms.

He curled his lips, and stepped forward on the floor where there were no security personnel. The sound of his footsteps was absorbed by the retro carpet that hadn't been replaced for many years, and there was a dull echo in the empty corridor.

Compared with the Melles headquarters where Pandora's Actor is located, the current port mafia is even more pitiful.

If it weren't for Pandora's inability to have too much involvement with Hong Kong gangsters in the current script, he would have wanted his eldest son, Melles, to help his third son, the port mafia, who was still struggling in the troubled waters of Yokohama.

Of course, the second son is the rat of the dead house with only two people.

Shuji Tsushima walked around in circles in the corridor, swaggering past the surveillance range, completely disdainful of hiding his tracks.He took out a black hairpin from the fluffy hair, maybe it was clamped too tightly, and when he took it off, he accidentally pulled the ends of a few hairs, causing the boy to grin his teeth in pain.

He stood still in front of a certain closed door, and at some point, the thin hairpin that was straightened was submerged into the keyhole. In just a moment, there was a slight "click" sound when the lock cylinder was turned to the correct position.

The young man quickly walked through the door, without the slightest sense of guilt for intruding into other people's private space.

For the strong and heartfelt subordinates who are completely in his hands, Mori Ogai will never be stingy with giving sweet dates, at least in terms of material, he will not be wronged by the Central Plains.

Not long after he broke up with Dazai Zhi, the two old foxes who came from the same line began to arrange various problems of Zhongyuan Zhongya's joining Hong Kong gangsters.Except for a certain dormitory that is usually only rewarded for employees who have made significant contributions, the lounge inside the Hong Kong and Black main building has not been left behind.

The ceiling light in the living room is on, showing the whole picture of this small house.

"It's almost today."

Shuji Tsushima took off the top hat hanging on the hanger by the door, ran his fingers over the decorative chain that was omitted by the animation team, and the complaint in his eyes almost overflowed, "It's a pity, it's so rare that Fei Jia can't see it when he is serious."

He fell down on the sofa with a whimper, and kept moving his hands, spreading some kind of radioactive liquid used for tracking evenly on the chain, blowing air constantly, trying to make it dry up quickly.

In the future, you will have to rely on this to pick up hats.

"so boring--"

[System prompt: You have a new message from "Kind Russian Rice Ball"]

Kind Russian rice ball: I told you to light up Odasaku but you didn’t listen

Kind Russian rice ball: He has been in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang for a long time

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: then you shy away from looking for them for a month :)

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Don't peek at my brain, don't peek! ［Turn the table.jpg］

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: ah, I am a coward, okay, the kind that will hurt when you touch cotton

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: After all, women who like me have stripped all their bottoms, why is cp more serious than studying academics [tired smile.jpg]

Well-meaning Russian Rice Balls: That's Proof of Your Popularity

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: I am a brick, I can move it wherever I need it, the same frame is CP

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: So Fei Jia, you are so lucky, my sought-after character was actually eaten by a mouse [猫猫流泪.

Kind Russian rice balls: Heh [eating melons and watching operas.jpg]

……

After the preparations on Chuya's side were completed, the lazy Shuji Tsushima turned slightly sideways on the sofa, and struggled to find a communication device that was too small in size from his coat pocket, muttering: "There is still a communication device in the main building." There are a lot of things to deal with, and time is tight.”

The communication tool secretly developed by Melles was inspired by the eardrop phone in Ke Xue World next door. There are not many finished products, and it has never even been released on the market.When in use, it will automatically turn on the voice changer mode, which can effectively prevent the leakage of the original sound.

"The candidate for today's shift in the security room... Let me see." The young man stretched out on the sofa, and quickly entered a series of numbers on the communication device with his fingertips, but froze when he was about to touch the [Dial] button .

"Ah, I forgot."

He clicked on the chat interface again.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Fei Jia, give me a copy of the security information

Kind Russian rice balls: [attachment.zip]

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: The bottom-level tool people are actually the same, there is nothing that needs special attention, and haven’t you memorized them all?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Thinking is too troublesome, why work hard when you can be open and lazy [Super righteous.jpg]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: In short, I have to quietly arrange for those diehards of the first-generation faction to be on duty tonight, so that Verlaine can take care of them

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: And Mr. Mori, I will cut his wrist and lead him to the clinic later.Zhong also found something to delay him on the way. The individual former members of the "sheep" who were sent to the juvenile prison are good enough to delay time.

Kind Russian rice ball: For my side, let’s clear the place first.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Just don’t blow up Melles’ branch building, it’s very troublesome to rebuild [Vicissitudes of Lighting Cigarettes.jpg]

Kind Russian rice balls: I try my best, but I can't guarantee

……

A disembodied black bat that seemed to be made of black mist flew away along the gap of the half-open window, silently walking along the shadow of the building.Flapping its wings, it gradually approached the headquarters building of the Port Mafia, and finally perched among the treetops beside the nearby street, motionless, waiting for a certain moment to come.

[Demons] The bats transformed into are not effective all the time, as long as the transmission path of the Delete data flow is blocked from the inside, these little devil-like guys are like real creatures, and can be touched at will.

Even under Fyodor's control, it can barely be used as a carrier pigeon.

At least there was no problem stealing a hat from Verlaine.

The miniature power partition device buried in the flower pot on the second floor can hide the fluctuation when the power is activated in a very small range.Even the Supernatural Secret Service Division, which has never interrupted the monitoring of Mikhail, will not find that he has just used his ability not long ago.

Fyodor turned over the sign at the door, showing the closed side facing the outside.He turned around and gently explained to the shop assistants, "Closing early today, and I'll tidy up later."

After opening the store for many years, there has never been a precedent for Polo Café to close the store early due to personal reasons.

The employee who came to his senses first was unavoidably surprised, with a somewhat shocked expression on his face, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with the store manager?"

"An important guest is coming, so it's not convenient to keep you here, I'll treat it alone." Fyodor nodded and replied, "By the way, Hasegawa-kun, I need to trouble you for something. He took out a receipt from the pocket of the bartender's uniform. On the back was a string of addresses written in a ballpoint pen, which was quite a distance from Poirot's coffee shop.

"I bought a batch of vodka with a Russian businessman before. He doesn't speak Japanese very well. Can I trouble you to pick up the goods?"

With dim eyes shielded by the mask, Fyodor stared at this operator from the Supernatural Secret Service, with a perfect gentle smile on his mouth.

After all, when applying for the job, it was written on his resume that his previous job was a Russian language teacher. Hasegawa had no legitimate reason to refuse the boss's request.

It is not easy to find a satisfactory tool person, and the tool person who has the archetype of a writer is even rarer.

He must not be allowed to die before the scene begins.