Boss vest is omnipotent

Gin is waiting for someone.

To be honest, there are only a handful of people who can wait for him in his position.Especially, what is waiting today is a newcomer who came to organize.

Newcomers to the organization always start from the bottom. Whether it's him, vodka, or even Bourbon who introduced the newcomer, they all start from the bottom.

However, the people who came today were different.

"A cadre of the Port Mafia, ask me how to get into the organization." That's what Bourbon said to him at the beginning. They met at a certain phone booth. He couldn't see Bourbon's face, but it didn't matter from the sound alone. Question, "He knows my identity, and I can't refuse him directly. Besides, it's not a bad thing, how about it, do you want to promise him?"

Port Mafia.

Of course Gin knew about this organization, the local snake in Yokohama, a well-known supernatural organization in Japan, and they have always been inseparable from each other.However, this is only on the surface. Over the years, whether it is the development of drugs, the control of power, or the recruitment of members, the organization is all for "that thing".

Of course, they also coveted people with different abilities, but the government has extremely strict control over people with different abilities. They have also tried to absorb people with different abilities, or went to find the corpses of people with different abilities, but they all came to nothing.

The superpowers they could find were either too weak, or just boring useless abilities, which were of no use to the development of the organization.

And the Central Plains is not the same.

The vision in Yokohama half a year ago was not a secret to them. That person was stronger than human beings, and it could even be said to be a disaster level, a completely uncontrollable variable.And Chuya Nakahara himself is quite a well-known powerhouse in the dark world.

It's just that he is extremely loyal to the port mafia, and they never wanted to recruit him.But not long ago, the opportunity came. Zhong Yuanzhong also appeared in the coffee shop where Bourbon pretended to work. Although he did not appear often, the meaning was enough.

They don't do anything, and they have the reputation of being a degenerate organization.

So after reporting to "that gentleman", Gin began to make arrangements.He didn't go through Bourbon, and Bourbon was also part of his plan, and the result was just as he thought, and Zhongyuanzhong really came.

However, the agreed time is nine o'clock, and it's already 09:30. This concept of time...is he the same in the port mafia?

If it was usual, Gin would have simply left, but this time the target was Nakahara Chuya. After despising the discipline of the mafia in the port next door, he decided to wait patiently for a while.

Before Gin got completely impatient, Zhong Yuan finally arrived.

The young man in the black hat stopped the car, kicked the ground handsomely with one leg, and then took off the goggles from his face and stuffed them into his chest pocket.He was wearing a black biker suit, with a loose coat underneath a tailored undershirt, outlining his slender but powerful muscular silhouette.

With cobalt blue eyes staring at the silver-white long-haired man in front of him, the young man sized him up arrogantly before asking, "Gin?"

If the mount is not a shared bicycle, but a more handsome motorcycle, his smooth movements may cause passers-by to scream.

Gin was a little speechless, but he didn't bother to say anything, he just nodded coldly.It's not the first time for him to pick up a newcomer, so he pretended to be pretty good, "Newcomer."

"Central Plains Chuya" sneered, and was very indifferent to this title. He parked the shared bicycle in the parking space on the side of the road, swiped his mobile phone and returned the car and said, "There is no need to be polite, just tell me what you want to do. I The time is very tight, and those who rush to get off work are already considered extra overtime."

"Working overtime?" Qin Jiu finally couldn't help it, and said mockingly, "Since you're here, you must abide by the discipline of the organization. Don't talk about working overtime, I haven't taken a vacation for so many years."

"Nakahara Chuya" gave him a sympathetic look, and his tone became much better, "Me too."

The two looked at each other silently for a while on the street, then Gin coughed and said, "Come with me."

"Chuya" walked behind him. There was a distance of about five meters between the two of them. With the difference in their attire, no one would mistake them for being together.

After walking about two streets, a black car parked in front of Gin Jiu. He opened the passenger seat without hesitation and sat in it, and then "Chuya" also opened the rear door and got in the car.

The man driving the car also wore sunglasses at night. He was tall and tall, and he called "Big Brother" respectfully after the gin was served.

Gin responded briefly and ordered, "Drive, vodka."

Sure enough, Vodka stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove onto the road.

"Chuya" felt something behind him, reached out and touched it, and took out an envelope, which was the same envelope that was delivered to the coffee shop before.

"Open it, choose your mission from the inside, and you will be a member of the organization after you complete it." Qin Jiu said, he opened the envelope by looking at the young man sitting in the back seat from the rearview mirror.

"Assassination, investigating someone's information, extortion." "Chuya" clicked his tongue, "Do you guys do this kind of thing all day long?"

"Can't make it?" Gin's voice was slightly hoarse, and he snorted softly.

"The provocative method is useless to me." "Chuya" leaned on the back seat, raised one leg, and said very casually, "These three tasks add up to less than two hours."

Vodka didn't like his arrogant speech, and couldn't help retorting, "Then you just do it, it's nothing but talk."

"Vodka." Gin called his name, and the man immediately fell silent, driving obediently.

Gin saw Nakahara Chuya from the rearview mirror, and actually felt a little awkward.From a social point of view, the back seat of the car is usually occupied by the taller person, and he just sat in the co-pilot position habitually, so Zhong Yuanzhong could only sit in the back seat.

And his posture at the moment, as if he was really their boss.The port mafia is not the same as an organization. Compared with organizations that do not know the existence of each other, the port mafia is more like an old-fashioned mafia, with a strict relationship between superiors and subordinates. Zhongya Zhongya's performance is exactly the embodiment of this.

"I'll send Bourbon with you," said Gin.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also right, this is not an important task, and it is definitely overkill for the cadres of the port mafia to do it.But the problem lies in this cadre. Both parties clearly know that Zhongyuanzhong will never come to the organization because he wants to change jobs. He has his own purpose, and the organization will accept him because of his own size.

Therefore, the risk of wanting to use Zhongyuan Zhongye to do something is very high. It is better to do the most peripheral things for him, so that everyone can relax.

And Bourbon... It also needs to be noted that he has not been caught yet, but it is not a bad thing to send those two people to suspect each other.

"Okay." "Nakahara Chuya" stuffed the card into his pocket, and finally reluctantly agreed, "How about the salary during the internship?"

It was the first time that Qin Jiu saw someone ask him for an internship salary.In the past, the new recruits were either timid or anti-social. As long as the organization could arrange them to do bad things, everything would be fine. Sure enough, only experienced veterans could think of raising wages.

"What do you want." He had no relevant experience before, and he didn't know how much to mention, and Zhongyuan Zhong also had a reputation for being rich in the port mafia, so he didn't want the organization to be compared.

"I don't lack anything..." "Nakahara Chuya" pondered for a moment, then said, "Will you be reimbursed for travel expenses?"

"Assigned by the organization, come and pick it up tomorrow." Gin Jiu understood what he meant, but the money was willing to be spent. At least a car for this person would make him more punctual, at least stop sweeping shared bicycles on the road.

Aren't they port mafia rich?Why are the cadres so poor?

"I like Suzuki GSX250R, or Kawasaki Ninja." The young man made a new request.

"Vodka, stop the car." Gin couldn't bear it anymore and said, and then "Central Plains Chuya" was put on the side of the road.

The man with long silver hair said with a cold face, "The matter has been finished, you can leave. You can contact Bourbon yourself, and ask Bourbon to contact me after completing the task."

After finishing speaking, he immediately urged Volt to hurry up and leave here. Seeing the Porsche fleeing as if fleeing, "Chuya" shook his head.

Qin Jiu is afraid of him and will not do anything too outrageous.If he knew what "Dazai" was doing now, he would probably regret being so friendly to him.

The red-haired young man laughed, then he took out his mobile phone and dialed Toru Amuro.

Toru Amuro had just returned home from get off work and took a shower when he received a call from "Chuya Nakahara".He was a little surprised because "Zhong Ye" had never contacted him privately.

"I've seen gin."

As soon as the phone was connected, he heard the other party's voice. Toru Amuro stopped wiping his hair and asked with some concern, "How is it?"

"It's okay." The opposite party pondered for a while before saying, "It's much easier to get along with than Dazai."

"Even if you compare me with Dazai..." Toru Amuro didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear. He rolled his eyes and changed the subject, "Where are you now? Have you gone back yet?"

"There is still some distance to go back. This place is closer to your home. Let me stay overnight."

Toru Amuro clamped the phone between his shoulders and face, glanced at his room, thought about the difficulty of tidying up for a while, and readily agreed, "Come on."

"Chuya" didn't go there empty-handed, went to a convenience store to buy beer and coffee, and bought some quick snacks before knocking on Toru Amuro's door.

Toru Amuro opened the door almost immediately. He hugged a fluffy puppy and greeted Chuya with a smile, "Good evening."

"You actually have a dog." "Chuya" was a little surprised, and stretched out his hand to tease the puppy in Toru Amuro's arms. The puppy was very close to him, and stuck out his tongue to lick his finger.

"This is Haro Amuro." Toru Amuro introduced the little thing's name solemnly, and said, "I don't know why I got entangled with this little guy. I chased him away several times and refused to leave. Finally, I adopted him."

"Hello?" "Chuya" called Haro Amuro's name, as if he knew he was being called, Haro immediately wagged his tail.

The cold-blooded and ruthless mafia showed a rare gentle smile to a fluffy puppy. This is the first time Amuro Toru has seen such a warm and affectionate Chuya Nakahara.

He simply handed Harrow to him, but unexpectedly, Zhongye refused, not even daring to touch it.

"No, this little thing is too small, I feel like I'm going to kill it." "Chuya" frowned, but his eyes were full of longing.

"No, if Harrow feels uncomfortable, he will break free." Toru Amuro forced Harrow into Nakahara Chuya's arms. The young man's body was a little stiff, and he didn't even dare to move.

It took a while to relax slowly, gently stroking Harrow's back, Harrow didn't struggle, and leaned obediently in his arms.

Toru Amuro found his expression amused, and felt that this was what a young man of Nakahara Chuya's age should have. He called his colleagues to come in and sit down. He had just put away all the things that shouldn't be there.

Toru Amuro's apartment was very clean, not like a place for single men to live alone. There were not many things and it was not too messy. The two of them sat down at the table together.

"Chuya" put Haro on the ground, and Haro immediately ran away. Puppies are always restless.

"Gin wants me to go on missions with you." "Chuya" said straight to the point, the things he bought from the convenience store were placed on the table, and he took out a can of coffee from the middle - he still has some If you are self-aware, you will not drink alcohol while doing business.

"It's not surprising." Amuro Toru was silent for a moment, then said, "What's the content?"

"Chuya" took out the mission card from his pocket and handed it over, "It's all trivial things."

Toru Amuro looked over one by one, and sure enough, as Chuya Nakahara said, they were all simple tasks, compared with when he first joined the organization, they were only six points at most.

Toru Amuro's face was a bit serious, no matter what he said, he was still a policeman, although he sometimes had to do some things as an undercover agent, but it didn't mean he liked it.

"So do you have a plan? When will we start." Toru Amuro took a deep breath and asked, "In my personal opinion, we still start from..."

"Go to work as usual." "Chuya" interrupted him, and said, "Dazai has other things to do recently, and we have to take care of the store."

"Dazai?" Toru Amuro couldn't think of anything that would keep Dazai busy. Is there any world-class fancy suicide contest recently?

"Occasionally, I have to do some boss work. The port mafia doesn't want useless guys." "Chuya" said very bluntly.

Because this colleague has too many deeds in normal times, Toru Amuro sometimes suddenly forgets the tension he felt facing Dazai when they first met, and the fact that the other party is actually the leader of the port mafia.

"Didn't Gin set a time for you? That's not like his style." Toru Amuro thought of another thing and asked.

"Probably because I said it would only take two hours. He didn't set a deadline. He just said that you should contact him when you're done." "Chuya" showed a sly expression, and looked at Toru Amuro, "And the one who will pay you Being the boss is more important than a part-time job, which is of course your own job."

Amuro was silent, he counted the time, it seems that this is really the case, now he has gradually spent more time in the coffee shop than the other two jobs, if counted by working hours, this is really his main job up.

Leaving aside the "zero" job, there is no need to compare which is more important, the job in the coffee shop or the part-time job in the organization. Toru Amuro said decisively, "Going to work is the most important thing."

"Promising." "Chuya" nodded approvingly.

The two of them ate what Chuya had brought. After all, it was night, and Toru Amuro opened a can of beer. He can drink well, and a can of beer has almost no effect.

Soon it was late at night, Toru Amuro was a little unaccustomed to having people in his room, and glanced at the floor not far away. Nakaya's sleeping position was excellent, lying flat under the quilt, with his eyes closed.

He never thought that one day he would become friends with a mafia, and even agree to let him stay overnight.

Toru Amuro knew that his colleagues were definitely not asleep, and he couldn't even fall asleep. As Chuya, it was probably even more difficult to fall asleep.

"Zhong Ye." He called the other party's name lightly.

Sure enough, the colleague didn't fall asleep, opened his eyes and sat up and looked at him, "What's the matter, don't you dare to get up at night?"

There was a slight smile in his voice, and he said jokingly.

"That's not the case. Besides, with you and Harrow here, I won't be afraid of the dark no matter what." Amuro said with some dark lines.

"Hey, are you putting me and Harrow on the same level?"

"Oh, what's the matter? You heard wrong."

The two chatted casually, and Chuya lay down again, and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

"It's not a very important matter." Toru Amuro sighed and said, "I'm just a little concerned. You just said that Dazai is going to do other work for the time being...May I know?"

"Well, yes. The job of the BOSS."

>>

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed in the empty room, and a young man in a long black coat was pacing in this room.

"This kind of pure black room will make me have a stress reaction." The young man said, his left eye was wrapped in a white bandage, as if he was talking to himself, or talking to someone.

On the ground not far away, lay a man whose face could not be seen clearly. The redness overflowing from his chest spread on the floor. He was holding a delicate pistol in his hand, but he didn't even have time to put the safety on it.

"Failure, failure badly."

He muttered to himself, lifted his legs over the man's body, and walked towards the throne not far away.

"I thought it would be a very difficult task, but I can make a heroic sacrifice, even that guy Chuya can't say anything."

The young man sat on the throne, looking at his clean fingers in distress.This gorgeous throne seems to be specially designed for him, no one is more suitable here than him.

"It's so easy..."

He complained a little unfairly, when suddenly there was a voice from the man who fell on the ground, it seemed to be a nursery rhyme.

The young man left the throne and squatted down next to the man, not caring that his expensive coat was stained with dust on the ground.

He took out the phone from the man's pocket, pressed the answer button, and the insidious man's low-pitched voice came from the opposite side, but his tone was very respectful:

"BOSS."