[Wen Ye] Miss Nakahara's Revenge

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As a legal business on the surface, PortMafia's working hours system follows the trend of nine to six.

——Although most of the time they, including Nakahara Chuya, do not work during this time period.

Fortunately, there is no such "work" that needs to occupy the evening time today.

After a short tea party at noon, Nakahara continued to return to the office and use her laptop to handle the work at hand. Since she was promoted to a cadre two years ago, most of her work involved foreign countries, which meant that she had to communicate with those unfamiliar countries most of the time. Language dealing.

It was a very difficult transformation process. From the beginning of having to use translators and dictionaries to now being able to habitually find out the loopholes left in the other party's language, Zhongyuan Zhong also spent his hard work in it, which is unimaginable to ordinary people. It is also incomprehensible to outsiders, as to why the leader dispatched a person from the martial arts faction to do civilian work.

For this reason, there were even rumors that the cadres in the Central Plains were affected by the defection of their former partners and were no longer trusted by the boss.

Nakahara Chu also heard these words herself, she didn't care about it, and Mori Ogai would not explain it to the outside world.

Letting go of unimportant gossip sometimes has unexpected benefits.

Clerical work is relatively boring, but in the same way, it can calm Chuya's temper a little bit.

It's not like it was just blown up at the end of the dragon head war.

But as long as she thinks that her job change is also guided by a guy who has fled without a trace, she will still want to...

Beat that self righteous guy to death.

The hands of the office wall clock pointed to four in the afternoon, and Chuya got up on time to go to the basement on the ground floor of the headquarters, where she would guide newcomers to improve themselves as usual.

Sitting in the office for a long time will inevitably be abandoned. In order to avoid such a situation, Zhongyuan Zhong also trains himself on a fixed time every week to maintain his state and even improve. Old man's training tips...

[The Central Plains cadre who took off his suit and only wore tights and stood on the training ground is so handsome! 】

【That face!That boobs!those legs!ah ah! ! !Even if he was trained miserably, he would be scolded miserably by the officer for skipping work afterwards, but if he could be overturned and trampled under his feet, he would die with no regrets! 】

The worship of the most primitive physical strength is rooted in the heart of the people, regardless of gender, not to mention the gender of the Central Plains cadres and women. When beauty and strength are both...attracting people is very easy.

It's a pity that PortMafia's internal staff can only hold back most of the idiotic speeches made by the Central Plains cadres.

If you really dare to say it, you will be taken into the torture room by the black gas officer behind you to remodel it, the kind that physically threatens to cut off the third leg_(:з)∠)_

After telling people about Izumi Kyoka's situation who thought they needed to be told, and getting a kind tease about "you are old enough to take care of the younger generation, my sister", Nakaya skillfully complained while putting on his coat The other party: "Isn't this a bad habit you brought out first?"

From a certain day, I started to cultivate and guide newcomers like my former partners.

But it's better than being dead and hopeless all the time.

She turned her head to look at the blond man who sat back on the rattan chair after practicing with her, and once again sighed in her heart. They were obviously two people who had no blood relationship, but their faces had a similarity, but the middle Ye's face has a feminine slenderness, while the other party is as handsome as a Nordic prodigal god.

"How can this be considered a bad habit?" The other party said naturally,

"The premise is that you don't teach the other party unnecessary things." It also warns that some of the French's ideas are different from those of the Far East, such as in the training of intelligence and assassination, "I don't want to see such things as【□□is The so-called tutorial that needs to lift the skirt to expose the thigh].”

The little girl is only 12 years old, restrain yourself!

"It's a science to be able to take advantage of one's own gender at the right time, and that's what he taught me." The blond man said casually, with nostalgia in his golden eyes, and he pointed to her neck. Self-taught."

Realizing that some positions were misplaced in the previous training, Zhongya, who was exposed to hickeys, began to adjust the chocker's position with a dark face.

before leaving,

"The novel you brought last time was good." The other party said suddenly.

"I got it, I got it, I'll bring it to you next time I visit." She waved her hand and said goodbye.

The novel is just an excuse. Living alone in the ground all year round will always be lonely. The other party hinted that she hopes she can come here more often.

On the way back to the ground from the heavily guarded basement, Chuya still didn't want to understand when he started to form this inexplicable relationship with that person.

Not relatives, not friends, they used to beat each other to death, and important people died in each other's hands.

But she will still talk and exchange gifts like a friend, and she will occasionally regard him as a brother.

No one would have imagined it a few years ago.

Back on the ground, it was almost [-]:[-] p.m., and Zhongya, who planned to go to the cafeteria to finish dinner and spend the night directly in the office, received a summons from the boss temporarily.

Of course, it is not allowed to put the pigeons of the immediate boss, and people in the restaurant can only call the waiter to let them pack the meal they ordered into a bento temporarily.

After many instructions and identifications, she arrived at the top floor of the building where she was located, and entered after obtaining permission. Nakahara also put her hands behind her back.

"Boss, what's your order?" She lowered her head, took off her hat and saluted, showing respect and submission to the other party.

The room is opaque on all sides to avoid possible sniper targets, but the lights are on at the moment, so it will not appear dark. Behind the desk in the center of the room, a middle-aged man is sitting.

Mori Ogai, the current leader of PortMafia, although he has privately obtained all kinds of sexual desires from subordinate female cadres, such as old men who are nearly forty years old, lolicon, guys with weird sexual fetishes, etc., but if you clean up, there will be Zhang Ji The man with the deceptive face is indeed Chuya's immediate boss.

The other party has used countless plans over the years to prove to her the rationality and necessity of being the leader, and she is the object of her allegiance.

"Ah, it's like this, dear Zhong Ye. Although the domestic business is not in your scope of work, I think it's better for you to handle this matter." Mori Ou who tidied himself up during working hours The foreigner handed a document in front of her.

After obtaining the permission, Zhongyuanzhong also took over the file to browse. The content is very concise. It is nothing more than a small organization trying to do some business that does not comply with the rules under the nose of PortMafia. This is very common, especially in the past two years. After putting an end to the powder and "human body" business, there will always be people who can't hold back and want to take risks.This is the work of the black lizard, and Zhong also knows that they will politely come to the door today or tomorrow, ask what happened, and then depending on the severity of the situation, use verbal or physical means to make those who do not obey the rules Guys shut up forever.When she turned to the last page, her pupils trembled imperceptibly when she saw the profile photo.

The photo shows a woman with long pink hair. Her facial features have changed a lot in five years, but it still corresponds to the memory when she was 15 years old. The woman in her early 20s wears rich and old-fashioned makeup. In the photo, she is holding an arm No matter how you look at it, it is the arm of a bad social person, with blurred eyes and dilated pupils, yet showing an expression of bliss.

Zhong also knows what it is. She has seen many similar people, or inhaled powder, or injected certain injections. Some people can struggle to get rid of it by willpower, but it is more of a case of loyalty to drugs and denial until it rots completely.

Mori Ogai's voice came from not far away: "Although the children were properly resettled and given a new resettlement place according to the agreement with Chuyaqin, everyone's thinking is that others cannot. Left and right, so..." His voice had just the right amount of embarrassment.

So uncontrollably, this "sheep" returned to the land of Yokohama after a few years, like a mockery of fate.

Once a companion in the "sheep" period.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't say a word either. This information has already given the other party's experience in these years in detail. Women are not important or dangerous people. She can be easily detected in those experiences, such as how the other party can't bear poverty He went astray because of his life, and started to hang around in nightclubs and fireworks. During the period, he had entangled with others and fell in love, but was abandoned. Until now, he met a new meal ticket in Yokohama, but the purpose of the new meal ticket was to use her Come to inquire about the information of someone you once knew—Chuya Chuya, who was called the "King of Sheep" by the outside world, joined PortMafia later, and is now one of the five major cadres.

It's a clichéd story, full of doubts, but it's easy to guess the cause and effect of the incident. The reason is that the good life in the "sheep" period made her unable to bear the gap afterwards. As for the consequences——

"Such a small organization should theoretically have no access to intelligence from five years ago." Nakahara Zhongya said after reading it.

"Of course it's a scapegoat newly cultivated by some foreign forces. The specific clean-up work has been handed over to Black Lizard, but regarding this person... it would be more appropriate for Zhongye to handle it himself." When it doesn't involve PortMafia's foundation , Mori Ogai has always been a reasonable leader, and being considerate of his subordinates is what a leader should do. He has always known that the subordinates in front of him value love and righteousness, and he is unwilling to sacrifice anyone easily, in various senses.

"I understand, BOSS, I will properly resolve this matter within three days." Nakahara Zhongya promised again.

"Ah, I have always believed in Chuya Chi." Mori Ogai said with a chuckle.

This is considered to be an agreement between the two.

After exiting the room and standing in the elevator, Nakahara also glanced at her wrist. The blue plastic ring on her wrist had been discarded when she swore allegiance to join PortMafia. It was not put away like other cherished things. It was thrown directly into the trash can and replaced by thin black gloves.

She had already made a choice at the time.

So, if this matter needs to be perfectly resolved now... the original plan to sleep in the office tonight has to be cancelled.

A little upset.

Anyway, let's call the person in charge of Black Lizard first, she took out her phone and thought helplessly, she doesn't want the other party to be sunk into the sea before she can solve the matter, if it's Akutagawa, she will bite the prey tonight It's an unusual thing.

Wanting a good solution is destined not to be tonight, and there is also a reason that Zhong Ye, who does not want to work overtime for this, finally returned to his residence with a box of bento and some other things bought in the supermarket.

She has several properties in Yokohama, and the salary of a PortMafia cadre is certainly not enough to afford her the money to buy a house. As for the reason why she does not live in the same place for a long time, it is not because she likes the new and dislikes the old, but because——

Pushing open the door, the light was not turned on in the room, and she smelled a little blood on the tip of her nose, and frowned indiscriminately, she put the bento on the living room table, and then, almost without looking, she walked around the room. Another breath stomps on some jerk lying on her new leather couch.

"Sleeping on my sofa while wearing blood-stained clothes, do you want to die? Garbage Dazai!!!"

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