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Even if he was poached and his stubborn subordinates had to deal with the mess, Jasmine never saw such an expression on Lin Taro's face.It has to be said that in the past, his disguises were too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even Mori Mori, who was his half body, would sometimes forget the dark frost buried under the ocean.

Only Saiki Kusuo can completely reduce Rintaro's anger to zero, but now the 'fire extinguisher' is not here, so there is always an object that needs to be tilted.

"Rin Taro seems to be very angry..." Jasmine cautiously probed, the boy turned his face, and the gloomy smile on his face flashed like a comet, "Dear Jasmine sauce, if someone is waiting for you when you finally reach the final plot, Not only did you kill the ultimate boss and snatch the treasure chest, but also reset your progress to zero..."

"Lin Taro stop talking! Jasmine is also very angry now!" The little girl stomped her feet empathetically and became angry, "Lin Taro must take revenge on them!"

"Of course, am I such a tolerant person?"

Lin Taro sat back at his desk, turned on the computer, and tapped on the keyboard. His eyes flashed through the dense information flow, while a creepy and gentle smile was always maintained on his face.

Until Zhongyuan Zhongye came in, the weird smile on the boy's face still hadn't faded.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also really taken aback by this weird smile, he took a step back subconsciously.

"Mr. Zhongye." The boy stood up and picked up a sealed envelope from the table, "I have a task for you."

"Help me deliver this letter to the American consulate." He stared quietly at the orange-haired young man in front of him. Before Zhongya Zhongya came in, he thought that even if he came from the past leader, he would be unstable when he received such news. Emotions.But when he walked in, those dark purple pupils were as calm as ever, as if he didn't know there was such news at all.

But that is impossible, Nakahara Chu also believes that no matter in the past or in the future, the man named Mori Ogai is a leader with a strong desire to control who likes to control everything in his hands.When a person's anger is not shown, it is often a sign that it is just a harbinger of a storm.

"Do you need anything from your subordinates?"

Lin Taro narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Then tell them for me - 'Thank you for the cooperation with Wall Street'."

The members of the Armed Detective Agency began to pay close attention to the movements of the Port Mafia after being attacked by the Port Mafia on TV.But what was unexpected was that apart from adding some new patrolling security personnel to the industries under the port mafia, those construction projects were going to be whatever they were, and they hadn't seen any attacks or fights at all.

"This is not normal." Kunikida Doppo walked back and forth holding the ledger in his hands, his frowning showed his restless heart, "It's impossible to not move at all."

"Calm down, Kunikida-kun, it's easy to go bald if you keep doing this."

"Bastard Dazai! What time is it and you're still lazy!" Kunikida Doppo yelled at the man lying on the sofa as a salty fish, "How could the Mafia endure such a provocation from a combination?"

"Don't worry, Kunikida-kun." Edogawa Ranpo, who was playing with glass beads, said, "That Mori-kun is not so easy to suffer."

"Does Mr. Ranpo have any ideas?"

"There must be movements, but we can't see them now."

"Didn't Mori-kun say before, watch more TV?" Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "Maybe the TV will tell us what Kunikida-kun wants."

"Even the detective agency's intelligence network can't find out, how can the ordinary media..."

After hearing Osamu Dazai's words, Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously turned on the TV: "That... I think it's very possible... The young master was always on the TV before... Mr. Kunikida, watch it! It's out! "

he yelled, pointing at the TV.

"Regarding the attack on the port mafia industry involved last time, our station has invited the relevant person in charge. Let us listen to what this gentleman has to say."

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with the content of the previous news broadcast. Our industry has indeed been attacked." The man in the black suit did not look like a vicious mafia, with meticulous hair and tie, but a Senior white collar.

"Here, we want to announce some more details to the public. In fact, the victims were not only the employees who were working in the building that day, but also a visiting group sent by many famous Wall Street companies to Yokohama for business investigation and cooperation. , and the general director of the Orphan Charity Foundation established before, the two parties originally planned to reach a cooperation plan for the employment of orphans after education..." The man's voice was very low, as if immersed in sadness, "Therefore, we suspect that this is not the case. A commercial assassination sent by an ordinary hostile company, but an attack planned by anti-human terrorists. The purpose is to start with Yokohama as a provocation to the world."

"For this reason, the president has already called the US embassy, ​​the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Yokohama City Government, and the presidents of several Wall Street companies we cooperate with to inform the relevant situation." The man said righteously, "As a responsible Yokohama local club, we will never Terrorists will not be tolerated in Yokohama. For this reason, we have decided to send an intelligence commission on terrorists to a well-known armed detective agency in the industry..."

"Consignment?! We didn't receive the commission, did we?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at Doppo Kunikida suspiciously. The other party held the account book in his hand and stared stupidly at the man talking on the TV.Tanizaki Naomi, who has been serving as an assistant, shook her head: "I didn't receive it. If we received a commission from the Mafia, how could we not report it to the president."

"Then why do they..."

"Can't you see it, Atsushi-kun." Osamu Dazai sat up, resting his chin with his fingers, "They are forcing us to stand in line."

"Not only forced us not to stand on the side of the group, but even the Yokohama government forcibly pulled to the opposite side of the group. As long as the group's identity as a 'terrorist' is confirmed, then they will not get any help in Yokohama , and even the masses will spontaneously resist them.”

"Even in the United States, with the joint statement of assistance from many famous Wall Street companies, even the embassy dare not provide any help to the group."

The corners of his lips became more and more raised, and the smile he raised looked somewhat similar to the smile that Rintaro showed before: "It's really amazing, that Mori-kun."

This revenge is more ruthless than a simple violent attack, that kid is too poisonous, this is to cut off the group's retreat, forcing them to resort to all tricks.Even Osamu Dazai, who used too many shady methods in the past, was shocked by this seemingly undisguised trick.

This method is too terrifying, it is an unsolvable conspiracy that the brat always likes to use.What's more, even the Armed Detective Agency would not dare to take the risk of doing nothing against the 'victim' port mafia that has already occupied the moral high ground.

Not to mention the Supernatural Secret Service Division under the jurisdiction of the government.

"Then, should the detective agency still accept this commission?" Atsushi Nakajima asked.

"If you don't pick it up, you have to pick it up, otherwise the reputation of the detective agency will be ruined." Kunikida Doppo recovered from the state just now, and punched the table, "All Yokohama is watching."

"There's no harm in accepting it. The detective agency didn't intend to agree to the group's request." Edogawa Ranpo said, "Isn't this just right? You don't have to confront the Mafia, which saves a lot of trouble."

"But the Mafia obviously has bad intentions!" Kunikida Doppo was still unwilling, "This is a threat."

"Such a simple 'entrustment' Ranpo adults don't want to care about it." Edogawa Ranpo said that he does not want this kind of 'entrustment' where the answers are all on paper.

"Well, that brat must be waiting for our call." Osamu Dazai shook his phone.

"Those who attain the Dao will be helped a lot, but those who have lost the Dao will be helped a lot." Lin Taro, who relaxed his fingers, watched the end of the interview played on the computer with a smile, "History does not deceive me."

"Rintaro, what did you do again?"

"It's just a little work, dear Jasmine." Lin Taro shook his finger, "I just gave a few media about the photos of the attacks and a little bit of tax evasion by a certain organization over the years. Evidence."

"I believe that the kind-hearted American people will carry forward their tradition of loving rallies and parades, and cheerfully express their demands for 'justice' to the government."

"What a 'beautiful' landscape that would be."

The corners of the boy's curved lips were filled with a gentle smile, and he spit out that soft, icy coldness.

"However, when did Rintaro go to the Armed Detective Agency to make a commission?" Jasmine asked, "I haven't seen Rintaro give such an order?"

"Don't worry, the Armed Detective Agency will definitely take the initiative to find me."

Rin Taro took a sip of black tea, there seemed to be scarlet blood in his pupils, like the blood fused with the gorgeous clothes that spewed out after being stabbed into the chest by a knife, the beautiful and savage killing intent quietly disappeared in the Under heavy frost.

He sat leisurely in the setting sun, the blood color of the dusk covered him with a scarlet robe, his wrist was turned, as if a butterfly rested on his fingertips, the transition between life and death was only in a single thought.

"Rintaro seems pretty sure that the Armed Detective Agency won't reject the commission?"

"Refused? No, Jasmine." Lin Taro's voice was deliberately lowered, as if he was reciting an undeniable theorem, "This is a commission that must exist, even if it does not exist, they must be regarded as existing. "

"Unless—" There was a slight smile in the elongated voice, "They don't want to stay in this city anymore."