The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Port, PortMafia headquarters.

"Doctor Sen, you are finally back. What the boss told you...?"

The guerrilla captain stepped forward with a smile while wiping his sweat. The man stopped and took a step back with a humble smile: "Hello, what's the matter?"

"What the BOSS explained..." He repeated what he didn't finish, and the doctor laughed: "As the captain of the guerrillas, do you think you should be in line to hear my report before the BOSS?"

The air is filled with a sticky feeling, the air conditioner is running normally, and the weather is far from the scorching summer, which makes people radiate heat from the spine for no reason.

"Um, no, that..."

The man faltered and snorted a few times, and glanced at the chief's office involuntarily.He has a premonition that danger is coming, and he feels that no one around him is trustworthy, so of course he will behave in panic and be at a loss.

The carved gate made of whole logs is magnificently painted with gold and silver, and the ruler of the night sits inside.

The doctor waited for a while, raised his eyebrows with a smile, and said in a teasing tone full of malice, "If there is nothing special, please forgive me and leave."

The moment he turned around, his smile turned into sarcasm—but he was defeated, and the loser had the right to howl.

After all, no sound was made, the guerrilla captain opened and closed his mouth dryly, and finally could only watch Mori Ogai being put into the chief's office by the guards.

There is no chance!To be disposed of!This guy must have tampered with it, damn it!

The atmosphere in the chief's office was heavy, dark and dirty.The dark green European-style wallpaper brings a strong sense of decay. The old man who is dying sits on a large wooden chair in the center, facing several cadres, and the bodyguards in black stand with their hands behind their backs.

"Where is the result I want?"

The slightly nervous shrill voice stimulated everyone's eardrums, and the bodyguards, as well as the few cadres who were here before, all held their breath.Only the doctor stepped forward calmly and said with a smile: "The things arrived safely, I tested them myself. The quality is very good, and the purity can be said to be the best of its kind."

Immediately another person appeared and knelt down at the old man's feet to verify what he said was true.The leader was satisfied, and turned to continue to target other subordinates: "Where is the person I asked you to find? Have you found it?"

Whether it was the cadres in charge of intelligence or other members of the organization, they all bowed their heads and remained silent.

"Trash! Bastard! How could a mercenary from a foreign country be found? What are those ghosts trying to do when they come to this old man's territory? Murder the old man!"

The sound of vigorously slapping the armrest echoed layer upon layer in the empty room. The doctor raised his head slightly and exchanged glances with his colleagues, each seeing the ambition hidden deep in the pupils of the other.

The leader is really confused, even a piece of unconfirmed information can make him restless as if facing a big enemy.

The fear left by the defeat in the previous generation is deeply rooted in the bone marrow. As long as European and American countries are mentioned, the old people such as the old chiefs are all sensitive.But the times have changed after all, young people secretly show their fangs and claws——

Until now, members of the international mercenary organization who have never appeared in front of others have not released hostility against PortMafia.Although there is also no good intentions, at least it doesn't look harmful for a short time.Can't it be regarded as a neighbor who has moved in to do intelligence business and wait and see for a while?

Wantlessly pushing people with unknown positions to the opposite side, isn't this creating a block for yourself? !

"Go and find this old man! Anyone who is similar, as long as they are found, they will be killed on the spot!"

Like a ignited volcano, the old man spewed out a large amount of breath, and was extremely nervous about all factors that might threaten his rule: "I don't believe it anymore, there are also intelligence dealers that PortMafia can't catch!"

The intelligence dealer who was "captured" last had no expression on his face, which disappointed many people who were going to watch the joke.

"Yes! Boss."

Everyone bowed their heads in unison and remained silent, no matter how much they slandered in their hearts, no one dared to show doubts on their faces.

Seeing his subordinates bowing their heads and listening to each other obediently, the anger emanating from the old man's body temporarily eased a bit, and then he remembered something, and turned his head to signal to the bodyguard: "Where is that idiot? Are you still standing outside and getting in the way?"

The bodyguard remained motionless, quietly waiting for the order. BOSS doesn't need talkative people, he just needs tools.

The old leader of PortMafia leaned back on the wooden chair and panted for a while, then waved his hand and ordered: "Let him... go and clean up the smuggling dock near the garrison area for me, alone, hurry up."

This is a death penalty notice in disguise.Even if he can come back alive, the organization will take the initiative to "help" the guerrilla leader disappear in Tokyo Bay in order to get out of trouble. If he doesn't go, what awaits him will be a bullet from behind.The bodyguard bent down and took the order to leave. The others waited for nearly half an hour, and saw that the boss had no new ideas before bowing and retreating.

"Doctor Sen, you don't even have any news from you?" The girl in red rolled up her sleeves and smiled coquettishly. She dared to raise her voice after leaving the chief's office for a while: "The Denardi mercenary group has always only operated in Europe and Africa. It is impossible for people to sneak into the island country without any rumors."

The opponent came from a long way across half of the world, what is the purpose?

"Well..." The man lowered his eyes, and put his fingers in his pocket inadvertently: "I really don't have any useful information about that 'witch'."

Thénardier Mercenary Group, the notorious "subversive".At first, it was organized by a retired French military officer. It was dedicated to overthrowing the power of small countries, and it was best at fishing in troubled waters to grab benefits.The current leader of this mercenary group has controlled the internal affairs of a certain African country for decades. As the well-known overlord, he has made people miserable. Only 20 years ago, he was completely driven out of the country by the indigenous residents who rebelled against the tyranny.Since then, the Thénardier Mercenary Corps has restrained a lot in its behavior, but whenever there is an abnormal change of regime in a European country, there are more or less their shadows behind it.

"The earliest record that can be traced back to this code name was a year and a half ago, and it first emerged in the civil strife in Eastern European countries. Ah... the kinship of those royal families is too complicated, and there are inheritance laws and religious factors involved, said I honestly don't know."

Probably because of this "feat", the 'witch' was noticed by the Italian mafia prison, although not on the wanted list, but not too far away.Being able to list the Avengers shows that this person is definitely not a small role in the turmoil. So far, the official has only set up a file for this rookie who only has a code name and has not even revealed his pseudonym.After that, the "witch" seemed to have been working with the mercenary group for money, and she couldn't see her previous activity at all, acting like a diligent social animal.

If only PortMafia could recruit such useful talents!The shot is as fast as thunder, and there is no delay in doing what you should do in daily life.

Mr. Sen sighed: "That's really childish nonsense, and even involves the change of kingship in some small countries. The reliable news I got here is that he was also involved in the recent famous child abuse case in the United States." Well, the Denardi mercenary group made a lot of money in it. Maybe they offended too many people, so they had to change their lives again."

"Really!" Ozaki Koyo put down his sleeves: "I really want to meet this interesting colleague."

Rather than adding such an invisible enemy, she prefers that the "witch" can become a reliable colleague.

No one likes to put obstacles in their way like the old chief.

"Even if Mr. Hongye wants to know this 'witch', I really have no choice! Except for the code name, all the private information about him is false. There are too many clues and too complicated to be verified. Even the most basic I can't even determine the gender and age, so where can I find it!" Mr. Mori lamented genuinely.

Private docks, smuggling boats, smugglers, all traceable routes have been tried, and the "witch" is just like his code name, his whereabouts are mysterious and unpredictable.

"Alas..." Ozaki Hongye sighed: "There is no doubtful candidate on the black market. It is impossible for him to come to our place for vacation, and he doesn't even do business?"

"Maybe...he has a reason to keep silent." Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes.

No matter where the "witch" comes from, as long as it does not conflict with his purpose, it can be developed into a partner.

PortMafia couldn't find the infiltration channel of the "witch" no matter what. Is there a possibility that this person simply took the official route directly among ordinary passengers?That was really unusually calm and bold.The number of daily inbound and outbound passengers at the customs is dizzying, not to mention whether these data can be exported to private hands, even if you get PortMafia, you can't organize so many people to analyze them one by one.

It's slippery and you can't hold it at all!

Or, you can think about why he came all the way and kept silent... Why?

Mr. Sen's brains were almost mixed and he couldn't think of it.

——Of course it's because I just finished moving and I'm busy tidying up the house!

The house prepared by the Ministry of the Interior cannot be said to be useful or not, at least it does not meet the minimum requirements of a normal person for a "home".Except for the extremely simple furniture, home appliances and some textiles, there are not many cat hairs, not to mention how shabby it is.

Nothing is more important to little Alice than filling the household in time.Anyway, the person who drove them here said that no matter what they encounter, they must contact him and report it. Of course, the top priority of asking for money cannot be postponed for a few months.

So she drew a long list in front of Shiina, dialed the number left by the staff and went straight to the topic: "Hi Uncle, can Uncle help me find my father? I need XXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXX..."

Anyway, these expenses will be passed on to Mr. Mori for repayment in the end, and they will not be spent in vain.

Of course, the staff was not happy to let the mother and daughter of Vergent have any unreasonable contact with Mori Ogai.He only listened to a few sentences, and confirmed that the list included only some household appliances, furniture, and clothing, and there was nothing out of the norm or that might be out of the norm.Before hanging up the phone, he asked Little Alice to write an application directly to the Ministry of Internal Affairs through Shiina.

Under normal circumstances, not only will such a small request not be rejected, but the entourage will also take the opportunity to stuff in some invoices obtained from other places, which belongs to the "way to make money" that everyone in the system knows well.

Compared with the heavy and lengthy work, this extra compensation is the only consolation for civil servants.

Little Alice has calculated this kind of mentality that is common all over the world, and unceremoniously added some electrical tools that have nothing to do with household use in the second half of the list.

Nail scissors and ear picks are not handy. If you want to rub something suitable, you must rely on professional tools.

After half a month, she got a reply from the staff: "I will take you to the imported supermarket in the commercial street to purchase, think about what is missing, and make up for it at once."

"Okay! Thank you, Uncle!" Little Alice smiled.

Since Fat Sheep bleats and takes the initiative to send it to the door for slaughter, then don't blame others for being rude.