Chief Oda won't complain

Ango quickly regained his composure after the initial nervousness, saying, "Mr. Odasaku, we should talk."

I also think we should talk about it.

Although the alley is back from the street, there will always be people walking here, and they don't know lupi.

Dazai from the bar will come out sometime, this place is not so suitable for conversation, I need to take Ango to transfer location.

Maintaining the action of holding him hostage, I was half a step behind Ango, guiding him and me to a place where we would not be disturbed.

We walked through two streets without saying a word to each other. There were no pedestrians on the street, and the street lights emitted a pale light quietly. Only the occasional passing vehicles flickered away like ghosts, and the car lights left short-lived moments on the retina. afterimage.

This kind of tranquility made most of the urgency in the air disappear, and Ango relaxed his body while walking forward, and began to try to formulate: "Mr. Odasaku, do you know something?"

Instead of answering directly, I returned a question: "Ango, can you tell me what it's like to join mimic?"

This is a question I'm really curious about.

Anwu paused, as if he had seized some opportunity, and his speech speed was obviously faster: "Actually, I joined mimic under the order of the leader. I didn't betray the organization. I went to be an undercover agent, so don't misunderstand—"

I hit Ango's back harder with the muzzle of the gun, making him stagger, and successfully blocked his self-justification from behind.I don't want to listen to his nonsense just yet.

After Ango regained his balance, he looked back at me in surprise. I shook my head at him, and then motioned him to keep going, but I hadn't reached the place yet.

In fact, I am not surprised that Ango is still trying to deceive people, and I am not angry because of it. I just wonder how this duplicity friend can confess.

"You answer my questions first, and then I tell you what I know."

This time, Ango grimaced and reluctantly replied: "Of course it feels uncomfortable. On the surface, I joined the mimic. In fact, the mimic has not fully trusted me. It can only be regarded as collusion. I am not the same as them, they are waiting to die the ghost of me, and I just want to do my job."

"So Ango joined Port Mafia with this mentality too?" I asked in a flat voice, "You have always felt that Dazai and I are not of the same kind as you, and that only the Supernatural Secret Service Division can give you a sense of belonging, right? "

Anwu stopped suddenly, and he turned his head and stared at me, his face so pale that I worried about his cardiovascular and cerebrovascular health.

Shouldn't he be advised to go to the hospital for an examination after this incident?

Ango: "No, I didn't think so, I always thought we were friends..."

Ango's voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth, and it sounded like he was squeezing hard gravel from the bottom of his throat.

He took a deep breath, trembling slightly: "Did Dazai-kun also know?"

"I haven't told Dazai yet, I want to hear your thoughts first."

"What are my thoughts?"

"You should know how hurtful you are, right? Both Dazai and I consider you a friend, we trust you, but you failed us."

I gazed into Ango's eyes calmly, "Dazai will be very sad, he may never forgive you."

Ango made a pale voice: "I can't help it... This is the difference of positions, but as long as we let go of each other's positions, we will still be friends, as long as the times change in the future—"

"Why don't you fall?" I interrupted.

"I—what?"

I tried to explain another Ango's degenerate theory: "If you like something, just say you like it, face your heart honestly, don't be bound by rules and regulations like positions, don't force yourself, just take what you want, Don't judge yourself morally. That's depravity."

Ango pursed his lips: "Mr. Odasaku is trying to persuade me to really belong to the port mafia and defect from the Supernatural Secret Service?"

I nodded: "If this is what your heart is inclined to."

"I voluntarily work for the Supernatural Secret Service. I don't want to lie to you, Mr. Odasaku." Ango smiled wryly, "I have never been forced to do anything, I want to do my best to help this city, I want to make this city The country has become better. Therefore, I will not betray the Supernatural Secret Service.”

He bowed to me: "I'm sorry, I have been deceiving you. Since I have exposed my identity, I have no reason to stay in Port Mafia anymore. Please let me go for the sake of friendship between us. Dazai-kun will also let me go." Please pass on my apologies."

I shook my head lightly, not understanding why he thought I could agree: "Actually, I would like to ask Ango again, do you think the existence of port mafia hinders your ideals? The position that Dazai and I are in is to you Is it inappropriate?"

I further forced him with words: "You want the port mafia to disappear, and you think that Yokohama will be better. You have long been waiting to break with us and become enemies. After all, who made us belong to the port mafia."

"No! How can you say that?"

Ango seemed to be a little angry when I said it, his chest heaved violently: "The port mafia is the largest underground organization in Yokohama, and it needs to be monitored, so I am here! But I have never done anything to endanger the port mafia, let alone think about it." I just wanted to make it disappear, and I didn't want to break with you! Although I don't agree with you, we are friends! I'm not the kind of bastard who is ready to backstab my friends at any time!"

I'm a little bit soft-hearted.In fact, there is still a question that needs to be asked, but I am reluctant to say it now.

At this moment, my eyes were not focused on Ango, but Ango seized the opportunity. He suddenly lowered his center of gravity and fell towards me, knocked the gun five or six meters away, and then shrank his shoulders to run.

Without thinking about it, I reached out and grabbed his waist. He swung his elbow back at me and tried to catch his fist.But it didn't hit me. Instead, I hugged him tightly and threw him on the ground.

With a beautiful and neat hug, Ango was thrown to pieces.Dealing with Ango is much easier than dealing with Sakata.

I still remember that when I accepted the commission from Grandma Toshi to catch Sakata, we fought several rounds.

And Sakata and I are just Mandarin teachers in a peaceful world, which is in stark contrast to the current situation.

Anwu really should exercise his body. His escape was too weak and weak, and he failed his personal will, which is sympathetic.

I pinned him to the ground and cleared his throat, deciding to just ask the question.

Not only for myself, but also for Dazai, I must ask a result at this opportunity.

Otherwise, after the matter is exposed, there will never be a chance to ask again, and there will never be a chance to get an answer.

"Ango, what would you do if the Supernatural Secret Service Division ordered you to kill me and Dazai?"

"Wh-that's impossible!" An Wu's face, which was rosy again due to excitement, turned pale in an instant, as if he had suffered a huge fright, and his struggling movements stopped.

His facial features twisted into an embarrassing smile: "Hahaha, how can I kill you? This is already a super cold joke, and I will be the one who will be killed. Please ask Oda to kill you." Mr. pulled me up, the ground was really panicked, I promise I won’t try to escape again, and I will obediently go back with you to be dealt with.”

"I won't let port mafia handle you."

"Really? Are you going to deal with me yourself?"

I didn't pull him up, and I didn't follow his will to let the question just go by like this: "Ango, it's impossible for you not to think about the scene where we are completely opposed. You are not a fool who doesn't think about anything. You should think about it in your heart." There is an answer, right? Would you kill a friend for a stand? Would you shoot me in the head if necessary?"

I had no room for words, Ango couldn't keep his awkward smile any longer, and all the expressions on his face quietly disappeared.

We were silent with each other, confronting each other silently.

Finally, Ango let out a soft breath: "I will save you. Believe it or not, as long as there is still a possibility, I will save you."

His answer was neither a choice to explicitly side with his friends nor a firm stand.It's not about "killing" or "not killing", but "will save".That's a bit of a hack, but it's a good answer.

I let go of the pressure and pulled him up, helping him tidy up his messy clothes and put on his glasses that were askew.Fortunately, none of the lenses were broken just now, and I was quite relieved.

We were very close to each other, Ango stared at me, and suddenly said: "Mr. Odasaku, you are smiling."

"is it?"

I said indifferently, bent down and picked up the gun that had just flown out.

"It was an empty gun. You were just scaring me from the beginning." This time Ango's voice was very determined. "what do you want to do?"

I didn't answer, and Ango changed the way of asking: "From the moment I met Mr. Odasaku in the bar, I felt that Mr. Odasaku was different from usual. You should have discovered my identity earlier. You deliberately put me Take it to a place where no one is around without telling Dazai-kun, do you want me to help you with something, what are your plans?"

"I can't hide it from Ango." I couldn't help but sigh, "I planned to tell you later, but I actually planned to become the leader of the port mafia."

Anwu nodded understandingly: "Understood, so I wanted to be the leader of the port mafia... Wait, what are you going to be? What leader? What is the port!"

Since Ango didn't hear clearly, I repeated what I just said.

But I don’t know why, although I said the same thing, Ango’s reaction was completely different. He seemed to want to rush over and tear my collar for a moment: “Please don’t say such words so plainly! Enough scares already!"

"I'm very sorry."

"Do you know why you are apologizing?"

"I haven't asked for advice yet."

"You...forget it..." Ango wiped his face in discouragement, "I now feel that this is a ridiculous world, so there is nothing strange about it, and I also believe that Mr. Odasaku is not a person who can talk nonsense .

So tell me, do you have the confidence to be the leader?Don't you think it's -- let me see how -- it's outrageous, impossible? "

I think so, but my answer is: "If you don't have confidence, you have to try. So Ango, will you help me?"

An Wu lowered his eyes and fell silent for a moment, then murmured: "This must be a dream... But since it's a dream, I promise you before I wake up."

He raised his head and suddenly chuckled, a gentle smile that fits his personality: "It seems pretty good to be involved in crazy things for friends by chance. And I don't know why there is a voice in my heart telling me that it will only happen if I promise you Good thing."

"Thank you..." That's fine.

Many times I feel that Ango is far more intense than he appears on the surface.He seemed limp and a harmless scholar—

Although he is indeed weak and weak, he should be the most determined and enterprising scholar.

Ango in this world has been doing intelligence work in obscurity, wandering between different organizations. I think this is really weird, like using kitchen utensils forcibly as cleaning tools, which do not match or coordinate.

Ango should lead some subordinates and be a leader who often expresses opinions, such as the chairman of the discipline committee in my world.

Now Ango's gentle smile reminds me of this again. He seems to be looking forward to some kind of shining moment, and wants to break free from the cover of dust. So whether the plan I brought that was intended to torment him is actually in line with his plan? What about your mind?

All in all, the plan went smoothly.

Then the next step is: "Please Ango hide, don't show up recently, don't contact the port mafia and mimic, please secretly investigate Mori Ogai's past, mainly to check his interests and political appeals.

It is possible that his past has been covered up, but his past enemies and friends must still be alive. He is very likely to have graduated from a prestigious school and received higher education, so we can start the investigation from this aspect. "

I successfully recited the main points of the plan, and found that Ango seemed to be stunned, so I slowed down and repeated it.

"Let the Supernatural Secret Service Division do these trivial matters, please put down your weapons now."

A few people came around the corner, except for one leader, the rest were all dressed in black. They should be the leader's subordinates or guards. They looked like they were facing a big enemy, and they all pointed their guns at me.

It was only then that I remembered that I was still holding a gun in my hand, and the scene now looked like I was aiming a gun at Ango to force him to submit.

But the truth is actually the same, but Ango is convinced that the gun in my hand is empty.

Seeing the person coming, An Wu widened his eyes and whispered, "Mr. Farming?"

Gengtian was wrapped in a low-key gray windbreaker, with no hat on his bald head. He was tall and burly, with a somewhat kind appearance. He nodded when he looked at me: "Sir, can you stop bullying my family?" Are you young?"

The gun in his hand was held firmly, full of threats, but his words were more polite.

An Wu hurriedly said: "Mr. Tantian, you have misunderstood—"

"Crack..." I directly pulled the trigger, and the hammer in the gun hit the firing pin, creating a short syllable in the air, which seemed too loud in this quiet night.

All eyes were on me, and the gun that had just been fired in my hand.

"It's empty..." I said, closing the insurance and putting it in my pocket.

Doing so is much more intuitive and efficient than waiting for Ango to explain.

"You are Mr. Oda, you are very courageous." Taneda stared at me and waved back, everyone put away their guns, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

An Wu let out a breath and whispered to me: "You were too reckless just now, what if they subconsciously shoot when they hear the sound of your shooting?"

"It will be fine." I have some confidence in the ability of "Shixiang".

Zhong Tian stared at me sharply, reminding me of an eagle.A few seconds later, he rolled his eyes to look at Ango, and Ango lowered his eyes a little uneasily.

"Hehe, it seems that Mr. Oda is full of confidence. Not only did he not bring any helpers, but he even offered young people from my family as a meeting gift. This is really unique."

I denied it: "Ango is not a meeting ceremony."

"Oh, so why bring him with you on our appointment? Don't you want to show us that you know everything?"

"Actually, I like Ango very much, so I want to ask the farming chief for him."

I ignored Ango's changing expression and hesitant to speak again, and just spoke to the supreme commander of the supernatural spy department: "Please send Ango to my side to do things for me, and when I become the leader, he will automatically belong to the The port is mafia, what do you think?"

The few questions I asked Ango before were actually paving the way for this sentence.Only when I am sure that Ango will not stand up and strongly oppose it at this time, will I choose to go down the planned route.

"Since Mr. Oda can say that, it seems that he has already conquered him. What a great personality."

Geng Tian took out a fan and fanned away the sweat on this cool night. "I can't accept this kind of poaching ability, hahaha——"

I waited for him to finish laughing, and then asked, "Can I?"

"As long as you can really become the leader, you are indeed the most suitable person recommended by Mr. Natsume." Naneda smashed his fan into his palm.

I thought he was coming to hit me, but he just sighed heavily and said, "Come with me please, we'll talk alone."

After that, we talked about "Book", Transcendence and mimic separately, and then we talked about win-win cooperation.

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