I saved the world after jumping backwards

Osamu Dazai pushed open the door of the management room at the backstage of the casino. His steps were not too big, and he was even a little leisurely. When he passed the casino lobby, there were bodyguards holding guns, or people who were interrupted by gambling Whether he was a gangster or not, everyone showed panic expressions because of this young man who was so leisurely as if he was strolling in the garden.

No one dared to stop him.

Fear of the port Mafia has long been ingrained in the hearts of everyone, including the newly appointed manager Nomura.

His hands are clenched into fists, and cold sweat is already breaking out in his heart. He was promoted to his current position because the former manager, Hayata, was killed. Although the incident of "Treasure" disappeared, he doesn't know why his superiors asked him to hand over to the port Mafia. Solve it, but he knows that if the port Mafia knows the secret of the black church, all his previous efforts will be in vain.

But so far there is only one way to deal with it.

His originally panicked expression calmed down with his thoughts, he winked at the deputy at the side, and then enthusiastically said to Dazai: "Mr. Dazai, if you need to inspect the management room, let me guide you. "

Dazai just narrowed his iris-colored eyes, smiled lightly and said, "Okay."

"Here is the power distribution room, and there are offices and tea rooms over there."

As he walked, Nomura introduced the various places in the management room, starting from the beginning, opening the doors one by one and inspecting them. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the thin young man who was yawning and looking weak, and wondered if he was making too much of a fuss.

When passing a certain room, Nomura rubbed his hands by mistake and said, "The place over there guarded by bodyguards is the financial office, so I won't show you around..."

But Dazai stopped where he was, and his kite-colored eyes looked straight at him, "Mr. Nomura, right?"

Nomura's head was sweating from his stare, he nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes."

"Don't be so nervous, I've always wanted to ask you a lot of questions from the very beginning." Dazai's exposed eye was bent, and it looked like a gentle smile, but there was an inexplicable sense of danger breath.

"Your organization's expectation is to recover the "treasure" worth 30 billion US dollars, but you don't mention any information about the "treasure". Instead, it leads us to find and kill the former manager... You seem to be very convinced , is it the same criminal who stole the "treasure" and killed the former manager?"

Never let this guy know the secret of the Black Church!Don't let Port Mafia know about the "Treasure"!I have to think of an explanation to prevaricate.

"That, that's because—"

But the other party failed to do what Nomura wished, Dazai ignored him directly, and said to himself: "Hey, Mr. Nomura, what do you think is the most important point in doing business?"

"Of course it's honesty, Mr. Nomura. No matter what you do in this world, you need to be honest. I don't care if the big shots behind you are calling the shots in other places, but ah..."

"But in Yokohama, if you break the "rules", you will be punished by Port Mafia, although I have also thought that no one is really brave enough to violate the "rules" set by Port Mafia in Yokohama. "

The black-haired boy put his thumb against his lips, as if he was thinking, but when he looked up and saw Nomura's pale face and the bodyguard with a gun pointed at him, he smiled, even if the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at him , he has no fear at all.

"Speaking of which, it's been less than a year since your organization came to Yokohama to do business. It's amazing to have such a momentum in such a short period of time. You must have made a lot of money..."

"—Human Trafficking and Drug Trading."

"Kill him!!!" Nomura shouted tremblingly after being told the secret of the organization.

The sound of gunshots seemed to reach the guests above, and there were screams and scattered sounds immediately. The black-haired boy loaded his pistol while walking through the hail of bullets, and he killed the bodyguard on the side with two shots. , The smoking muzzle of the gun came to Nomura's forehead.

"Mr. Nomura, you are really..." He looked at Nomura who was shaking like a sieve, showing a complaining expression, "Screaming so loudly, I thought you had some secret weapon."

"—Fortunately, I was looking forward to it a little bit."

With cold eyes, he pulled the trigger.

……

Zhongyuan Zhong was also in a secret passage at this time, he used supernatural powers all the way to beat down all the guys who blocked him, and finally found the end.

"This kind of place actually has such a big basement, and it's so dark."

He found a long corridor, which was barely illuminated by the dim light, and there were moths flying around the light from time to time. There seemed to be many rooms on both sides of the long corridor, and each door revealed only a small He frowned at the iron door of the window, and found a random room to look in.

The facilities inside are very simple, a bed, a table, a chair and a toilet, it is simply a prison configuration, but Nakahara Chuya's expression is getting more and more serious.

Lying on the bed was a trembling figure, it was not difficult to see that it was a girl about his own age.

"...I beg you...give me some more medicine...I will be obedient...I will never run away again..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists, and checked several other rooms one after another. The situation was the same, and he even witnessed a child holding a handful of white powder in his hands, and inhaling intoxicatedly.

The air seemed to be filled with some sweet fragrance, and the child also flushed with a happy smile, immersed in some kind of illusion.

But Zhong Yuanzhong only felt anger, and anger burned his reason, urging him to completely destroy this hell.

So he continued to walk forward, and finally got rid of the sweet and disgusting smell, but at this time the smell turned into a damp musty smell again, and Chu Fa's young man frowned in disgust, but soon appeared in a daze. expression, then quickened his pace and walked forward.

It smells like blood.

"Hey, Dazai, when did you come?" Nakahara Nakaya walked up to the black-haired boy squatting at the door of a certain room, he gritted his teeth and said, "I've already seen it over there."

Nakaya looked at the passage in front of Dazai, and there were several inhuman corpses lying on the ground. To be precise, they were cut into several sections, but they were subtly similar to the corpses of the former manager. The bloody smell just now came from here. here.And the door of the room next to Dazai was also divided into several sections, revealing the empty room inside.

"These people are..."

"The bodyguards who patrolled here before," Dazai lazily replied, he was still squatting on the ground, fiddled with a pager as if he was playing a game console, "This one is broken, it's really nerve-wracking, I can no longer It's used."

"You guy, why are you playing so hard on a communicator at this time?! And what is the situation!"

Dazai stood up with a "hey" sound, patted the dust on his body, stuffed the communicator into his pocket casually, and said casually: "It's obvious, isn't it? This is the room where the stolen "treasure" once stayed. , Zhongye."

"Up to now, there is no one in there, and 'Treasure' has already escaped! Then these patrolling bodyguards and the former manager were all killed by 'Treasure'?" Seeing Dazai walking forward, Chuya followed His footsteps, "Where are you going now?"

"Of course it's to take away our reward." Dazai replied briefly.

"--what?!"

Dazai glanced at him, sighed heavily, and walked forward while talking: "The incident is estimated to be over, the "treasure" worth 30 billion is actually a supernatural person, and has already escaped. Mr. Nomura, the new manager, has dealt with it, and the reward promised to Mafia at the port must not be counted, so compared to bringing back such useless information..."

The black-haired boy took out a needle out of nowhere, opened the door at the end of the corridor with a few clicks, and a gorgeously decorated room came into view.

Dazai kicked open the bookcase as if walking into his own home, and found the safe hidden behind. He clapped his hands, and said to Zhong who stood beside him with his hands in his pockets: "Okay, Chuya, don't just be dumbfounded, open it quickly."

……

There were successive bombing attacks in the neighborhood where the black church is located.

The first explosion happened on the top floor. Fortunately, no one was injured in this explosion, and only the gamblers around were scared away.If the first explosion could be described as gentle, the second attack directly leveled all the bars and casinos in that block.

However, most people are still accustomed to this situation. After all, the city of Yokohama is always turned upside down by gangsters or supernatural beings.

Mori Ogai looked at Yokohama, which is still peaceful today, from the floor-to-ceiling windows. In his hand was a book that recorded black church smuggling people and drugs. He lowered his head and sighed, reciting poems in a long way Said in a similar tone: "The children who disappeared before were taken away by the police, and the financial crisis of the port mafia has also been resolved. It's really gratifying, Alice sauce."

"Rin Taro is so hypocritical!" Alice put down the crayon in her hand and stuck out her tongue at him, "I really want to see that 30 billion dollar 'treasure'."

"Hey—is Alice-chan jealous? I only like Alice-chan." In order to prove what he said, the man threw away the account book and hurriedly coaxed the blond girl with a puffy face.

In the ledger he threw aside was a half-remaining photo. In the photo, the boy had long silver hair, cherry-colored lips, and a black leather collar with decorations on his fair and slender neck.

But this photo was torn off in half by someone with malicious intentions, leaving others with infinite reverie and regret.

Ah, who is this wicked fellow?

A black-haired boy who was about to hang himself sneezed.

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I fell asleep because I was too sleepy last night (to finger)

I'll see if I can add another chapter later today, please comment quq