mousepad-d2 Chapter 8
Chapter 8
The time is pulled to the morning.
The boss of the mysterious organization that Osamu Dazai and Ranpo Edogawa paid attention to, the evil bastard who tricked underage gifted girls, is clocking in at work in a well-behaved manner.
"The chairman of the Beichuan Group entrusted us to help find evidence of his wife's infidelity." The leader of the intelligence team solemnly stuffed the camera and documents into the hands of Yinwu String Music: "Onewu, it's up to you."
His left eye is written with trust, and his right eye is written with cheer: "You are a talent recommended by the cadres of the Central Plains, and you will definitely not let me down."
Holding the thermos cup with both hands, Yin Wuxian Yue squinted his eyes because of something inexplicably stuffed in his chest, and agreed to the task in a lazy tone: "I will finish it, team leader."
"It's a wonderful day, you think so, system." Yin Wuxian walked out of the gate of the port mafia, secretly poking the dead system in his heart.
Regarding the fact that the idle guard promised by the system was suddenly transferred to another group and was entrusted with the work of a private detective.
He has all the thermos ready, intends to become a qualified doorman, live a retired life with a small blanket and a soft recliner, but within half an hour of going to work, he is picked up by the upper class who has nothing to do to recruit a new one. Out of the guard room.
If he hadn't suppressed his physical instincts and was kicked against the wall to prove that he is really a little waste with no individual skills and only a face, his salty fish life might have disappeared in smoke.
Then, before Yin Wuxian could manually disfigure himself, he was thrown into the intelligence team, under the pretense of not being able to waste talents.
He has such a good-looking face, how could he become a sharp weapon to hinder fishing.
The system is inexplicably guilty, but retorts confidently: [This can't be blamed on me, who made your temperament so outstanding]
The identity he arranged for Yinwu Xianle was to replace someone in this world, and the original owner who made a deal with them was just an ordinary black second generation. The gleaming temperament among the old men.
[Okay, as compensation, I can provide you with information] The system proudly said: [I can provide you with all the information in this world]
"I want to resign." Yinwu Xianle sighed: "But resigning from this kind of organization will be more troublesome."
[Cannot leave the job] The system is helpless: [Because the foundation of the world is unstable, and the core of this world is the three major organizations in Yokohama, so you must work in one of them. Considering that the mafia is similar to your previous career, the system made this arrangement 】
"Where's the Armed Detective Agency, can I work there?" Otonashi Xianle said his whimsy, and then denied it.
Edogawa Ranpo and Osamu Dazai were both there, so it was inconvenient for him to go.
Ability Secret Service Section or something, it sounds like a gathering place for social animals.
[The port mafia has a very strict attitude towards traitors. Once discovered, even the guards will never let them go. You will face endless pursuit and harassment. After you are caught, you will be poured into the sea to fill the sea , or knocked on the concrete platform and got his jaw broken and shot three times]
The young man with light gray eyes squinted his eyes, and felt a little emotional about the punishment method mentioned by the system: "It takes three shots to kill someone, but only one shot for gin."
[Because the attitude of punishing traitors is important to the mafia organization, that is, the 'sense of ritual' of you humans, are you talking about gin and marksmanship well? 】
"It's very good, and I hate traitors." Yin Wuxian touched the newly issued gun on his waist, and the familiar feeling made him a little dazed: "The undercover traitor killed by Qin Jiu is worse than the members of the organization's code name." many."
After rebirth, his calloused hands became delicate and soft, a bit softer than a croupier's hands raised with milk, and the scars all over his body disappeared. Chunchun is a pampered young master: "If it weren't for me, I'm sure I'm really It’s a man, I’m going to doubt the aesthetics of your main system.”
[You look good] The system is puzzled: [Could it be, do you believe in "scars are meritorious deeds of men", if so, I can call back your body data for you]
"No, those wounds are too ugly." Yin Wuxian retorted the system: "It's good if it's gone, at least you can be treated as a weak little waste to do the work of a private detective." The team leader gave him a whole lot A one-week survey.
If it were his original body, with that thick layer of gun calluses and gunshot wounds all over his body, Yin Wuxian would be afraid of being used as an undercover agent by the port mafia.
According to Yin Wuxian Yue's observation, this mafia, a behemoth that covers the entire city, is more arrogant than the police, even if its status is a little lower than that of an international organization, the military police are probably willing to put elite undercover agents in it.
To be honest, Yin Wuxian didn't understand how the organization started. The more he went, the more shocked he was. Scotch, Bourbon, Kiel, Rye, Riesling, Chivas Regal, Jager... most of the organization Elite cadres are almost all undercover agents.
Those with outstanding abilities are all undercover agents.
The abilities of Chianti and Cohen are quite satisfactory. After more than ten years of sniping and shooting 600 yards, they can only hit the waste of wheels...
Yin Wuxianle himself and non-professional snipers have all hit 650 yards.
Could it be that when Renye Karasuma founded the organization, he sent a message on the dark web, and then the Metropolitan Police Department, Public Security, M16, FBI, and CIA stuffed their own elites in to work?
Teach you to create an organization step by step.
"I think I can learn from the boss's approach." Yin Wuxian smiled slightly: "Do you think I will do the same, how about it?"
[Not necessary] The system couldn't help breaking the illusion of Yin Wuxian: [The task is not required, of course, if you want, the system can provide money, but I think you don't want to add work burden to yourself]
"It makes sense." Yinwu Xianle finally arrived at the coffee shop kindly provided by the system: "As long as I take a few photos of Mrs. Beichuan dating her lover, I can fish for a week, right?"
[It is true, but please let me remind you that the 'detective' you released has been lying in the book cafe for an hour. Although I don't want to rush you to do the task, I still suggest you hurry up, after all, there are long nights and dreams.]
"I'll order later." Smiled friendly with the waiter, Yin Wuxian Yue exchanged her excellent face for the waiter's favor, found a hidden corner to sit down, and unfamiliarly controlled the food that was released. vest.
Lying on the desk, the girl who fell asleep with her single twist in her arms suddenly straightened up. There was no emotion in her eyes, just like the glass beads of a puppet in the window. In the next second, the dead silence degenerated into a vibrant emerald green, and the girl came back to life. , she stretched out her hand to tidy up the crumpled shirt, and walked out of the book cafe.
In the eyes of the detective girl, a steady stream of information poured into the brain, useful and useless, good and bad mixed up.
"Head hurts a bit." Otonashi String Music rubbed the temple of the main body, but it was Funagawa Asaka who hurt, not him, and it was useless for him to rub: "If you change someone, your brain is already burnt out."
[Get used to it, you will get used to it, you have done a good job with one mind and two tasks]
"Indeed." Otonashi fiddled with the camera on the table with one hand: "Funagawa Asaka's body is indeed used to the pain of information overload."
This view of the world with no secrets is undoubtedly a useful tool.
"Was she ever a living person?" Otonashi String Music browsed the memory attached to Funagawa Asaka's vest and asked.
As a tool, Funagawa Asaka is perfect, but as a person who can think for herself, the situation of Funagawa Asaka is very intriguing.
[Who knows?] The system said vaguely: [You can understand that she is a living person, or that she is a personality compiled for your convenience. After all, the 'Mr.' she is obsessed with is not you 】
"I'm looking forward to the mission." Yin Wuxian rested his chin on one hand, and played with the camera with the other hand, looking out the window casually, waiting for the arrival of Mrs. Beichuan and her lover: "Treat life as a role-playing and decryption game Come late, this resurrection is interesting."
[I said you won't regret it] The system said: [Mrs. Beichuan is here]
Otonashi String Music withdrew her attention from Asaka Funagawa, raised the camera, clicked a few times, and took a picture of this high-ranking lady, arm in arm with her poorly dressed lover.
【In the evening, Mrs. Beichuan and her lover reserved a room at the Haifang Hotel. After taking that photo, your target for this week has been completed】