Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Chapter 81

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped at the highest level of the port mafia, and the bodyguards guarding the corridor in front of the chief's office raised their machine guns in unison, aiming their guns at the silently closed elevator door neatly and intimidatingly.

The mirror-like smooth elevator doors moved to the two sides, slowly revealing the figures of two top cadres wrestling together.

"Go to hell, bastard mackerel!"

"You slimy disgusting slug! Violent dwarf, black hat stand, rude primitive man with only violence in his mind! What kind of mafia, go to Russia and fight brown bears is the best for you!"

"Then your mackerel is perfect for rotting in the stinking river water!"

"It hurts, hurts, hurts—!"

The kite-haired boy covered in bandages was pinned to the ground with his right hand twisted. The face of a melancholy and beautiful boy was covered with gray and black dust, and he was pressed on the floor of the carpeted elevator and deformed. He grinned his teeth and screamed exaggeratedly in pain, but his long legs were still kicking on Zhongyuan Zhongye's beautiful and expensive black coat, not to be outdone, leaving complete shoe prints one after another on it.

And the top cadre with a half-length orange hair tied loosely behind his head pressed his kneecap against Dazai Osamu's waist, his blue eyes were burning with anger, and the top hat he cherished so much was thrown in the elevator In the corner, a pile of mission reports in black and white was spread messily all over the floor. He twisted Dazai Osamu's wrist backwards with one hand, while the other hand was clenched into a fist and raised high. He was about to punch Dazai Osamu's mocking Meaningful face.

At this moment, the elevator door opened quietly, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also subconsciously turned his head away, and saw the indescribably complex expression on the face of the bodyguard in black suit, which even the sunglasses couldn't cover.

Under the shocked eyes that seemed to say "I didn't expect the cadres of Zhongyuan to do such a thing", Nakahara Nakahara was shocked by Osamu Dazai and ran away from home, and he realized his unsteady gaffe The appearance was exposed in front of the guard team directly under the leader, and a burst of heat suddenly rose from his face, and even his face became stiff.

Zhongya Nakahara stood up from Osamu Dazai with the same hands and feet, coughed twice as a cover-up, picked up the somewhat old gentleman's hat from the corner of the elevator, shook it, and put it back on his head as if nothing had happened. .

The two bodyguards in black suits standing on both sides of the elevator door and in the front row were also quite winking. One stepped forward and blocked the elevator door, and the other helped Zhong Yuanzhong also pick up the mission reports scattered on the carpet, sorting them out one by one. Well, I respectfully handed both hands to Nakahara Chuya.

And Zhong Yuanzhong, who had no face to see people, only felt his cheeks were hot, pulled the brim of his hat in embarrassment, took the mission report, said "thank you", then lowered his head and quickened his pace, just wanting to escape from such a society quickly on site.

But Osamu Dazai was different, he didn't feel embarrassed at all, since he was already being pressed on the carpet, he simply turned over and lay on his side, with one arm curled up to support his cheek, his long legs bent aggrievedly He got up and got stuck in the narrow elevator, as if he used the elevator as his own sofa.

In this posture, he took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket with his other free hand, and took a frenzied shot of Zhong Yuanzhong's embarrassed and unlovable appearance, loudly Laughing, "Chuya is really shameless. On the first day back to Yokohama, he used violence against his own people in front of his subordinates. It's terrible~ Everyone can see that Zhongya is also a violent man who beats his own people. Oh~”

Nakahara Nakaya died and refused to turn back. His steps were obviously a little faster. Nakahara Nakahara, who was immersed in the shame of social death, also forgot the few kicks that Osamu Dazai kicked on him. In this way, he walked towards the chief's office wearing the pitch-black coat with several complete shoe prints. The high-grade fabric with full drape was slightly lifted in the air, showing Osamu Dazai's feet in all directions and without blind spots for the guards to watch.

Osamu Dazai laughed even harder, Kacha Kacha and a few more photos were preserved.

The bodyguard who helped block the elevator door said politely, "Mr. Dazai, are you here to find the leader?"

If it is, please get up from the elevator quickly, if not, then he already wants to let go and let the elevator door close.

After all, Mr. Dazai's expression was too irritating, not to mention the Central Plains cadres, even he couldn't help but harden his fists.

"Well, yes." Osamu Dazai slowly got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and walked out of the elevator refreshed. The bandages on his body were a little loose due to the fight just now, but Osamu Dazai was fine. Pay attention, he only stretched a long way and walked towards the chief's office.

"I happened to have some business with Mr. Mori."

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When Osamu Dazai entered, Chuya Nakahara had just started to report on the mission, and he didn't avoid suspicion, so he just stood by and listened openly.

"...Because of the pricing problem of the arms and weapons smuggling chain, we had two conflicts with the local Russian mafia over there, both of which ended in our victory. After that, they were willing to sit down and discuss the issue of profit distribution. Here is the file, you can take a look..."

Under Dazai Osamu's unabashed and irritating eyes, Nakahara Nakahara completed the 10-minute long report without squinting, while Mori Ogai flipped through the detailed and clear mission report, and expressed his gratitude to Nakahara Nakahara. He also gave a high degree of praise for his work.

"It's been hard work for you over there, Chuya." Mori Ogai said, "The mission period this time is also rare and long. After finally coming back, let's take a good rest for a few days." He said with a smile, "Task The rewards have been transferred to your card, if you have any other rewards you want, feel free to mention them to me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also put the palm of the leather glove on the heart, bowed slightly and said, "It is a matter of course to work for the organization."

With such a movement, he immediately exposed the shoe prints on his clothes that had been soiled by Osamu Dazai.

Mori Ogai's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could roughly guess what happened, and the smile on his face deepened. He pointed to the hem of Nakahara Chuya's clothes with some evil intentions, and said, " Chuya, the clothes are dirty, uh...it looks like a shoe print."

Zhong Yuan was also startled, and hurriedly pulled the hem of his clothes behind him, and sure enough, he saw a few complete shoe prints on it, and he immediately guessed that it was Osamu Dazai who kicked him just now.

The bastard!

Although he was gnashing his teeth with anger, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't show a gaffe in front of Mori Ou.

He could only pretend to be calm and took off the coat first, hung it on his arm and gathered it up to cover up the unclean shoe prints.

But Dazai Osamu likes to make remarks that embarrass Nakahara Chuya, he immediately made up the knife, and said in an exaggerated surprised tone, "Chuya unexpectedly met Mr. Mori in a disheveled manner, even with such a big body. I didn’t even see the shoe prints, could it be that I’m dissatisfied with Mr. Mori!”

Being exposed to this kind of thing again in front of Mori Ogai made him unable to even deceive himself.

At this moment, Nakahara really considered Dazai Osamu's suggestion, and wanted to fly back to Russia immediately before the time difference returned, and live in another country.

Fighting with a brown bear is not something that cannot be tolerated.

Before Nakahara Chuya's patience reached its limit, Mori Owai coughed twice, and stopped the outbreak of a big war with the timing machine, "Dazai, enough is enough, stop teasing Chuya."

He turned his head to Zhongyuan Zhongya and said, "Zhongye, go back and rest first." He expressed his condolences tactfully, lest the only model worker of the port mafia run away, "I will send someone to send you a A new coat passed."

Nakahara Chu, whose ears were already burning red, couldn't say a word, but nodded slightly to Mori Ogai, and then walked out of the chief's office stiffly.

On the first day Nakahara Chuya came back, he presented him with a wonderful meeting ceremony. Dazai Osamu was quite satisfied, even when facing Mori Ogai, the smile on his face was two points real.

"Dazai-kun, do you have anything to report this time?"

Mori Ogai asked first.

"It's about the Black Organization," Osamu Dazai said.

"Huh?" Mori Ogai frowned and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Ah, that's not true." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "It's just because I may have a big move in the future, so I came to report to Mr. Mori in advance."

Mori Ogai narrowed his scarlet pupils slightly, and said, "Since I handed you the Silver Hand, I have absolute confidence in you, Dazai-kun, and you can do whatever you want."

Osamu Dazai didn't take Mori Ogai's words as the truth. He knew that Mori Ogai said it nicely, but in fact he would not relax his guard against him at all. If he really didn't report to Mori Ogai Just deploy personnel within the port mafia, and then Mori Ogai's assessment of his danger will rise immediately.

"Well, even though I said that, I think it is still necessary to communicate with Mr. Mori in advance." Osamu Dazai raised his voice slightly at the end of his speech, "Because this time, I need to stage—"

"—but a wonderful play called [Usurpation]."

As soon as this word came out, the atmosphere in the chief's office froze instantly, as if a dark, viscous, murderous breeze was surging in the air between the two of them, they were cautiously confronting each other.

Mori Ogai crossed his hands and covered his mouth, his scarlet pupils were slowly flowing with unpredictable emotions.

He said normally, "Dazai-kun can tell me, why do you need to do this scene?"

Osamu Dazai just smiled slightly, and spoke briskly with an unobtrusive mystery.

"Of course it's to fulfill your wish, Mr. Mori."