Mori Chef's self-cultivation

The rumbling tremor continued.

At the same time, there was also the sound of chaotic firefights in the lobby responsible for receiving guests.Obviously, outsiders who bombed the building invaded the scene of the reception and collided head-on with the black suits stationed in the corridor, creating the sound of a fierce confrontation.

Fortunately, because it was still early, the invited personnel basically had not had time to show up, so there were not too many casualties caused by stray bullets.

However, the vacancy list also included Ozaki Momiji and A as cadres, as well as the Black Lizard Squad led by Hirotsu Yanagi, which would inevitably greatly weaken the fighting power of the Hong Kong-Black side.

As for the other three high-level executives, two of them are brain power faction, the only fighting faction that bears hope and is known as the top physical master in the organization. , it is obvious that there is no hope of re-supporting.

In other words, as the leader, Mori Ogai is facing an unprecedented crisis.

To use an inappropriate analogy, as far as he feels, he probably spared time to play a dress-up game with the supernatural body, but when he opened the cabinet, he found that all the beautiful dresses had been scooped up by the cat's paws at some point. It's so clean it's refreshing.

"Dazai-kun?"

Although he had a vague feeling that the flames of war burning outside were definitely related to the sticky little guy in his arms, but when he recalled the students who specially teased him to watch some sideshow before, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

That's right, there's more than one cat that's playing tricks.

The black-haired boy who was named couldn't help shrugging, with a bored look of being too lazy to cover up his crimes, and after yawning, he slowly announced the truth: "In order to catch someone's exposed little tail, I tried to drive away irrelevant people." The personnel arranged the trap in advance. Who knows, the other party predicted the course of action, took advantage of the absence of everyone, and launched a surprise attack on this place..."

After all, he blinked the one-sided kite eye outside the bandage, releasing the false light waves of "I really tried my best".

The appearance of needing to be beaten made the forehead of the first generation twitch.

Osamu Dazai has always been like this when speaking, he is unwilling to analyze too deeply, and leaves a lot of blank space, allowing the audience to guess at will.

But for his instructor, this bit of information is enough to unfold the overall situation, overlooking the whole process of the incident from above.

First of all, after discovering that "spies" and their purpose have been mixed inside, in order to avoid alarming the enemy, the location of the reception must not be changed, so we start from the time and arrange a scene where you are invited into the urn - if you are dealing with junior opponents, this is enough up.

But maybe it was some clues that made him not underestimate the enemy's ability, and believed that the opponent had enough bargaining chips to lure Gide, the leader of "mimic", to cooperate with him.

As for why this group of people... Except for the unknown foreign forces, who in Yokohama would dare to challenge the port mafia head-on?

Then, the next question is worth pondering for him.

Thinking of the tasks he assigned to the students recently, Mori Ogai couldn't help but sigh, feeling that the script he had written had been dragged by two cats and gradually turned into a broken shape, and he had to follow the trajectory of their contest to make up for it .

——Probably, Dazai-kun more or less guessed what he was thinking after learning about the ability of the leader of "mimic".

——the way to win by sacrificing an "ordinary" piece.

——As expected of Dazai-kun.

If there hadn't been an unexpected visitor, his plan should have been flawless, but the current situation really can't be considered bad luck... Perhaps, this is a destiny in the dark.

Thinking of this, he had no choice but to continue to act as a cat climbing frame for Mo De's feelings, and by the way, sincerely asked the person in his arms: "You said, if you push Mr. Dazai out, can the other party really let us go?"

"I guess it should be possible. After all, Mr. Dazai can fill up the hatred value of the audience by himself~" The pink-haired "girl" who grabbed him immediately nodded in agreement, obviously very happy to reach an agreement with him idea.

The party they talked about yawned again after hearing the words.

"The gangsters—"

The black-haired boy said a word that he thought was the most appropriate in a long voice, and then waved his hand generously, driving the black suits hidden in the wall compartment back to their original places, making the muzzle pointed at Kurihara Wataru disappear. No, it returned to the most common lounge appearance.

"Obviously the two of you are not doing well... If that's the case, why don't you just be hostages together."

"Hostage or something..."

I don't know which nerve was poked, the attempted kidnapper, who was full of indescribable thoughts, silently looked at the man who was taller than him, and couldn't help but start to move.

In the previous plan, he only had to wait for Gide to lead a large army in to kidnap people, and then he would take the opportunity to pretend to faint from fright, and then he could successfully remove the suspicion.

Who made him a soft, weak, innocent, passer-by.

If it is not necessary, it is already a recognized fact that "mimic" will not attack ordinary citizens - then again, any organization with a bit of morality will not take the initiative to arouse the indignation of the masses and become a stinky mouse that everyone shouts and beats , It’s completely worth the candle.

The port mafia under the rule of the previous generation of leaders is the best negative example.

As for the reason for the "mimic" attack here, I believe that a hundred opinions can be heard from a hundred people, and there is no need to bother to make up anything.

After interrogating Osamu Dazai and getting valid information, he can still use the trust left over from Nakahara Chuya to continue to play by ear, so that he can quickly get what he wants.

He didn't think that a black-bellied bandage spirit would carry a "book" with him.

Everything was going well - that's what he thought until he met "Mr. Dean".

But at this moment, he was shamefully moved.

I even have to agree that Osamu Dazai is indeed a monster who can see through the desires of others at a glance.

So the tall, silver-haired man led a search of the reception, and finally broke into the common room, and saw the criminal mastermind who had agreed to "play dead" sitting in a row with the prey and the prey's companion (?), obediently facing himself Hands up in surrender.

"Please...don't hurt us."

Gide: "..."

The posture of these three guys as hostages is too skillful, right?The smell of conspiracy is simply overwhelming.

He couldn't figure out the reason, but he was unwilling to let go of the gift that came to his door, so he ordered his subordinates to blindfold the three of them, and then returned to the temporary lair with the spoils of war.

The orange-haired boy who lost consciousness naturally escaped.

There is no way, if he takes it back, if he wakes up, he will definitely make a fuss, and he will have to spare time to calm it down, so he might as well let it go, at least it can delay for a while.

With the recklessness of the martial arts faction, it is undoubtedly difficult to find the correct place of detention.

In order to facilitate the conversation, Gide placed the three "prisoners" brought back in different rooms, then stepped into the place where the pink-haired "girl" was, and stretched out his hand to tear off the same blindfold.

"What on earth are you thinking?" He asked coldly with a tyrant-like attitude.

Even if he didn't have any weapon in his hand, if he were to face it as an ordinary person, he would probably be immobilized by his sight on the spot, creating the illusion that he died every second.

Kurihara didn't care about this, he stood up directly, and enthusiastically volunteered: "You can go to interrogate Osamu Dazai according to the plan, and leave the other person to me to deal with!"

"...Remember, I don't have time to play around with you."

"Okay, okay, I have successfully completed the task."

He was thinking of his "Mr. Dean" in his heart, ignoring the terrifying expression of the person in front of him who could stop the night cry of a child, he tore off a black cloak from the (former) soldier who followed him, put it on neatly, and made it for himself. A basic camouflage.

Once the built-in concealment buff is improved, he is 100% sure to hide from the eyes of the interrogated, making him mistakenly believe that he is a stranger he has never seen before.

The premise is that the other party is not the Mr. Mori he knows, otherwise all the efforts will be in vain—you know, he has never won Mr. Dean in playing hide-and-seek games.

Alas, who made foxes belong to the canine family?

Since "mimic"'s intelligence network is not enough to find out the appearance of the leader of the port mafia, the leader who was caught by accident got a good treatment.

Compared with the treatment of the "felonious criminal" Osamu Dazai, his side is completely relaxed like a vacation.

one two three four……

Judging by hearing, he was assigned only four guards.

The most important thing is that they were pacing back and forth loudly, and their breathing was a little disordered. It was obvious that their physical functions had declined due to long-term lack of sleep. They had lost most of their physical strength just after going out to fight.

If he summoned Alice, he would probably be able to escape easily.

——Well, the safety factor is full.

He had the experience of being a black doctor for a while before, and being kidnapped and asked for information was almost a common occurrence, and now he really feels like dreaming back to his youth.

Of course, every time he was arrested on purpose, this time was no exception.

"Click-"

His ears keenly caught the sound of the door opening not far away, and immediately after, the other four were kicked out, which meant that the rank of the visitors must be higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

The opponent's footsteps are actually very light.

But the room where he was held was too quiet, causing every little movement to be amplified infinitely, turning it into a comfortable frequency like white noise.

He instinctively tilted his head as the opponent approached.

Then falling into Kurihara Shepherd's eyes, it was a man in a suit bound by blindfolds and ropes, like a trapped animal, exuding a dangerous aura that made his heart flutter.

——Mr. Mori is really...too foul.

The young man who had long coveted the beauty of Mr. Dean, and whose birthday night plan was ruined by the "book" before he had time to start, raised his hand subconsciously, and used his fingertips to trace the ups and downs of the other party's Adam's apple.

Perhaps feeling his movements, the protruding masculine features slid up and down in a circle, revealing an unusually sexy appeal.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he wanted to lean over to kiss that place, or pierce the skin with his sharp teeth, forcing the other party to show a more docile posture, so he had to bear it again and again until the desire subsided a little, and then he opened it. mouth, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice:

"You... who are you?"