Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

When this message was received, Chuya Nakahara was on his way home in a private jet.

This is not the first time he has received unknown information. To be precise, if today is regarded as the third day, then everything happened on the first day.If you want to get more specific about the exact clock and minutes and seconds, then Zhong Yuanzhong can also say with certainty:

The time when it all started was born at the moment when Zhongyuan Zhongye was ordered to go abroad to handle affairs and urged his subordinates to leave the port mafia in a hurry.

...If you think about it now, at that time, was there a sneaky figure in the mafia garage?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously got goosebumps all over his body, disgusted by the scene he imagined.

But after thinking about it again: it might be that his beloved car escaped unharmed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

All in all, it can be said that I passed someone by accident, and there was no farce of a chicken and a duck talking about a cat-dog fight face-to-face, which is barely a blessing among misfortunes.

Then, when the plane heading abroad was taxiing, accelerating, taking off, and gliding smoothly in the stratosphere, Nakahara Chuya's cell phone rang.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who had just adjusted the back of the chair, frowned and took out the confidential document to see how urgent the so-called "urgent task" was, was also startled, and even paused in his movements.

"What's the matter, Zhongyuan cadre?" His subordinates leaned over and asked, showing nervousness.

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave him a strange look, wondering why this subordinate who was considered to be highly valued in front of him was so disturbed.He took this matter down for the time being, and waved his hand at his subordinate, "It's okay. Go down, and take a look at the cockpit by the way."

Even if he has the powerful ability to control gravity, even if this plane is the internal special line of the mafia, he still does not forget to pay attention to the tiny details in the mission process.As the top cadre of the port mafia, Zhongyuan Zhongya must know a lot about the tricks in this underground world.

... Not to mention, the guards are next to that bastard, and the assassination tricks are all in full swing.Sometimes Zhong Yuanzhong really thinks that their leader can write a book by himself, and the title of the book is called "Complete Suicide Manual"-no, "Complete Assassination Manual".

After thinking about a lot of things for a moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also dismissed the subordinate who was in the way, pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, then narrowed his eyes cautiously, staring at the cell phone he took out.

There was no caller's name on the phone screen.

Not to mention: this is Zhongyuan Zhongye's private mobile phone number.Ever since he was 15 years old... no, the job change, the Port Mafia has been through a bloodbath.Since then, anyone who knows the number can count it with one hand.

But hesitation is not Chuya's style.After pondering for a while, he opened the message:

-/Slimy Slugs, Inky Dwarfs, Hat Stands/

Central Plains Chuya: "."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "…………#"

What kind of embarrassing line is this? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth and grinned ferociously. With his leather-gloved fingers, he almost squeezed a crack on the screen of the phone.He knocked on the screen word by word, wishing he could fly back following the signal and punch that bastard in the face:

-/The fluffy mackerel, the nasty suicide ghost, the man in the bandage/

... These two people who hate each other the most, even have the same nicknames for each other.

Yes.Case solved.People who know that Zhongyuan Zhongye still keeps the early private numbers, understand that this top cadre who makes the enemy fearful is actually fond of love and nostalgia, and dare to tell him these nicknames.

Who else but Osamu Dazai?

Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to grind his teeth: You sent me all the way, I got on the special plane without even having time to read the mission content, and planned to cross half the world to suppress hostile forces, you bastard, turn your head and specialize Fish out the number from so long ago to harass me? !At the same time, he thought it was absurd and a little funny... The quarrel with Osamu Dazai had no scruples, as if it had happened a century ago.Chuya Nakahara, together with Osamu Dazai, was trapped in that dark coffin, carefully building the port mafia into a behemoth, making her famous enough to make children cry at night.But he almost couldn't remember clearly, when in the corridor of the port mafia, the sun came in through the rose window, the red leaf sister who was wearing a magnificent kimono covering her lips and smiling, was wearing a doctor's white coat, holding Yumeno Kusaku with one hand and smiling wryly Mr. Mori, ... and those two naive little brats who turned over old scores at each other and yelled at each other regardless of other people's eyes.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.He flicked the phone and tossed it up absent-mindedly, wanting to see what the leader, who suddenly looked a little naive back then, was doing now on a whim.

Sure enough, another message came in soon:

-/Isn't that okay, Chuya?It's okay to disrespect your boss.Quickly call the sentence 'leader' to listen. /

Nakahara Chuya: "........."

He felt a violent urge to lift that priceless skull and see what this bastard was thinking.

Also, what's the matter with this pretentious tone? !Why don't you ask me to be respectful? ? ?

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

Nakahara Zhong also frantically beat a mackerel doll with "mourning" written all over his head before he calmed down and typed on his phone indifferently:

-/yes.Sorry, chief. /

After waiting for another full 5 minutes, Chuya was so irritable that he couldn't even read the document anymore. He glared away several subordinates who had nothing to do, and finally waited for the long overdue message:

-/Puff puff puff ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha /

Did this guy laugh it off? !

Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched the phone with two fingers suspiciously, and put it a little far away, looking at the phone like looking at a ticking time bomb.

The screen lights up again:

-/Chuya, what I'm going to say next...don't be afraid. /

"?" Zhong Yuanzhong also had a question mark above his head.He had never heard of this famous three-dimensional stalk, and he didn’t know what someone learned after being poisoned by the barrage. He was shocked by Dazai’s rare awe, and wondered what could scare the top cadres of the port mafia , can't this guy commit suicide again after four and a half years?Thinking about it this way, Zhong couldn't help becoming nervous, and chose his words carefully:

-/Speak, sir.Whoever the enemy is, I will destroy it. /

There was another 5 minutes of silence over there, stuck in the Central Plains, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, thinking, "Maybe that bastard made me faint from laughing?" Before forcing the captain of the plane to turn around and return, the message came:

-/Listen up: Chuya, I am not Osamu Dazai of this world. /

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Who fed the port mafia leader fake alcohol? !Look what nonsense this is talking about? ?

What follows is simply a chicken-and-duck talk.

There are a lot of mutual attacks such as "Ah Zhongya, your empty little head doesn't need to know so much" and "Be careful, I will pull out your head, bandage and bandage". In short, it is really important to eliminate their leader After being crazy, the most likely reason, Zhongyuan Zhong also had to believe it.

There was no way, Nakahara waved all his subordinates back to other cabins as he said, followed the signal suspiciously, and actually connected to a camera near the coordinates given by the other party—belonging to the port mafia, but, in this guy Before speaking out, no mafia member discovered that the monitoring device had been stolen.

From this point of view, no matter who is coming, this understanding of the mafia and his clever mind that seems to have been kissed by the devil are enough to make Chuya Nakahara vigilant.

In that scene, the one that was stretched out and waved first was the mobile phone that originally belonged to an innocent passer-by, and it was probably touched by someone while passing by.

Immediately afterwards, a wrist with distinct joints appeared, on which Nakahara Nakiya was familiarly wrapped with bandages.

Behind it was the hem of a sand-colored windbreaker.

—— Osamu Dazai, completely appearing in the camera.

Dressed in warm colors, his eyes were uncovered, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the Central Plains, there is no way not to believe it.

This isn't the head of their port mafia.

That man would never show such a light smile.

but.

This person is indeed Dazai Osamu.

Whether it was Nakahara Nakahara's instinctive dislike when he saw it for the first time, or the feeling that this guy pretended to hide everything under the understatement and solved everything by himself. Zhong Yuan also felt disgusted.

On the other end of the camera, as if he had insight into the complex psychological activities of another person, Osamu Dazai smiled.

"That's right. Chuya." Dazai said to the camera, "As expected, it's an annoying intuition dog (small)."

Chuya growled: "Who is Xiao——no, who is a dog!!!"

Dazai deliberately put his hand next to his ear, and listened around like a trumpet: "Huh? Where is the voice of the fairy? It's too small for me to see."

Zhong Ye soared: "Tai-zai-!"

After a long absence, I felt another feeling of blood soaring.

It's not the feeling of the leader and his subordinates getting along day and night, suppressing the urge to kill each other, but, like going back in time, when two idiots are yelling and exposing each other, they can't help but want to kick the bastard's head away The desire to get out.

However, Chuu also quickly suppressed the trace of relief and nostalgia that emerged from the bottom of his heart.He stared at the camera and lowered his voice:

"Give me a reason not to kill you, Dazai."

Just now, Osamu Dazai, who claimed to be "from a parallel world", actually asked Zhong not to disclose any information about himself to the leader of the port mafia.

This is, impossible, right?

Anyone who knows Osamu Dazai knows what it takes for the Port Mafia to grow to such a large scale.And such a person, such a person, there is one more?How can this be reassuring.

"—You will, Chuya."

Dazai just laughed.

"When did I make a mistake in my battle plan?" He said a line that no one in this world understands, which belongs to the double black, and he couldn't help but shook his head at himself, and then continued with a smile:

"As long as you still want to save him."

"........."

The Central Plains also fell into silence.

His instincts are really good.If it was normal, the idea of ​​"leader committing suicide" wouldn't even appear in his head, that man would be like a plant that has withered roots in the office; if normal, the leader sent him on a business trip abroad not long ago. Zhong also wouldn't hesitate at all.

The two people who hate each other the most in this world are also the two people who have been with each other in silence for the longest time.

Osamu Dazai knew that he was moved, so he continued to remind: "But you have to pay attention, that guy will not let you break his layout casually, I have to try from another angle, it is best to smash a corner of the mask... By the way, zhong~~also~~~" He deliberately draws out the disgusting voice, "Do you have that kind of medicine that can change your voice without killing you?"

"Get out!!" Zhong also roared, and disconnected the signal with a "pop".

At this moment, the "Double Black" partners who temporarily form a team in another world still have hope.

But Osamu Dazai never imagined that Osamu Dazai was so ruthless that he would attack Lupin, and he was caught off guard when he rolled over. ... Not to mention smashing a corner of that guy's mask, that idiot just crushed his whole body silently.

And Zhongyuanzhong also didn't expect that the leader who faintly sensed what was going on was determined not to let him go back to break the situation.

On the first day, he dealt with the western hostile forces calmly, and used his superpowers to suppress the enemies who were about to attack: this urgent task is real, if it is normal, it will be enough to keep busy for the first half of the year...but it is not impossible The degree of crisis of temporary withdrawal.

On the second day, he also tentatively expressed that he wanted to return to Japan, but the subordinates first hugged their legs and cried loudly, and after being thrown away by him violently, they began to persuade them earnestly, "I really can't leave you here, Zhongyuan cadre——" ; Then the mafia flight line began to have problems again. Such a long flight route could not spare a plane to Japan; and then, and then -

The subordinate who was highly valued by Zhongye in the Central Plains on weekdays took out the "Silver Hand" from his arms with averted eyes.

"...I will not report your private actions in the past two days to the leader, the Central Plains cadre," the subordinate pleaded in a cold sweat, "but this is an order issued by the leader himself, let me take it out at a critical moment.  … Three days, only three days... Zhongyuan cadres, how about returning to Japan as soon as we arrive in three days? Then you can vent your anger with my head! I dare not disobey the order of the leader!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave his subordinate a cold look, and used gravity to embed him into the wall.

"You don't dare to disobey that bastard's order? I dare." Zhong Yuan said coldly, "What kind of punishment is there? When you see that guy, you can punish him whatever you want."

On the third day, Zhongyuan Zhong also robbed a private jet, and before leaving, his subordinate who was trying to make a final struggle pricked his body with a muscle relaxant.

When he received that message, Chuya Nakahara was on his way home in a private plane.

The inner lining of the coat was torn a little, and it was temporarily used as a hemostatic bandage: in order to metabolize the muscle relaxant earlier and stimulate himself to move, Nakaya cut his arm mercilessly.

When he saw the message, his limbs hadn't recovered yet, and he used both his hands and his mouth to control the direction of flight in a bad way.

Hearing the vibration, he looked down at the Morse code, not wanting to know why the communication method suddenly changed to such a ghost.

'中, also, back, come'?

Nakahara also sneered, complaining to some Dazai:

"Bastard Dazai. Just wait for me."