Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

On this night when everyone in Yokohama was in full swing and the cadres were dizzy with their work, the three of them sitting in a row at the bar holding glasses could be regarded as unique, as if the hustle and bustle outside had nothing to do with them.

The owner of Lupine Bar is also a ruthless person. When other shops are closed, he still insists on opening every day.He even leisurely wipes down the glass before the three of them sit down.

As soon as Gin and the others showed that they wanted to talk, the boss wisely retreated behind the curtain, leaving enough space for the three of them.

There was only one three-colored cat lying quietly on the table.

It doesn't seem to be afraid of people.Even in the face of the extraordinary aura of gin, the kitten just stretched its limbs lazily, and then yawned on its own.

The first to start the conversation was the curly-haired boy who took the initiative to send out an invitation. His face rarely showed some indescribable complex emotions.

"Anyway, let me make sure first." Dazai stared at the long-haired man beside him, "You and Mr. Mori have a good conversation, maybe it's because you have the same hobbies as him?"

"What... the same hobby?"

Gin felt puzzled.

Gin was starting to feel bad.

"Before, Miki Kazuma also passed on some rumors about the latest developments of the black organization to Mr. Mori." The boy explained patiently, "One of them is about you..."

Factors to be aware of

Qin finally understood what that premonition portends.

Thinking about it carefully, isn't his recent rumor only about the incident with Shirley?

At the same time, he also thought of the saying that seeing is better than seeing when he met Chief Mori before, and the weird attitude in the follow-up.

Then let it take its course and think about how I dealt with it...

Gin:  …

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was blue or purple, but it changed a few shades.

Kazuma Miki!Although you are very careful, why do you even have to repay this kind of thing!

Does this kind of rumor serve any purpose other than wasting the chief's precious time and the port mafia's paper?

His thoughts were vivid, and he turned to the same hobby that Osamu Dazai just mentioned.

Why is this kind of gossip considered a hobby?

Does it mean that the person Chief Mori likes is a genius with a high IQ, or a person with a somewhat cold personality?

Gin recalled Shirley's status as a minor, and her complexion became a lot weirder. Could it be...

Although he didn't want to believe this, he tried his best to restrain his thoughts and avoid sliding into the unknown abyss.

But Dazai's attitude just now clearly told him that the possibility of such speculation is still very high.

He decided not to ask any further questions, to save some last bit of decency for each other.

It's not long since he put on the anti-boss filter!

But there are some people who like to break through that layer of boundaries, and are as naughty as children, directly smashing the filter until there is no residue left, just to watch the fun.

"Mr. Mori is actually a lolicon!"

The boy seemed to be proudly announcing something important.

At this point, Mr. Undercover, who was not well-informed because he was sent abroad, finally knew this secret that was not really a secret.

He immediately demonstrated with his face what is called colorful black, and the image of the leader of the foresight and foresight that had just been established in his heart quietly cracked a crack.

"Kurozawa, I feel that your expression is much richer than before."

The calm burgundy-haired man on the other side commented sincerely.

Gin:  …

Drinking other people's gossip is a great way to liven things up.

After such a release, the trio, which seemed a bit strange in combination, gradually became harmonious.

Under the instigation of Osamu Dazai, the past acquaintances between Gin and Oda Sakunosuke were wiped out.

The instigator first laughed out loud, then opened his eyes wide, and his curiosity was completely focused on the third person in the story.

"What about that senior? Who is he?"

"How did he become the mentor of Odasaku and Kurosawa-san at the same time?"

It is the most amazing thing for Osamu Dazai that the two young killers can be willing to live in the same room and obey the teachings.

Odasaku looks easy to talk to, but he also has his own arrogance.He is a person who is difficult to change after making a decision and doesn't care much about other people's eyes.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have given up his hands so decisively back then. He had a great talent but was willing to stay at the bottom, and persisted for so many years for an obsession that was considered ridiculous by his peers.

Not to mention Kurosawa.This person is even more difficult to deal with, he doesn't even bother to put on that talkative skin.

Regardless of his current behavior in Yokohama, he can be called calm.But in the organization where he was undercover, stopping the child's night cry was not a problem at all.

What kind of person is that senior who can suppress these two fierce beasts at the same time?

Hearing Dazai's question, the remaining two were silent for a moment.

"That teacher...is very young..."

Oda Sakunosuke considered his words.

"young?"

The boy tilted his head, showing a rare puzzled expression.

There are not a few young geniuses.

Not only the three present here can be called young and promising, but just looking at Hong Kong/Heili is also a big one.

The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the young back waves pressed the front waves firmly on the beach.

Otherwise, the rate of child labor employed by the port mafia would not be so high.

It is almost catching up with the water mixing rate of the winery.

But when Oda used the word, it was obviously deliberate.

Moreover, the first thing he thought of when he answered was the question of age, which in itself can explain some things.

"How young?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"It's a little baby."

The long-haired man who had been silent just now answered the other party's question.

Osamu Dazai: ...

He began to seriously consider when this cold Mr. Killer learned to tell cold jokes.

He has always been the only one who choked others with his words, but now that Feng Shui has changed, he has also experienced the feeling of being choked.

But Oda Saku, who never lied to him, nodded in agreement at this moment.

"Sure enough, people can't be judged by their appearance. At that time, we didn't know his identity, but after a while, we found out that he is Mr. Reborn, the number one killer in the world."

"It's no longer a question of being invisible!"

Osamu Dazai, who has played the role of teaser all the year round, finally has the day when he will be reduced to a scornful slave.

Faced with this kind of dreamlike thing, the two Kurosawa Jins actually experienced a violent psychological evolution process.

But the opponent's strength does not allow them not to accept the facts.

Osamu Dazai is Osamu Dazai after all, what scene has he not seen?

Many people suspect that the structure of his brain is different from that of ordinary people, and no one knows where the boundaries of his thinking are.

So he immediately digested this information, and even started to reverse search in his mind.

"I've heard a little about that Mr. Reborn before. Because he's an Italian killer, I don't know much about it."

"I can think of it so quickly now because there happened to be a piece of intelligence involving this person not long ago."

Hearing the unexpected response, both Gin and Jiu couldn't help but cheer up.

"Could it be that he came to Japan?"

"It happened a while ago." Osamu Dazai nodded, "But that Mr. Assassin didn't intend to interfere in the situation in Yokohama, but stayed around Tokyo."

"Our side is already busy enough, and we have to prepare to deal with Tatsuhiko Shibusawa. So this kind of information that does not affect the battle situation was temporarily put aside, and I didn't delve into it."

"But..." The young man changed the subject, "Recently, there are many more pairs of eyes around Yokohama."

"They don't intervene, they don't look away, and they don't even hide their traces very much."

"Now the port mafia can't spare their hands to investigate. But afterwards, we still have to find out what those people are thinking."

"what do you mean……"

Gin casually shook the liquid in the glass.

"Yes, one of them is from Vongola in Italy." Dazai replied generously, "Mr. Reborn is currently working for Vengley."

After finishing speaking, he lay down on the table with a dispirited look, then turned his face, and said with a bit of self-deprecation: "I don't know what's so interesting about the internal war in our small area."

"Italy, the United States, the United Kingdom, Russia... Is this considered lucky to have attracted the attention of the whole world?"

It's clear he has little interest in standing in the middle of the world and just wants to complain about his increased workload after the fact.

For these uninvited guests, you don't need to communicate or care, but at least you must find out their attitude.

"Speaking of Russia..." Gin seemed to have remembered something, and knocked his glass on the table mercilessly, "There is one thing, I don't know if it's related."

"Before we came to Yokohama this time, that gentleman had already contacted Takasekai."

"Who is the person he sent to contact? When and how did he intervene in the Yokohama forces? This is obviously not something that can be solved by just sending ordinary members. But with my authority, I haven't heard the slightest bit of wind beforehand .”

"I asked a credible intelligence officer with strong capabilities in the organization." The long-haired man here naturally refers to Green, "The information he collected was just that one day before, that gentleman received a person from Russia. guests."

Speaking of this, the man looked weird for a while, and then said word by word: "When the boss of the organization described the Russian, he used the word "good-hearted man."

Hearing this news, Dazai paused for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

It may be because of lying on the belly, the sound from the vocal cords is a bit muffled.

"Thank you, Mr. Kurosawa."

He casually raised one arm and waved it like a lucky cat.

Seeing the other party like this, Qin Jiu understood that this information was useful after all.

"Don't you have anything in return?"

"Mr. Kurosawa is too far-fetched." The young man's deliberately drawn out voice sounded like he was being coquettish.

Of course, the other party definitely didn't mean that, "I just think that BOSS should take good care of the environment."

"Otherwise, I don't even know when the mice that sneaked in will be emptied."

When he said the last sentence, his voice suddenly sank, with undisguised malice.

On the second day after drinking with Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda, the group organized people to stay around Yokohama with supernatural powers according to the previous division of labor, trying to find traces of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.

Using someone with supernatural powers as bait and waiting for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to take the bait is a bit like a praying mantis catching a cicada and a oriole behind.

It is a pity that the oriole in this situation is the weakest and most passive part.Only relying on luck to pick up leaks can promote a little task progress like this.

Even when meeting Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, it was always because of the sudden appearance of the white mist.Before they could react, they were given a comatose debuff and forced to skip the plot with one click.

The white mist's rejection of ordinary people made it impossible for them to get close to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who was hiding in the mist.

It would be fine if they lost directly face to face, but the opponent casts a stun at the beginning, making them unable to use a single skill, this kind of aggrieved feeling is many times better than the former.

Moreover, some local supernatural beings also have a mocking aura, unknowingly despising ordinary people who cannot step into the central battlefield.

If you can't fight and can't fight, you will be shot by map guns.

When have the elites of the winery been wronged like this?

Inside the stronghold, Mark looked at the leader with a gloomy expression.

"Gin, what do you think?"

The man called Gin was not as irritable as the others, he calmly said two things slowly.

"First, we didn't come to Yokohama just to stare at Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and the power crystal."

That's right, everyone suddenly woke up as if they were hit by a blow.

The BOSS also told us to find ways to gather some wool.

"Do you want to start planning this from now on?"

Gin didn't care about the person who asked the question, but continued talking on his own.

"Secondly, when the white mist rises, non-supernatural beings will not necessarily fall into a deep sleep."

Under normal circumstances, the white mist would make non-supernatural beings fall asleep, mainly because Manyan was too fast, and non-supernatural beings would be hit before they could react.And ordinary people will not have a strong sense of resistance to the effect of this white mist.

The white mist is actually equivalent to dividing people with abilities and people without abilities into two spaces.

There are only people with abilities inside the fog, and only people without abilities outside the fog.

As for the drowsiness debuff for non-power users, it is just a subsidiary skill.In other words, it is not impossible to break free.

"What do you mean?" Mark's eyes lit up instantly.

"Beyond the white mist is our battlefield." The long-haired man said word by word.