Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

When the long-haired man said that Kurosawa-kun was fine, Koyo Ozaki connected all the things he had guessed, seen and heard recently.

She squinted her eyes, her expression was no longer as polite as before, her voice was cold and harsh, and the atmosphere around her seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

"Is it Dazai?"

Although it was a question, the tone of the words was almost affirmative.

The person in front of him admitted that he was confronting her cadre as Kurosawa rather than Gin, which meant that this was a dispute within Hong Kong/Black.

There are only a few types of disputes that come and go within an organization.

The only thing that can make the leader show abnormal behavior and make the man in front of him clearly block him, the cadre, is probably the only thing that can make the two parties go to war.

Among the port mafia, the ability to persuade people like the Kurosawa formation to use it, and the confidence to suppress other members after the rebellion and the subsequent internal and external pressure, and step by step, can make Chief Mori truly feel Threatening Candidates—

Except Dazai Osamu, don't think about anything else.

Why Osamu Dazai, who is often in a state of indifference and indifference to everything around him, suddenly wants to seize the position of leader is still a mystery.

But at this moment...

The red-haired woman directly pulled out Wakizashi she had hidden in the handle of the umbrella.

On the blade, there was a cold light.

"Do you think you can stop me?"

Koye Ozaki knew that the opponent was not a supernatural being.

Besides, even if it is a supernatural person, there are few people who are her opponents.

No matter what, she is one of the five cadres of the port mafia.

Kurosawa did not deny the cadre's speculation, nor did he immediately stand up to fight the opponent's displayed weapon.

He still sat firmly at the dining table, raised his eyes slightly, and responded.

"I may not be able to stop you."

"But the waves do."

Because it was a secret meeting, the box they were in was very closed.The only window in the room was opened at a very high position, and in addition to the darkness of the night, most people could not see the outside environment clearly even if they stood up.

The soundproof room was originally chosen for privacy, but on the contrary, it also turned it into an isolated island.

The Hong Kong/Black members on the deck had fainted silently at some point.

The cruise ship transformed into a viewing restaurant should have lost the ability to sail long distances, and was fixed on the shore to become an unchanging scenery.But at this time, it was endowed with new vitality, sailing offshore in this quiet night.

They were in the middle of the sea surrounded by rough waves.

"I believe you have the ability to fight out and regain control of this ship."

"But by the time you get back to shore, I'm afraid it will be too late."

The long-haired man glanced at the dark night sky without a trace of starlight outside the small window.

"Since the result is not decided by us, why not sit down patiently and wait for the final outcome?"

"Tonight, there is a headwind when returning."

When Osamu Dazai stood quietly in front of him, Ogai Mori remembered the night when he slit the throat of the ancestor leader a few years ago.

There was only a blood moon that night, and the young man who was much more immature than now stood beside him quietly, watching him and everything that happened in the room without saying a word.

Now the roles have been reversed, and an approaching sharp knife is also placed on the neck of the perpetrator.

However, the bystander back then has now become the blade holder, playing the role of the murderer.

"How did you sneak in here without a sound?"

The question broke the silence, but Mori Ogai knew the answer to this question well.

Osamu Dazai, the enemy's lair, can advance and retreat freely, not to mention this road that he is all too familiar with and has traveled a thousand times to the top of the port mafia.

Why did no one report when he returned to Yokohama from Tokyo?

Because there are his people in the key positions of the intelligence department.

He will choose this timing, which shows that he has a clear understanding of the recent movements of Hong Kong/Black.

The Black Lizard... must have used Akutagawa.

And Ozaki Momiji...

Today's banquet must also be under his control, so from the beginning, it was the other party's handwriting?

Many things flashed through Mori Ogai's mind in an instant. When he saw the young man standing in front of him, he quickly figured out the ins and outs.

"Your assistant is Kurosawa-kun..."

He closed his eyes, never thinking that he would end up with such an unexpected conclusion.

But this is the only irrefutable answer that can explain the current situation.

"May I know how you persuaded him?"

"I thought that I and Kurosawa-kun got along very well."

"This method was given to me by Mr. Sen yourself."

At this time, the young cadres did not look like menacing usurpers. Instead, they answered the other party's questions without any fluctuations in their voices, just like the peaceful exchanges they had in the past.

Even the honorifics are the same as before.

"It's Mimic."

Osamu Dazai did not continue to play dumb.

"I don't believe you can't see Mr. Kurosawa's character."

"But you think that Mr. Kurosawa may not necessarily know about this matter, and even if he knew, he would not pay too much attention to the reasons and details."

Although the Mimic incident is unforgettable to some people, for most people in the port mafia, it is no different from a small circle of ripples in the calm days.

They only knew that a foreign force had smuggled into Yokohama and was quickly wiped out, and the action team didn't make any big moves.

Not to mention the layout and game behind it.

Even many high-level officials did not know the specific process of the incident.

Naturally, Mori Ogai would not take the idea of ​​an undercover member with no information into consideration.

"Even if Kurosawa-kun finds out about this, he may be unhappy or have a pimple in his heart. But he won't be provoked by your few words to assist you in what is called a rebellion."

"Kurosawa-kun is no longer a brat who is easy to get hot-blooded, nor is he someone who will be deceived and deceived by your words."

Obviously, Osamu Dazai's simple explanation cannot fully answer Mori Ogai's question.

"This is your biggest mistake, Mr. Sen."

"You must have never thought that Mr. Kurosawa is as clear about this matter as you and I."

"Because, between Mr. Kurosawa and Oda Saku, there is still an unknown relationship between brothers and sisters."

"This is really..."

Mori Ogai had nothing to say for a moment.

After all, the well-planned and flawless trick has a fatal flaw due to the coincidence of the world.

I don't know how to feel.

"Okay, let's stop here for the pleasantries. I have already satisfied Mr. Mori's curiosity."

"It's late at night, please have a good dream to sleep well."

"Like those guards out there."

In the blink of an eye, the bandaged boy appeared near the middle-aged man.

He held a gun firmly in his hand, and the black muzzle pointed at his leader.

"Otherwise, Mr. Sen, your hairline will get higher and higher."

In the closed room on the cruise ship, the original elegant and grand layout has now become messy.

There were many horizontal and vertical knife marks on the surrounding walls and even the ceiling, among which were scorched hole marks.

The red-haired woman held the handle of the knife obliquely in her right hand, and the tip of the blade was already attached to the skin of the man's neck.

Through the thin layer of skin and cold metal, you can still feel the regular beating of the blood under it.

Blood streaks slowly ooze out, and as long as the blade holder uses a little more force, he will surely be able to pierce the opponent's carotid artery.

And the long-haired man whose life seemed to be hanging by a thread didn't change his face. His left index finger was on the trigger of Bo/Lai/Ta, and the gun was raised horizontally, aiming at the forehead of the person opposite.

With just one click, a big hole can be opened in the opponent's head.

But neither of them took this last step, but stopped tacitly.

Neither Ozaki Momiji nor Kurosawa Jin will lose their rational judgment because they were hit on the head.

Koye Ozaki knew that what the other party said just now was not wrong.

Even if she could kill Kurosawa and gain control of the cruise ship, she might not have time to influence the final outcome of Yuan Zaigang/Black Headquarters.

The cruise ship is indeed already on its way back.

But she couldn't shorten the time spent on this journey.

Moreover, the other party is currently negotiating as a cadre of the black organization.

If he is killed, it will undoubtedly provoke a struggle between the two organizations.

No matter who wins the game at the headquarters tonight, the entire organization will inevitably fall into chaos tomorrow.

At this time, it would be a great disaster for the organization to provoke foreign enemies with deep roots.

The Hong Kong/Black cadres quickly weighed the pros and cons in their minds, and had to admit that the person in front of them could not be killed, at least not yet.

Killing a hundred harms without any benefit.

I'm afraid this is also in their calculations beforehand.Otherwise, the other party wouldn't look confident from the beginning.

Kurosawa also won't really make a move.

Although he was carrying a box and a ring that could ignite flames, it was not impossible to get rid of the other party.But Koyo Ozaki is his boss after all, even if Osamu Dazai succeeds in usurping the throne.

He betrayed Mori Ogai, but not Hong Kong/Black.

The importance of a cadre to an organization is beyond doubt.

"Boss Sen trusts you very much." The red-haired woman said with a sigh, "He thinks that your ideals are the same."

"But not Dazai."

"But he will actually do it." Kurosawa replied.

For something he thinks is important.

"No matter what he thinks in his heart."

"Then why not Chief Sen?"

Koyo Ozaki was really puzzled at this point.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, it is like seeking far away.

Facing the other party's question, many words flashed through the man's mind, but in the end he didn't say any of them.

"Some things are done, and there is no reason..."

On the top floor of the Hong Kong/Black Building, members of the guard are unconscious.

Even in a state of isolation and helplessness, Mori Ogai did not panic too much.

His supernatural ability [Vita Sexualis] was restrained by Osamu Dazai's [Disqualification in the World], and as the supernatural ability itself, Alice could not cause harm to the opponent.

The battle between the leader and the cadres that determined the direction of the entire organization in the future has returned to the most primitive gun struggle.

"One on one..."

"I'm surprised that you chose this way."

This does not seem to give usurpers an advantage.

Osamu Dazai laughed when he heard this.

He raised his hand and shot a bullet: "One on one? This is your misunderstanding."

"I don't have the virtue of humility."

For a moment, the space seemed to be reversed, and the scene in front of him became hazy and psychedelic, as if there were dense spider silk entangled in midair.

From Mori Ogai's point of view, the figure of the curly-haired boy becomes indistinct, somewhere between reality and illusion.

This ability...

The leader seemed to have picked up some possible clues from a corner of his memory.

But before he had time to think about it, he felt a sudden chill in his chest, and then the pain burst from his heart.

He was hit by a bullet.

Mori Ogai is extremely aware of this.

Maybe the human brain will become awake and active when it is about to fall into complete darkness and tranquility.

The middle-aged man who foresaw his imminent death didn't have much resentment, and even had the leisure to comment on his ending, with some inexplicable and complicated feelings of relief.

"Checkmate? Actually, it's not bad."

A wisp of inconspicuous white smoke was rising from the muzzle of the gun where the bullet had just been fired.

The young man looked coldly at the body of the middle-aged man in front of him shaking, and then fell heavily on the ground.

"It's time for me to win the round, teacher."