[Bungo Stray Dogs] On the Compatibility of Reaper and Black Slime

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I greeted in a friendly manner: "Mr. Hirotsu, I am Chisato Susaba, and I am Dazai-kun's deputy."

Guangjin Liulang was obviously stunned when he heard my name.

After all, I have been hunted down for so long, and the fact that I had a grudge against Osamu Dazai and seriously injured him is well known in the port mafia.

Now I appear as one of Dazai Osamu's subordinates.

I thought badly, Hirotsu Liulang has seen me and Alice together, I don't know what he can think of when combining my glorious deeds with my current status.

Guangjin Liulang is indeed a very reliable senior at first glance, and quickly presented us with a piece of information about that small organization.

When the situation in Yokohama was changing due to the 5000 billion inheritance, many people began to reach out to industries that were banned by the port mafia. Our target for a while is one of the desperadoes.

The intelligence department intercepted their specific transaction time, and the task of the black lizard was to rush to the scene in advance, and then, except for a few to ask about the location of the headquarters and the transaction channel, kill them all.

"Qianli is good at interrogation, just let him interrogate on the spot, and then go and take down their headquarters." Osamu Dazai's words made me shudder.

I've been working for you for so long, yet I'm still holding grudges against me for helping Koyo Ozaki.

"Then it will be troublesome." Guangjin Liulang glanced at his watch: "There are still 10 minutes left, gather in the underground passage."

"Then, let's go." Osamu Dazai crossed his hands behind his neck, hummed a little tune, and looked back at me: "Do you have a gun, Qianli?"

"I have one, and I don't have many bullets." I took out the wooden pistol at my waist, and I still had a few rounds of bullets left. I said that the suit jacket is really inconvenient, because it can't hold much stuff and it's bulging. My windbreaker is better. The pocket is big enough to hold as many scalpels and bullets as you want.

My windbreaker seems to be still thrown away in the medical department?

Still thinking about the windbreaker, I suddenly realized that I was the only one with the wooden warehouse, and I was not very good at using it myself, so I learned how to shoot for a week, because I am a supernatural person, and I don’t usually need a gun. Still for puppets.

As for why I need to learn guns, for example, I don't know how to drive a tank. Even if I kill the tank driver and make him a puppet, the puppet can't drive a tank.

"Grandpa Hirotsu, can you give Qianli a gun? Ask him to come back and write the application form." Osamu Dazai looked at the wooden warehouse in my hand, and felt that a larger gun could give me a complete firefighting experience.

"Yes, Your Excellency Dazai." Guangjin Liulang led the way, took the elevator all the way down, and after entering the underground passage of the port mafia, I saw a dozen or so black suits waiting there.

After they greeted Guangjin Liulang, they saw Dazai Osamu behind them, and they were all in awe.

Probably felt that this mission suddenly had to prepare cadres to appear on the stage, which made it more difficult.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand boredly, ignored those people, led me to pick and choose in the weapon box, and finally threw me a submachine gun.

I found that I can't use this thing, I can't even hold it in my hand.

"Qianli, you can't do it." Osamu Dazai looked at me contemptuously: "Is this just going to fight?"

"I can only use the wooden gun with my hands." I put down this handsome gun with regret, what a pity.

"Go back to the training ground and practice hard."

I complained softly, "I don't need a gun."

"It was you who said you would come, so I gave up my precious rest time to go to work, Qianli." Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai could hear my voice so softly, and he had an expression on my face that I was making trouble for no reason.

All the men in black who were present got their guns. Looking at the handsome 1.8-meter tall man with a submachine gun on his back, Osamu Dazai and I were like two high school students who entered by mistake.

"Your Excellency Bo Ye, don't you need a gun?" Guangjin Liu Lang asked suspiciously seeing that I didn't have a gun.

Can I tell him I won't?

That's too embarrassing, I cough lightly: "I'm a supernatural being, and I'm not used to using guns."

Dazai smiled slightly.

Guangjin Liulang was dubious: "Okay."

The black lizard had laid an ambush at their trading place early on, planted a bomb, and waited for the next job, just waiting for them to come and clear the place.

I thought about the information I just saw.

A psychotropic drug code-named R12, transported from Laos to Yokohama, has a higher dependence than ordinary drugs, so that the user's passion/desire surges, and the hallucinogenicity is aimed at giving drug users safety sense.

Difficult to quit and expensive.

If this drug officially enters the mainland, it will be a disaster.

As detected by the intelligence agents, the two parties to the transaction came.

The sound of the explosion was like a signal, randomly it was the sparks of the golden bullets in the air, and the sky was full of blood.

Osamu Dazai watched the hail of bullets, excited as if he wanted to stand in the middle of the battlefield and let a bullet end his life.

Fortunately, I saw it in time and stopped Osamu Dazai's way to die.

When I was hunted down in the slums, how could I have time to appreciate these scenes, and sometimes I was about to run away before I even had time to kill.

Gunshots, screams, and the sound of piercing through the air, all kinds of sounds are enough to drive some kind of violent factor buried in my blood.

The collision of pure life and life, people lost their lives in the sound of bullets piercing the air, and bright red blood flowed out from the wound.

As if I was bewitched, I raised my hand, and the bright blue silk thread caught the fallen person, and a large number of silk threads came out out of thin air. Whether it was the dead person on our side or the fallen person from the enemy, they were all entangled by the silk thread. stood up.

【Thousand silk drama】

The enemy was disrupted by the revived teammate from my own camp. I intentionally let the dead body cover the living people. There were almost no casualties. A gun battle ended like this.

The first reaction of the living Black Lizard team members after the struggle was over was to look at me with my hands raised, and white filaments that were thinner than the blue silk threads that manipulated the corpses emanated from between me.

Their eyes are filled with fear and admiration for monsters with power beyond ordinary people.

monster.

Dazai Osamu gently touched my shoulder from behind, the thread disappeared, and the battered corpse fell down.

My blood was beating, my heart was pounding, and I was so excited that I was suddenly forced to calm down by [Disqualification in the World].

I shook my head and heard Osamu Dazai sigh.

"Qianli, you have changed a lot."

I gently replied to Osamu Dazai: "After all, I struggled in the slums."

Wasn't it Osamu Dazai who threw me to Mori Ogai to go undercover at the beginning, why is he wondering about my crazy appearance now?

"I thought you were lucky to avoid being hunted down." Osamu Dazai squeezed his chin and thought, "I heard from Mr. Mori that you killed 23 mafia and then hid in the slums for a week under the chase. I really feel, seeing it with my own eyes now, Qianli is really powerful."

Osamu Dazai said, "As expected of my cat."

Help, what a shame.

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This chapter is a thousand miles high light

Have you discovered the power of thousands of miles?

Originally, I was in a good mood in the morning. As soon as I played the game, two people repeated Kunikida, one was the president and the other was Mr. Mori.

I don't even have a young one!Neither did the younger sister (Mother Kunikida has been placed in the senior group by me.)