The meeting with Blanchesau was scheduled for three o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

Of course, Bai Lan has no plans to come to Japan in person. He has a certain degree of persistence in the use of high-tech items, and sent someone to deliver the newly developed holographic projection one day in advance.

However, this is not the focus of Yuichi Takigawa's work now.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Mori Ogai was the one who was better at negotiating than him.

Thinking of this, the young man sighed heavily.

"Why are there always people who can't think of doing illegal transactions here?"

A green net was placed on the rancid boat. Yuichi Takigawa stood on the edge of the coast and watched indifferently as his mask-wearing subordinates cut open the corpses caught in it.

Using the human body to hide intelligence - this bad habit does not know who started it first.

"Tianji..." Takikawa Yu paused for a while, then turned his head and asked the man beside him who was taking notes, "Your name is Tianji, right?"

The young man in a suit took a deep breath, and clenched the pen in his hand in the cold sea breeze: "Yoshida Jun, I was ordered by the farmer to coordinate this matter."

Takigawa Yuichi recalled.

"Sorry." He nodded slightly, with a sincere attitude, "I was thinking about something just now."

...to actually apologize.

Yoshida Jun's hand holding the pen trembled, and he looked at the boy beside him subconsciously.

He was slender, tall and straight, and there was a hint of depression between his frowning brows.

...Looks weak, does this guy really not fall ill suddenly when he fights?

Yoshida silently wrote a series of numbers on a blank piece of paper, and suddenly began to worry about his personal safety.

"These are all missing persons registered a year ago. Judging from the current evidence, it can only be preliminarily inferred that it was done by people with different abilities." Yoshida Jun rolled his eyes and analyzed calmly, "If there is a conflict, you don't have to Concerned about restrictions on using powers."

Takigawa Yuichi didn't answer immediately. He looked at the serious-looking young man beside him as if he was looking at a rare species. After a moment of silence, he suddenly made a faint nasal sound.

He might be laughing - but Yoshida isn't too sure.

"Are all the special agents of your kind as serious as you?" Takigawa Yu recalled the stern face of Ango Sakaguchi before, and slowly retracted his gaze.

He looked down at the blood-colored sea water, his voice was as gentle as ever.

"Don't worry, even if I didn't have this sentence, I would use the power."

"After all, erasing evidence sounds easier than fighting trouble, doesn't it?"

Yoshida Jun's hands and feet were cold, and he felt as if the back of his head was being pressed against the muzzle of a gun. He paused for two seconds, and looked at the boy beside him carefully again.

After a moment of hesitation, Yoshida spoke slowly: "I heard that you were a policeman before joining the port mafia."

There was something that Yoshida Jun couldn't understand in the information from Ango-senpai.

As a freshman at the police academy, Yuichi Takigawa has excellent grades. Although he had several accidents during his school days, he solved the case perfectly every time.

Coupled with his special abilities - the Special Ability Division once took care of him as a key talent.

How can such a person with a sense of justice become...

"If you make up your mind without authorization, I will kill you." Takigawa Yuichi's voice was faint, and the corners of his lips reflexively pursed after hearing the system's prompt about [Yoshida Jun favorability +1].

His expression was gloomy, as if he had suffered a huge mental torment, and even the underside of his eyelids were covered with a faint blackness.

Yoshida: "...Sorry."

[Yoshida Jun favorability-1]

Takigawa Yu blinked, and after getting a satisfactory answer, he smiled again with a friendly smile.

"That's right, Yoshida-kun." He patted the young man on the shoulder indifferently, as if he was not the one who showed the gloomy expression just now.

"As for your question just now..."

boom

The bullet rubbed his cheek with a bit of scorching heat, Yoshida Jun widened his eyes blankly, and the corner of his eyes fell on the blackened hair beside his ears.

The man who should have died fell behind him. He had already lost his vital signs, but his hands were still twisting and twitching.

"It seems to be the ability to control corpses." The boy's eyelashes drooped, and he fired three more shots without emotion.

His magazines were empty, and he didn't stop until the torn corpse was no longer able to move.

"—Like this, the reason why I became a mafia was because it was convenient and fun."

As soon as Takigawa Yu finished speaking, he suddenly grasped the point.

"How about you, do you want to join us?"

Yoshida Jun: "...Please don't dig my corner in front of my colleagues, it will be very troublesome to be regarded as a traitor."

Yuichi Takigawa showed an envious look: "It's good, my former colleagues don't feel that way at all."

"..."

It's showing off! Definitely show off!

Yoshida Jun gritted his teeth and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It was obvious that he scolded him like this, but the other party looked at him with more eagerness.

Takigawa Yuichi looked at the whitewashing point that successfully turned into a negative number, and strengthened his determination to dig a wall.

"I'm serious, Yoshida-kun, if you can't continue, you can come to us. The port mafia recruits talents. From nine to five in the morning, three times the salary for night shifts, and legal holidays can have paid vacations..."

Yuichi Takigawa hadn't finished speaking, but Yoshida had already covered his ears with a blank expression.

Oops, it's a heart-wrenching feeling.

If he listens to it any more, he's going to go against the water.

Scotch Whiskey, this is the name mentioned in the text messages from Liudaozui.

The name appears only once in the Port Mafia's database.

Three months ago, the team led by Ozaki Momiji was ambushed during the mission.

Reports suggest that someone shouted "Scotland!" as her golden yaksha cut the barrel of one of her enemies.

Before the escaped psychic escaped his tail, Takigawa Yuichi could only sit on a chair brought by his subordinates and began to do two things.

"There are so many things that can be used as code names, but I chose the one that I am least good at."

The senior cup pouring player complained and had no clue about finding out the identity of the opponent.

Zhongyuan Zhong also said that he has a bottle of Islay whisky in his collection. It is a wine worth nearly 40 million. The crystal bottle is inlaid with 8,500 diamonds and 300 rubies, and even the corners are Plated with melted gold.

Takigawa Yuichi was heartbroken.

If he was going to go undercover in the Black Organization one day, he'd give himself that name.

It sounds more noble than gin.

"Maybe because it is a multinational organization?" The system silently analyzed, "Using other things may cause language differences and so on."

Takigawa Yuichi: "..."

Makes sense.

If Dazai's human disqualification is translated into English, it becomes "No Longer Human".

- I'm not a human being!

...Wait, that seems more appropriate.

Takigawa Yuichi understood something subtly, and decided to fill in this the next time Mori Ogai asked him to fill in the information.

He wants the mafia all over the world to understand! Osamu Dazai! Improper!

The young man was in a happy mood when he thought of this, but he didn't notice the light folded by the scopes outside the two buildings.

"The Chianti side is ready, Rum means, if you can't capture it alive, it will be dealt with." As the second or fifth child, Liu Dao Zong glanced at the text message and held his chin boredly, "It seems that the last mission failed. The matter of gin and wine is really brooding."

In these few short days of lurking, with the help of super high illusion and observation ability, Liu Dao Zong has already figured out the basic situation.

This seemingly threatening black-clothed organization can actually be divided into—

Waste, waste, waste.

Twenty-five boys, gin wine, twenty-five boys.

Waste, waste, waste.

Everyone is happy to kill the gin.

Of course, taking away the opponent's body is not difficult for Liudaozong.

But that didn't do him any good, it just made things more troublesome.

Who wants to do white jobs for this hopeless organization!

"I see."

The dark-haired youth in the shadows assembled the sniper rifle in the piano bag, and there was no emotion in the lowered voice.

A few hours ago, Zhufu Jingguang, codenamed Scotland, received a "gift" from gin on his way here.

A newcomer named Chablis.

He has an impressive resume, especially in interrogating traitors.

Jinjiu's intentions were about to come out, and all Fu Jingguang's alert value was instantly full.

He had to be more cruel than usual.

The thoughts stopped here, and Zhu Fujing raised his gun expressionlessly.

The bullet came out of the barrel of the gun, and the young man frowned slightly before pulling the trigger.

The timing, the location, the angle - everything was perfect.

In the field of vision magnified by the scope, it is the back in the photo that Gin gave him.

However, always feel like where...

bang-

Bullets collided with bullets in the air, and in the howling wind, the silver-haired boy silently lowered his hand holding the gun.

Time freezes at this moment. Zhu Fu Jingguang's heartbeat accelerated, and his fingers on the trigger trembled.

【“It’s not too gentle, Jingguang.”】

The shadow in the memory lowered his eyebrows and ruffled his hair in annoyance during the routine confrontation training.

【"Jingguang?"】

【“Jingguang—!”】

【“Are you listening to me, Jingguang?”】

"What's the matter, Scotland?"

Two pure white shadows overlapped, and Chianti's impatient voice came from Zhu Fu Jingguang's headset. He opened his lips and tried to answer, but he couldn't make a sound.

Yuichi...

[Predator], how could the object he has to get rid of is Yuichi?