[Q is released. 】

Almost the second after Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped off the plane, a message popped up on the encrypted channel.

A black limousine stopped beside, and the mafia wearing sunglasses in the driver's seat stepped down without a word, and respectfully opened the rear door.

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, his eyes did not take his eyes off the screen.

[Ogai-sama is very angry about this. 】

The five fingers holding the phone were clenched tightly, even if Ozaki Hongye didn't say it clearly, the actual meaning of this text message was self-evident.

Whether the negotiation failed or not at all - either way, Q's release was against the leader's wishes.

This is not a good sign.

The port mafia has a strict relationship between superiors and subordinates, which means that Mori Owai's orders are absolute.

What is Takigawa thinking?

Q What is the value of not willing to let him disobey the order?

Zhongyuan Zhongya's expression was not good, remembering the eyes of the boy who said these words that day, hesitating for a moment, he dialed the number on the list.

"Moses Moses?"

The imaginary voice didn't sound, instead it was a beaten tone that reached his ears.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't speak either, but from the rearview mirror in the car, his expression darkened little by little, like a volcano before it erupted.

The man in black who was driving carefully looked away, trying to drive the car more smoothly.

In this way, the anger of the other party may not spread to himself.

Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth and tried to control his emotions in front of his subordinates: "Trash Dazai! Why did you answer the phone, Takikawa?"

Dazai Osamu said softly, "Huh?" "When Yuichi was undercover, of course the cell phone he contacted was kept in the office."

It was only then that Zhongyuan Zhongyao remembered that Takigawa Yuichi had recently acquired an undercover identity. He frowned and was not quite used to it.

Just then, there was a burst of gunfire in the background of the phone, followed by the terrified screams of the crowd as they plunged into chaos.

Dazai is not at headquarters.

Zhongyuan Zhong also calmed down and quickly came to a conclusion.

"Where are you?" he asked in a deep voice, throwing the information in his hand aside.

Osamu Dazai didn't even think about it: "I'm cooperating with the annoying Q-kun to rob."

As soon as these words fell, Q at his feet immediately resisted, "This is not called robbery! I just want to give the diamonds to Yuichi!"

"..."

Q's ability should not use guns.

In other words, in addition to the port mafia, there is another party present.

Zhongyuan Zhong also has no worries about Dazai's safety. In fact, he wished that the other party died in the chaos.

But unfortunately, this guy's life is much more tenacious than the average person.

Now, though, is not the time to think about things that don't matter.

Zhongyuan Zhong also released the corners of his tightly pursed lips, and his cobalt blue eyes exuded killing intent.

"Did you disobey the leader's orders too, Dazai?"

The temperature in the car dropped a few degrees, and the angry Zhongyuan Zhong also shuddered just sitting there. A red light climbed on his shoulders—the next second, the entire car was wrapped in supernatural powers and stopped forcibly in the middle of the road.

The bullets of the snipers in the residential areas on both sides fell into the air, and Zhongyuan Zhong also pushed the door and walked down, still not planning to interrupt the call.

But Osamu Dazai on the other end of the phone chuckled in an ambiguous tone.

"No." Osamu Dazai said slowly, "It is better to say that it is because of Mr. Mori's will that I am standing here."

Osamu Dazai, who possesses [Disqualification in the Human World], is not only Q's safety device, but also the key to control Yuichi Takigawa's [Plunder].

Thanks to Yuu's behavior of thinking about how to kill him every day, compared to Nakahara Nakaya, Mori Owai is more at ease with Dazai for the time being.

The communication was unilaterally cut off, but Zhongyuan Zhongya's anger did not disappear.

- He was cut off from the operation.

This realization made Zhongyuan Zhong also feel subtly unhappy.

never mind.

No matter what Takigawa is thinking, if he has any crooked ideas, just give him a punch like he did to Dazai.

The boy's back was held against the cold muzzle, and the enemies pouring out from all directions all aimed at the black smear in the center of the road.

With a bang, the trigger was pulled.

But the planned picture did not come.

The bullet exploded before it was shot out of the barrel, and the originally hard steel pipe was vulnerable to the crushing of gravity.

"Wait, wait—don't shoot!"

"The information is wrong! This is..."

"Come on together."

Zhongyuan Zhong also interrupted their words impatiently. In the dark night of a foreign country, he slightly raised his jaw and pulled the corners of his lips arrogantly, his eyes rolled with cold killing intent.

"I'm in a hurry."

Something horrible happened.

Takigawa Yu, who was huddled on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes. The shirt on his neckline was spread out, revealing a beautiful collarbone under his neck.

The boy was panting/breathing rapidly, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

... where did it come from?

Yu Takigawa was stunned for a moment, realizing that the wrist of one hand was handcuffed, and the other end was attached to the foot of the coffee table beside the sofa.

"Waking up from an unfamiliar environment is what you did?"

A cold voice came from the darkness in the corner, and Yu Takigawa turned his head to meet those familiar green eyes.

"I know you're there," he said, sitting up, finding a tuft of his hair scorched.

Yuichi Takigawa thought for a while, barely remembering the fact that he pressed Nozawa Taiki on the ground.

He should have been drunk then, but now he is...

Thinking of this, Yu Guang suddenly noticed a few bottles of spirits on the coffee table.

... suddenly had a bad premonition.

Gin shouldn't be tied to him to practice drinking, right?

Takikawa Yu had a pain in his forehead, and said very sincerely: "I'll be crazy when I'm drunk."

Jin Jiu sneered: "What do you think you are tortured for?"

Belmod is right, Spinita is a bird.

He may have some talent, but he also has a lot of weaknesses. Gin has no patience in this regard, so he chose the simplest and rude way to let the other party grow up quickly.

"You'd better do it yourself." Gin looked at him and stated calmly, "It won't be so gentle when I do it."

...this is not gentle at all!

Yu Takigawa complained expressionlessly and moved slowly, suddenly feeling that he should learn from Gin.

When it is not necessary, he is generally not so harsh on his subordinates.

Most of the port mafia is a group operation, one person loses the chain, another person will immediately make up.

But the main thing is that he is too busy, which is the inevitable price of holding power in his hands.

The transparent liquid was poured into the cup, and Takigawa Yu took a sip, estimating the amount of alcohol he had, and frowned slightly.

Forget the previous time, who knows if he will confess something when he is drunk.

Only in this place, Takigawa Yu has no confidence in himself.

"I'll finish it." He discussed with the shadow in the corner, "Why don't you go out and wait for me?"

Gin glanced at his metal-bound wrist, and suddenly pulled the corner of his lips and snorted, "Don't be so clever, Spinita. We all know what you'll do after that."

pour out.

Carpets, sofas, whatever is within reach of this lounge, Spinita makes the most of it.

Gin didn't mind the other's cleverness, but he hoped that Spinita would put his mind on other things.

Takigawa Yuichi gave a perfunctory "Oh", and took another sip silently.

He did it on purpose, and the progress was too slow.

The brim of the hat was covered with a layer of light black under the eyes, and the fingers of the gin holding the cigarette tightened, and finally dipped the sparkle into the martini liquor at hand.

Really good for him.

Gin lowered his eyes and laughed softly.

The shadow hooded his head from above, Takikawa Yu raised his head, and asked the man who walked behind him at some point, "You want to do it again... uh!..."

The strength, the angle, everything is exactly the same.

Gin stretched out one hand to force the other person to look up, the other hand mercilessly poured the wine down the glass.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

During the violent struggle, there was a crisp sound when the metal collided with the table legs. The boy's neck was forced to bend in a smooth arc, and yellowish liquid overflowed from the corner of his mouth, soaking the already wrinkled collar of his shirt.

Spinita, white wine.

Jin Jiu remembered the incident that he was bitten a few hours ago, and there was a sarcastic smile in his tone: "Aren't you going to comment on your own taste?"

The spicy liquid flowed down the throat, and Takigawa Yuichi, who had regained the air, narrowed his eyes, and began to consider the possibility of killing the opponent in the few seconds he was awake.

Well, he now knew what Dazai meant when he said "I'll take revenge" when he was drawing the turtle.

A laughter overflowed from the boy's throat.

This was a confrontation between pure power and strength. The precious wine bottles on the coffee table were smashed into pieces, and the huge movement made Chianti outside knocking on the door.

"Hey, Gin, what's wrong..."

The woman's voice came to an abrupt end in the wine-filled air.

On the soft single sofa, Spinita grabbed Gin's collar with her handcuffed hand. He sat astride the man's belly, his white shirt mottled with red wine. The soaked clothes fit against the boy's arched back, framing slender and powerful muscles.

Spinita was furious like a beast, and shouted drunkenly, "You drink too!"

Gin narrowed his eyes, pulled him down and slammed him on the fragile coffee table next to him.

"Get out." He glanced up at Chianti, who was speechless in shock.

Chianti closed the door like a soulless puppet.

The movement inside the door continued, Chianti walked to the corner, and when he heard Cohen ask "what's the matter?", he silently picked up his love gun.

"I'm not sure, it seems like an interrogation?...Training?...No, why don't you take a look yourself?"

Ley smiled beside him: "Sometimes fighting is emotional."

Bourbon's eyes moved over, as if to make a move.

Rye's hand holding the wine glass stopped immediately.

At the moment when the fighting in the door stopped, he explained to Bourbon tactfully:

"Don't look at me, you go to Spinita to fight, I'm not gay."

Bourbon, who didn't know why the other party wanted to tell him such a thing, frowned. He glanced at the empty wine bottle on the bar, snorted disdainfully, and tried to justify his friend's name:

"Neither is Spinita."

Ley: ?

Ley: So what did you stink just now?

Splitting headache.

When he woke up again, Takigawa Yuichi only had this feeling.

With a irritable tut, he tossed his shirt aside as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower head.

The water column that fell from the heights slid all the way down his shoulders, Takigawa Yu raised his eyes and brushed the broken hair from his forehead to the back of his head indifferently.

"Host, Chablis just sent you a message." The system reminded weakly in his mind.

Takikawa Yu raised his eyes, water drops fell on his eyelashes, his thinking was a little slow, and it took half a minute to respond.

"I see."

In this world, Italy should be afternoon.

He disclosed some information to the other party before, probably the jailbreak was successful.

Then, on the Italian side, it's a showdown between Guardians and Guardians.

Even though he said so, Yuichi Takikawa always felt that according to Bai Lan's character, he should still have a hand.

"By the way, your whitewashing point has exceeded minus three digits." The system said painfully, "You really don't need to do something good."

Yuichi Takigawa turned off the shower head: "No."

The system whimpered.

So the young man stopped twisting his hair and opened his torn lips suspiciously: "Speaking of which, I wanted to ask a long time ago."

"?"

"Do you know Irie Masaichi?"

"...This is not your friend."

Takikawa Yuichi raised the corners of his lips with interest, and let out a breathy laugh: "Oh, you look a lot like him."

Shoichi Irie is a techie, and he applied for many patents before being invited by Bai Lan to join Mirufiore.

But as a genius, that guy also has a very obvious weakness——

Stomach pain when nervous.

Such a person cannot be a villain.

So Takigawa Yuichi was not surprised when he learned that Masaichi Irie had defected and went to Peng Lie.

However, since he could have expected this, Bai Lan must have thought of it too.

Why didn't he dismantle Zhengyi?

The system laughed twice: "You are overrated."

"Whatever." Takigawa Yu raised his eyebrows and replied in a flat tone.

As long as it doesn't hurt his interests.

The boy thought so and put on a clean shirt.

This thing was placed next to him before he woke up, and Yu Takigawa knew it was Bourbon without thinking.

Ley had nothing to do with him, and it was a miracle that Cohen didn't take revenge for the chaos. As for the gin—

Ha, gin certainly isn't much better.

Thinking like this, Takigawa Yuichi felt that even the headache was a little less, he pushed open the bathroom door, just took a step but turned back suddenly.

"Who?"

It's the smell of blood.

As soon as Takigawa Yu clenched his fists, he subconsciously punched into the darkness.

The man tilted his head, dodged and grabbed his wrist. The thickly calloused thumb pressed lightly on the red mark made by the handcuffs, and just as Takigawa Yuichi was about to launch the second round of attack, the man pulled him into the shadows together.

Takigawa Yu was stunned for a moment, and heard a faint sigh.

"……Scotland?"

"Yeah." Scotland responded perfunctorily. He seemed to have just arrived after finishing his mission, and half of his coat was stained black with dried blood.

"Not my blood."

Those blue cat eyes drooped down, and Scotland's eyes couldn't see any emotion, but just casually swept the corners of the cracked lips of the boy in front of him.

For a long time, he twisted a strand of wet silver hair beside the boy's ear with his fingers.

"At least blow dry your hair, Yuichi."