"So you came here?"

Ten o'clock in the evening, Tokyo.

Takigawa Yuichi was sitting in the corner of the club, his subordinate's report on the operation was in his headset, but Irie Masaichi's voice sounded in his head.

"I'm just doing a normal mission." He said, took the card handed over by the unknown person, and took a sip of water from the glass, "It's just you, you haven't spoken to me for several days. "

Having appeared here as a port mafia cadre after a long absence, Yuichi Takigawa glanced around and inevitably found a few acquaintances.

Since the last time he obtained the undercover information in the hands of Hideyoshi Sato in the Club, Yuichi Takigawa personally compared it.

As expected, this information was half-truth and half-false, but he pinpointed a few undercover agents that he personally placed in the police.

It is worth noting that one of his subordinates, named [Suzuki Eisuke], has made mistakes three times in a row.

Takigawa Yuichi looked at the latest information sent by the man on the phone, and tutted irritably.

Of course, the people he personally cultivated must be eliminated by him.

"I'm trying to get in touch with the family that Estoraneo had negotiated with before." Masa Irie said with a headache, "The Six Paths don't know where to go, and even Kurom can't get in touch."

"Maybe it's traveling." Yuichi Takigawa said indifferently, "Also, you'd better not help me."

Irie Masaichi: "?"

Yuichi Takigawa: "Associating with other families privately as Peng Lie will be regarded as a traitor."

"..." Masaichi Irie was silent for a moment, "I seem to be in a private relationship now."

"That's right." Takigawa Yuichi suddenly realized, "Are you going to be killed? If there is a commission, I can reluctantly take a plane to rescue you."

Irie Masaichi sighed, his voice sounded not worried about him at all, but changed the subject: "Have you seen Tsunayoshi-kun?"

"Peng Lie ten generations?" Yuichi Takigawa recalled, "I met once before when the agreement was signed."

Unlike everyone in the port mafia, the godfather always had the corners of his lips curved gently. He sat at the other end of the long table, the flames flickering on his forehead, and his eyes shone brightly.

In the spacious conference hall, after greeting Mori Ogai briefly, the young godfather turned his attention.

["Nice to see you again, Takigawa-kun."]

Sawada Tsunayoshi said with a worried expression on his face.

【"Feel good?"】

...Why use "again"?

Yu Takigawa frowned and suddenly found this strange place.

"But I met his teacher several times." Takigawa Yuichi said sternly, "Reborn-kun is a terrible man, I hope I can grow as tall as him in the future."

Irie Masaichi:  …

Irie Masaichi: So that's what you care about!

[Cadre Takigawa, at three o'clock, find the target]

Yu Takigawa stood up.

【wait wait wait】

The voices of the members of the Mafia in the headset were lowered, and their nerves were subconsciously tense.

[The police were found hidden two hundred meters away, please give an order]

Under the ambiguous light of the club, the teenager frowned.

In these short few minutes, many possibilities for action exposure flashed through Yuichi Takigawa's mind.

But no matter which one it was, he was quickly ruled out.

"Go and check "Why Do I Want to Be Whitewashed", and keep in mind the website: m.1. What's the deal here tonight." Yuichi Takigawa ordered, his face calm, "Before the other party opens fire, stand by where you are."

In the distance, [Suzuki Eisuke] walked into the bathroom.

The boy let out a laugh from his throat.

"Of course, if they don't listen to the advice, take the initiative to attack."

With slender fingers running over the rim of the cup, Yuichi Takigawa put the empty cup into the tray of the passing waiter.

His lips opened and closed, and his voice was cold.

"Kill them all and leave none."

The dead are much easier to deal with than the living.

Quiet and pale corpses have their own merits, they won't speak, they won't testify, and the rain will wipe away the traces of their existence and the proof of their crimes.

"...Or else you'd better have two more drinks at the bar, Yuichi."

As Takigawa Yuichi stepped up the stairs, Irie Shoichi couldn't help but say.

"I think you're more human when you're drunk."

"It's so annoying, I don't want to be a fool." Yuichi Takigawa replied unabashedly, then paused, "And..."

He glanced at the time on his phone.

There are three compartments in total, and only one is locked.

When Yu Takigawa kicked the door and locked the door, Eisuke Suzuki was putting the phone wrapped in a waterproof bag into the water tank.

"Also, it's not like they haven't been given a chance." The boy muttered in a voice that only Irie Masaichi could hear.

"Taki, Takigawa-sama."

The moment a familiar face came into view, Eisuke Suzuki subconsciously clenched his phone tightly.

He looked panicked, trying to protect the information that he wanted to pass out.

The Metropolitan Police Department has many eyes, and while becoming an undercover agent, Suzuki Eisuke's every move is also monitored.

To ensure safety, here is a third-party venue carefully selected by Eisuke Suzuki.

It is clear that Cadre Takigawa should go on patrol today, what went wrong?

Takigawa Yuichi leaned against the wall and loaded the bullet into it without hesitation.

"There are no steps here, you can just bite into something."

[I found out that there is a drug/drug trade on the third floor of the club. 】

The subordinate in the headset reported.

[The traitor Suzuki Eisuke was transferred last week to the Criminal Division Search Co-Aid Section, and the other party hopes that we can leave room for negotiation. 】

Takigawa Yuichi listened to these words quietly, and raised his eyelids for a while.

"You get along well with your colleagues, Suzuki-kun. What, you have feelings for undercover? After staying in the dark for a long time, you suddenly want to catch the light?"

The man's lips twitched and moved, not daring to look up.

Because of his intelligence, last week's operation, the same group of police officers with him survived the operation.

When Suzuki Eisuke reacted, he regretted it, but his friend who should have died took his shoulder in surprise and asked him how he knew the site where the port mafia was ambushing in advance.

["What are you doing with a straight face, let's go, my wife said that I will invite you to drink today."]

【“If you are not drunk, you will not return! If you are not drunk, you will not return!”】

That guy just got married.

With the first time, there is a second time.

If there is a second time, there will be a third time.

Because he was lucky not to be found, Suzuki Eisuke thought he would be lucky all the time.

"To be honest, I'm not interested in what kind of friends you have made, and I know what's going on in your mind full of cotton wool." Yuichi Takigawa pulled down the bolt with one hand, lowered his eyes with regret, "Unfortunately, There are so many ways to be helpful, and you have to pick the dumbest one."

Suzuki Eisuke knelt down tremblingly and bit the stone brick of the sink.

Kick the back of the head and destroy its jaw.

There is no precedent for the Port Mafia's treatment of traitors.

No mercy, just like a printed ID card, there are clear regulations in even the details.

Eisuke Suzuki thought he was ready, but when the sound of broken bones sounded, he couldn't help crying.

"sorry Sorry"

"I don't want to, and I don't want to, but that guy always invites me to drink and babbles endlessly..."

"I can't watch him die, please forgive me, please forgive me, Takigawa-sama—"

The man howled.

Yuichi Takigawa stared at him for a while, first thinking of Kenji Hagihara in the previous explosion, and then thinking of the unconscious Jingguang Zhufu.

Eisuke Suzuki fell to the ground unsupported, blood pouring out of his mouth, and a carton of warm milk rolled out of the pocket of his suit jacket.

["Please accept it, Takigawa-sama."]

The man in his thirties touched the back of his head embarrassedly, his ears were half red, and after speaking, he ran to continue to stand guard.

Takigawa Yuichi remembered everything about his subordinates, but he still pulled the bolt with a blank face.

- Turned the tortured traitor over and fired three shots in the chest.

One after another, the man's cry gradually faded away.

His pupils were dilated, and the milk bottle was shattered by bullets.

The warm liquid mixed with red, a dazzling sign of death.

Eisuke Suzuki struggled to raise his hand.

"Three." Takigawa Yuichi said lightly, "This is the number of my subordinates that I lost for no reason because you leaked information."

Suzuki Eisuke paused, and gradually loosened the five fingers holding the phone.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and at the last moment of the loss of his life, he asked in an inaudible voice, "Ba, including me..."

"..." Takikawa Yu pursed his lips and said softly, "Yeah".

The raised hand suddenly fell at the moment of death, and in this quiet night, Suzuki Hidesuke's vital signs completely disappeared.

Another shot.

The moment the door behind him was knocked open, Yuichi Takigawa smashed the phone together with the man's palm.

Warm blood splattered on his face, and the boy's back slammed into the wall mercilessly.

It's not that you can't dodge, it's just that there is no need to dodge.

Takikawa Yuichi's eyelashes trembled, staring at the young man with his head lowered in front of him for a while, but silently took out a band-aid from his pocket and put it on the other's face. superior.

Matsuda Jinping had a faint smell of smoke on his body, and his sunglasses were smashed by one foot in the action just now.

【“Police oath...what is it?”】

In his memories, the boy in police uniform looked up at him.

At that time, Yuichi was only eighteen years old, much shorter than he is now. His silver hair was forced into a high ponytail.

[“Forget it, admission is the second, and I will definitely be the first after graduation.”]

There is no such thing at all.

At the graduation ceremony, there were only five of the original six.

Later, Jianggu and Zhufu were also unable to connect, and they changed from five to three.

It is said that seeing is believing, so far, Matsuda Jinping can only slowly release the hand that grabbed the other's collar.

He couldn't even ask "why".

[“There is a cadre of the port mafia in it, Suzuki can save it if he can, and forget it if he can’t.”]

Before breaking into this place, the commander of the headquarters gave such an order indifferently.

In the chaos, the policeman who had survived because of Suzuki clenched his gun in resistance:

【"Why! Suzuki is not our comrade..."】

["Shut up."] The officer irritably lit a cigarette, ["Suzuki Eisuke was originally a member of the Port Mafia."]

["The kid inside led a team to destroy an entire family some time ago, with fifty-seven lives, and he didn't even leave us any evidence of a crime."]

["Pick up your gun and do your part."]

There are also many types of mafia. When he was in the amusement park, Matsuda Jinping once told himself that Yuichi was different.

He saved Kenji, defused the bomb, and protected the public interest in the endless darkness.

But now, Matsuda Jinhei clearly realized that one day, he must raise his gun to Yuichi.

"...do you want to beat me up?"

Matsuda Zhenping stepped back and picked up the sunglasses on the ground: "Well."

"When you do this action, I can kill you three times."

Matsuda Jinping stared at the young man in front of him for a while, then suddenly pulled away the corners of his lips in self-sacrificing: "You want to say this at this time?"

Takigawa Yuu thought for a while.

"I don't know," he answered honestly, "but I guess you will ignore me in the future, so it is reasonable to infer that you should talk more now."

"You're a criminal, I'm a policeman, and we'll meet again sooner or later."

"and then?"

"Then I will find evidence of your crime and bring you to justice."

"How do you know the law is right?"

"Because that's justice for the majority."

"What about the few people who are ignored?"

Matsuda Jinhei did not answer the question.

The sound of rain outside the window was dull, pounding on the window.

Some people are cheering for the seizure of drugs/criminals, and some people can't shed a single tear because of the "death" of their companions.

Matsuda Jinhei just watched the boy jump from the window.

"Don't show your back in front of me next time." Yuichi Takigawa said.

【“Will you help me, Zhenping?”】

Matsuda Jinpei stood on the spot, and once again thought of the boy's hand holding his sleeve.

How did he answer then?

【"……understood."】

【"Always?"】

【“Huh? I don’t want to keep teaching you to write reviews!”】

At that time, Matsuda Jinping yelled at him angrily.

Eighteen-year-old Yuichi blinked and let go of his hand gently.

["Well, not all the time."]

The young man lowered his eyes and said to himself, obviously there was no expression, but he looked sad.

No one thought they would get to where they are today.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and the second Takigawa Yu left the building, he turned on the illusion device.

He didn't check the text message, just walked towards the place agreed in advance.

The image of Spinita is reflected in the windows of the Porsche.

"How did it get like this?" Vodka asked curiously when the car door was opened. Takigawa Yuichi: "I didn't bring an umbrella."

"...You don't even bring a sniper rifle, do you?"

"..." Vodka was silent, "There is a spare in the trunk, do you want to take it?"

Six hundred yards away, a light was lit in an apartment.

Their mission target sits at the dinner table, laughing and chatting with their wives.

No one could imagine that such a man made a fortune privately through human trafficking.

Takigawa Yu held the gun at one end, and was a little lost when he aimed.

But soon, Gin's arm crossed his shoulder and pulled the trigger for him.

With a bang, accompanied by the painful scream of a woman in the distance, Yuichi Takigawa raised his head curiously.

"What are you sad about?" Jin Jiu didn't let go of his plans, just lowered his eyes

asked.

Yuichi Takigawa: "Ultraman died in the episode I watched this morning."

Jin Jiu stared at him for a while, then suddenly pulled the corners of his lips and sneered: "Lie."

Takigawa Yuichi looked back: "Then I'm not sad, you guessed wrong."

Under the moonlight, the boy's skin was cold and pale.

Raindrops fell on his eyelashes, and the pursed lips became moist.

"You say, what do you like and what do you hate?"

Spinita frowned, chattering.

"If you like me, why shoot? If you hate me, why don't you beat me?"

Gin's gaze fell calmly, and at this moment, TopKiller suddenly wanted to open Spinita's mouth and let him reveal his little secret to the public.

But why is he so caring?

Gin was expressionless, and simply stuffed the cigarette that had just been lit into his mouth.

Takigawa Yu took a breath and choked for a long time.

Gin sneered, pulling the sniper rifle from him.

Six hundred yards away, a headshot.

So in the apartment with romantic candles, the screaming woman also disappeared.

"The feathers are not full, and I'm still thinking about how to fly." Jin Jiu said coldly, "I'm not allowed to watch your cartoon next time."

"They said it wasn't a cartoon!"

Gin stopped, and his icy eyes suddenly fell: "The smell of freshener, where have you been?"

"..."

Takigawa Yu paused for a while, and just as he was about to knit something, the stack of cards that had been stuffed in his pocket fell with a clatter.

Vodka leaned over and took a few glances: "Spinita, your things dropped..."

All are custom shop cards, most of which are printed with the personal information of the cowherd.

Gin glanced lightly and grabbed someone who wanted to escape.

"To ask for leave with me is to go to this kind of place." Gin laughed coldly, "Spinita, being deceived by someone will affect your relationship and work."

"court death?"

"..."

Although it is not the case, it seems more reasonable to understand it this way.

Takigawa Yuichi suddenly realized, and did not know where Gin was angry.

He even picked the best looking one on the ground and asked innocently:

"Then I invite you next time?"

In the silence, vodka's heart was ashes.

To be killed, to be killed.

Vodka recited this sentence silently in his heart, praying that the elder brother would be lighter when he started.

But unexpectedly, Gin just took the card out of Spinita's hand.

"Not interested in."

Gin replied coldly, glancing at Spinita's gloves.

"Also, don't touch dirty things next time."