Amuro Toru from the US branch of Port Mafia received a call from Youtunan, and was chatting with the other party with a smile on his face.
"yes."
Midorikawa's voice was filled with sadness, "The leader said he wanted to make 'Crab Noodles' for Lord Dazai, Oda Sasaki... Mr. Oda started busy since dawn and quickly finished processing before the birthday party began."
"Thank you for your hard work. How about your birthday party?"
“It’s a bit like when we were in school.”
Midorikawa added, “It’s the school you were when you were 22 years old.”
Police academy?
Amuro asked in surprise: "Where is it like?"
Midorikawa Hiroshi replied implicitly: "It's all quite lively."
Amuro seemed to have some insight, "Balloons, colorful flags, fireworks?"
Midorikawa: "Absolutely."
“…”
What did Amuro Toru want to say? Finally, he fell silent again.
He felt that Hir was becoming more and more adaptable to Mafia's life.
This may be a good thing, maybe not. In the past, the example of undercover agents who had feelings for Black Dao and could not put on police uniforms again was not non-existent.
...But is the port mafia really an organization that can be viewed from an old perspective?
——Tuo Amuro is reserved about this.
Leaving the serious ideological issue, the two of them talked a lot from all over the world. Except for some words that need to be slightly modified, they talked almost everything because undercover in the same organization does not need to keep something secret...
This feeling was so comfortable. Anmu leaned lazily against the back of the chair. He relaxed his body in the guarded branch office, and felt that his brain had been fully rested.
"Mr. Sakaguchi was invited, too."
Midorikawa light said casually.
"The Secret Service Department is also a superpower organization, Sakaguchi is in Yokohama, and his major is more than ours." Tomori Amuro also disliked.
He was invited as a guest at Dazai Osamu's birthday party, which represents the status of Sakaguchi Yasuo in his heart. The latter sneaked away between two police undercover and a spy department undercover, and did not inform the first two of them.
This is normal.
——There are competition among brother departments. It is impossible to say that the information I have worked hard to collect is unconditionally shared with you. It is normal to hide each other, have a trump card, cooperate, and communicate friendlyly when needed.
"I was having a little crazy birthday party, especially later, when Mr. Lan Tang proposed to let the leader and Lord Dazai 'kiss each', Lord Zhongyuan floated up about 30cm..."
?!
Toru Amuro doubted that he was auditory hallucinating, "What did you say?"
"Master Zhongyuan..."
"Previous sentence."
"Oh, this one." Midorikawa Hikaru held back his smile and said in a calm tone, "Didn't I say it? The leader and Lord Dazai are in love."
Amuro Toru shouted softly, grinding his teeth and said, "You wait, wait for me to go back and we will fight alone!"
"I'm afraid you won't?"
"I'm very confident. Mizukawa, who has a sore waist and back pain when peeling fifty crabs?"
“…”
After the young and trained group finished their fights, they made an unnutritious analysis about the love between Mafia's young leader and his newly-adult cadres. They fully realized the fact that he and the other party were singles whose experience was not as good as nothing. They were quite heartbroken and gradually became unhappy.
"I still have work tonight, so I'll hang up first?"
Amuro in New York said.
"It's time for me to make breakfast, let's talk next time."
Midorigawa Hiroshida in Yokohama.
The phone hangs up.
Amuro sat quietly and thought for a while, suddenly remembered-
I remember Kamiyoko said that Ozaki Hongye was his sister, Nakabara was also his younger brother. Now Dazai Osamu has changed from a close friend to a lover, and Mori Osamu is Dazai Osamu's teacher...
The leader and the cadres are really all a family.
Is this the family?
Mafia, which started in Japan, is actually consistent with the mafia composition pattern of its origin.
And with the family as the core...
Stability will first rise.
Amuro kicked his long legs and the office chair was rotated under force. He thought leisurely while turning: So who would be the fifth cadre of Mafia? Among the possible candidates, it seems that Gin is the most competitive. Although Gin has no superpowers, the cold model worker is good at rolling up everything and is dissatisfied.
It's a bit disharmonious.
I wonder if Gin is willing to marry into this warm big family? The age difference between Ozaki Hongye and Gin is too big, and it is really aggrieved for girls. Why not consider Mori Owai?
Amuro thought maliciously.
And sincerely wish that Gin's hairline will be in line with the outside of Mori Ou.
*
The next day.
Toru Amuro received a call from Mikugawa again, and this time it was serious news.
Port Mafia has been awarded by the Supreme Commander of the Supernatural Special Services Section—
Superpower business license.
From now on, Mafia has obtained permission from the government to engage in illegal activities.
To summarize in simpler and more rude language, that is, mafia can legally use superpowers to kill people and enjoy even better power than police.
"How could it be?"
Tori Amuro asked in disbelief, "What is the consideration for the farming officer...?"
"I only know mimic."
Midorikawa smiled bitterly, "It seems that the mimic, a mercenary organization composed of veterans in the French battlefield, fled Europe, smuggled Japan, defeated them, and expelled them, should have been the responsibility of the Special Service Department, but the Special Service Department lacked high-end combat power, so it borrowed the power of Mafia... Maybe the leader had reached an agreement with the farming chief through this matter."
"I have reported this information to the management officer." He paused, and said, "No matter how much I have, it's not something I can find."
Silence spreads.
Toru Amuro wanted to fly back to Yokohama and directly asked Kamiyo Kiyowa face to face, but he knew that he could only think about it. He did not have that identity and position.
Superpower business license.
Hang up the phone, the blond and black-skinned police undercover lowered their eyes and thought.
Supernatural killing is legalized...
Is it?
Amerika seems to have implemented these earlier.
Toru Amuro, who manages the American branch, certainly inherited the connections maintained by Osaki Osaki and Ozaki Hongye, and knew some members of the group. In the group, the leader Fitzgerald is a big capitalist, and his members are in the government and large enterprises. The group can even openly hold diplomatic immunity when going abroad...
never mind.
Let the management officer decide.
At least the public security management officer can contact the farming officer of the secret service department directly.
Amuro sighed and turned his thoughts back to the work at hand.
In mid-July, he was going to return to Yokohama to report his work, and it is almost late June...
It's time to organize the report.
*
July.
On the way to the airport, Toru Amuro encountered a gunfight that broke out on the road. Looking closely, the criminal seemed to be a psychic, and the car had to take a big turn.
Fortunately, I set out early and didn't miss boarding.
The trip took 12 hours. After Anmuro had checked the passengers with his eyes, the flight attendant and the plane structure felt that there was no problem, he closed his eyes and rested.
For a while, he seemed to fall asleep.
Then open your eyes—
?!
The sight of the eye changes drastically.
He was still sitting on the plane, with the smooth clouds outside the window, but the faces of the passengers and crew became unfamiliar. He lowered his head quietly and found that the clothes he was wearing were not the same as he was.
etc!
Will it not be?!
Amuro opened the mobile phone mirror software and breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.
The face is still his face.
The tried and tested police undercover quickly calmed down, took out the things they carried on without changing their faces, and at the same time they pricked up their ears to listen to the passengers' conversations without missing a clue.
20 minutes later, Toru Amuro came to a complicated conclusion based on his experience of watching popular movies.
He changed into a parallel world.
Today is March 30, and the world's peers are sitting on a plane from the United States to Tokyo, Japan, and are still in the cherry blossom season this year.
The most important thing is last year.
In other words, the Black Organization is still active in the world, and the "Amuro Toru" is still the organization's intelligence officer Bourbon, living in a high-pressure environment where he takes a wrong step and dies without a burial place.
——Missing mafia.
——And it is tragic and fortunate that Yokohama in this world is not a concession. Although the war that swept the world exists, it is not a war of supernatural powers...
Yes.
There is no superpower in this world.
There is no port of mafia.
Well, since I am here, have the peers been exchanged?
Hope he can adapt.
Yamuro prayed devoutly to Amaterasu Oshiji.
*
Flight arrives in Tokyo.
Amuro took out his luggage and followed the people who got off the plane to the outside of the airport. He looked around and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief without seeing the pick-up staff suspected of being a black-clothed organization.
Although he also has Bourbon's resume and can play his role in his true nature, it is always good to be able to deal with people in the Black Organization later.
Although returning to Japan means having a mission.
...If you don't have gin, you can also give it. This Japanese model worker can't stand his colleagues too leisurely.
——So how did you cross the road? How do you change it back? There is no superpower here, and the study of time and space...
Anyway, he didn't find any success stories.
well.
I can only expect the time to automatically change back, or maybe I will find something wrong and think of a solution...
Once you come, you will be at peace.
After renting an apartment and checking in, Amuro Tou received an email from Gin before going to bed.
[Task: On the 2nd, board the Star.
——gin]
It is worthy of being a gin in the late stage of suspicion.
The information given is so broken, I guess I need to meet and discuss in detail?
Toru Amuro didn't understand the interpersonal relationships within the world organization, so he cautiously replied, and then watched the emails from the black organization disappear without a trace after flashing.
——This is why he cannot find organizational information through his peer's mobile phone.
The undercover of the blonde and black-skinned police checked the information of the Starlight and found that it was a cruise ship. He instinctively listed the method of boarding the cruise ship. After thinking about it, he wrote down the content of the gin with paper and pen and hid it in the bedboard to avoid sleeping and returning to each other with his peers, and cheating himself in this world.
*
Amuro didn't sleep well.
The next day, he was woken up by Gin's phone call.
I was sure I didn't change it back. Amuro looked at the phone that kept ringing in confusion and felt a chill.
Gin is angry?
I was so angry that I felt cold here?
Amuro answered the phone.
"Borbon, why didn't you come?" Gin's cold words came from the other end of the phone, concise and cold, "The Starlight is offshore."
"?"
Amuro was puzzled, "Didn't you say No. 2?"
The sound of gin was colder, as if patience had reached its limit, "Today is No. 2."
"No-"
able.
The sound of Amuro Tsubaki ended abruptly.
While answering the phone, he pulled the curtains in the bedroom of the apartment. The snowflakes outside the window made him speechless.
This is……
What's going on?!
"Sorry, Gin, I've overslept."
Realizing that he had encountered a supernatural incident, Toru Amuro sincerely apologized and promised to help him wholeheartedly in the next mission. He skillfully brought out Rum's proposal to reject Gin's attempt to increase the price. He then argued with this suspicious disease and ended the call safely.
He knew Gin didn't believe him, but that wasn't the point.
Amuro looked at the overlooked mobile phone desktop in detail and showed that today was December 2, and the weather was light snowing.
“…”
“…………”
No wonder it's so cold.
The battle-hardened public security undercover has rich and colorful experiences, which is enough to allow him to deal with most scenes in the world, but in this scene he—
How could it be yesterday spring and today winter?!
absurd.
Amuro's expression was distorted.
He clicked on the calendar of his cell phone, and the veins on his forehead jumped happily.
Tomorrow is February 14th?! And in half a month it is February 14th?! You are having a fight with Valentine's Day, right?!
The collapse of adults only takes a moment.
Wow.
The poor policeman who lacks winter clothes wrapped his quilt tightly—