Chapter three hundred and ninety seventh hard-working good brother
Pisk was used to being hung up on, that was Gin's style.
Although his words have a mocking effect and a threatening aura.
But most of the time the other party hangs up the phone if they disagree, as if saying another word is a waste of time.
Compared to being ridiculed and threatened by Gin's weird and sinister tone, Pisk still liked being hung up on.
Gin is the safest if it doesn't speak.
When Gin meets someone he wants to kill, he talks the most and also laughs. For example, when communicating about tasks, when the method of death of the task target is mentioned, Gin will talk more.
The more murderous he is, the more he talks.
Pisk didn't want to enjoy this treatment.
However, Gin said it casually...
Is that what you mean?
To a certain extent, Gin couldn't tell lies, so he said it casually...
It seems that he is really taking matters into his own hands to deal with Havana's problems.
Speaking of which, after Shirley became a child, did she hide in an elementary school?
As for Mihua...
Mihua’s elementary school...
Didan Primary School?
Pisk thought for a moment, closed the computer, and walked out of the room.
Arrive at the Havana room.
He would not be harsh on Havana. Anyway, the house he lived in did not lack a guest room.
In the room, Havana was sitting at the table, looking very obedient, but wiping a pocket pistol.
"Lord Pisk." Havana greeted while cleaning his gun.
He hadn't learned how to practice shooting for a long time, and his results in training at the training ground were average.
Even if the body is transformed through experiments and has a physical quality that is beyond ordinary people, it cannot acquire other skills out of thin air.
Unless he gets another pair of eyes, one more suitable for using a gun.
However, researchers at the laboratory said that his eyes were not suitable for surgical replacement.
Otherwise, he would have already replaced this pair of eyes that may have cataracts.
Havana spent his life to complete the experiment of body modification.
His eyesight is gradually declining.
At the same time, he only has five years to live.
But it is still better than being an experimental subject with only a number and being thrown away casually with the corpses of a group of unknown people after death.
Wild dogs die in the wilderness without anyone noticing.
And domestic dogs…
Maybe Lord Cahor wouldn't mind erecting a tombstone for him?
He always wanted to die as a human being.
Even if it is a dog, it is only one person's dog.
"I will arrange admission for you, go to Didan Elementary School, and then..." Kenzo Mayama's voice sounded matter-of-factly.
"In that school, find the two children who were with you at the memorial service."
"Don't do anything after you find them, become friends with them, and then..."
"Stare at them." He said with a strange smile.
"I understand." Masaki Sosuke nodded.
It doesn't matter which school he goes to.
As for going to elementary school...
It seems like he never went to elementary school?
Maybe it was because it was so long ago that he didn't remember.
Now he only remembers the pure white room, the experiments again and again, and the many people in white coats crossing each other.
Sure enough, those two guys are of some value to the organization. Lord Caol drew their blood last time.
So is he also an experimental subject of the organization?
And it’s still an experimental subject raised outside?
Then keep an eye on them.
The experimental subject that occupies Cahor-sama's gaze...
It's enough for you to have yourself alone.
Kenzo Masuyama thinks Havana is pretty good.
At least he was obedient and didn't ask too many questions.
That's enough.
…
lupin bar.
I was halfway drinking vodka when I was stopped by gin.
Because the two of them had to continue their tasks at night.
Collect intelligence, trade with people, kill people and silence them.
Therefore, every codename member of the organization needs to have force value.
Otherwise, the task cannot be completed.
Even members of the intelligence services are the same.
Collecting intelligence also involves killing people.
Bourbon is Rum's subordinate, so he is assigned to the intelligence department.
And gin...
He reports directly to the boss and is nominally in charge of the operations department, but in fact he does all types of tasks.
Sometimes he even leads the team when it comes to logistics.
Vodka also knows not to drink too much, as drinking too much will delay the mission.
After all, when he drinks too much...
Vodka remembered the video that had been recorded.
When he drank too much, he would hold the bottle and cry wildly, calling for his mother while wanting to go home.
An adult in his thirties.
Vodka said the situation was too embarrassing and he didn't want to admit it.
Fortunately, the video has been deleted by him.
I don’t know why there happened to be a mobile phone in the room that day that was recording the whole thing.
It also happened to record him when he was alone late at night.
He didn't dare to drink alone at home for fear of leaving another video.
"The bar is about to open, let's go." Gin stood up neatly.
On the other side, he looked at Dazai Osamu, a boy in white clothes, who was eating crabs unscrupulously in the bar, with a faint look in his eyes.
From time to time, he stretched out his hand and tried to touch the boy.
Bai Zai: Let me have a taste too.
Tsujima Shuji, on the other hand, was dodging left and right with the crab in his hands, trying not to let him touch it until his death.
Shuji Tsushima: Hey~ Are you envious?
The man in white has an expressionless face, but his overall aura is even more tired.
"Even if you are..." The boy's meaning was unclear.
"Don't even try to snatch a crab from me!" But he made a gesture that he would rather die than obey.
As for what you should add after the half-sentence you haven’t finished yet...
It's just up to other people's imagination.
"Do you really still want to eat?" The man in white smiled with a look that saw everything through.
What was left in front of Tsushima Shuji were two complete crabs.
Even if there are fragments of the other person's soul, I dare not say that I really know the other person very well.
But I still know about this hobby.
Dazai Osamu would not touch crabs without shells.
This is why he likes canned crab meat, including the previous crab meat dishes, almost all of which are crabs that do not need to be shelled.
Shuji Tsushima: ...It’s not always pleasant to communicate with my other self.
As a good brother, shouldn't you show off?
Now help me peel out the crab meat!
"I'm leaving with Gin and the others." The man in white smiled meaningfully.
Shuji Tsushima: I just didn’t want to peel the crabs, so I just looked for an opportunity to run away——
Do you think you can fool me?!
"As a brother we haven't seen for a long time, are you in such a hurry to leave?" the young man said with dark eyes.
"I can't help it, after all, I am also doing your mission." Osamu Dazai in white sighed softly.
"No one can stay in the organization without paying any price." He looked at the young man helplessly.
Bourbon and Scotland on the side suddenly realized.
No wonder Kaa is so relaxed!
So free!
No tasks at all!
It turns out Osamu Dazai did it!
One person has to do the task of two people...
It's so hard.
Bourbon rubbed his chin and thought.
Why don’t I have such a hard-working brother?
But after thinking about the other party setting fire to the whole family...
And I think it’s actually quite good not to have one.
You still have to rely on yourself to be a good person/be confident.