"Finally...... Is it over? ”

This is the first voice to ask.

Then, the second, third, Yue Yue's head poked out from behind the ruins.

"Kusuda-kun," another person asked, "what are we going to do?" ”

There was a man standing in the center of the field of vision, and it was he who calmly commanded the retreat of everyone when everyone was panicking at the successive blows.

In the atmosphere of a dazed headless fly, only his eyes were resolute and bright, his voice fell, and his eyes converged on Nantian Lu Dao from different directions.

This building is the headquarters of the Mud Misery.

On weekdays, it towers into the sky, reminding the grandeur of Japan's underground society, the largest gang: everyone who goes out of the gate wears suits and ties, and the floor of the hall is polished, shiny leather shoes are stepped on, and the reflection of marble illuminates the human figure.

So in the event of retaliation, it has also become a target.

The first to bear the brunt is the organization, and the Mud Misery Society did not succeed in killing the second-in-command of the mysterious organization, but was beaten to the ground by Fang - they directly dispatched a helicopter gunship!

This is not only the gap in firepower, but also the absolute suppression of open space, the building is covered in bruises under the dense firepower, the ground is cracked, and the whole building cannot find a single intact glass.

When the helicopter flew away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But what they didn't expect was that the organization was just a signal of the beginning, and it was really a devastating blow, or the liquidation of the Japanese public security.

They were ambushed in the inner line of the public security, and they didn't lose their spirits much, so they ran around under the strafing of machine guns, and barely saved a small life.

Under the two rounds of sweeping, there is no one left in the management of the mud misery club.

Fortunately, this time it was a fight between the gods, even if it was the Japanese public security, the spearhead would only be quasi-high-level and well-known wanted criminals, and the small fish and shrimp at the bottom were not available to arrest, and these people would barely survive.

After this battle, Nantian Ludao, an originally inconspicuous little member, suddenly jumped out and became the center of everyone's attention because of his unruly command.

Nantian Ludao said: "It doesn't matter, it's just an unprepared assault." Think about it, will we fall from the position of the eldest brother because of an action by the public security? ”

The crowd shook their heads.

In the history of the Mud Misery, similar assaults have been born many times, and the thin camel is bigger than the horse, even if the top level changes wave after wave, the branch gangs that can't be burned like wildfire below will emerge one after another.

"Will the public security sweep our divisions one by one?"

The crowd shook their heads again.

In addition to the main building, there are also pubs, bars, and restaurants...... In the small shops on the corners and alleys, if the police really want to clean them up, at least half of a commercial street will have to close down.

"What are you afraid of?" Nantian Lu Dao Zhenzhen said, "We have signboards, accumulation, strength, in the loss of just a headquarters, as long as our hearts are still in the mud, we will not worry about building!" ”

His words were like a light, and everyone's eyes suddenly lit up. One person immediately said, "Big brother is right! ”

Seeing that the first opportunity to pat himself was gone, the person next to him rolled his eyes and immediately raised his hand and jumped: "I'll go count the supplies!" ”

"Everyone was very welcoming," said Kusuda Lumichi, "well done!" ”

Yue Yue people raised their hands and said:

"I'm going to contact the other branches!"

"I'm going to compile the list of industries!"

“……”

"That's it!" Nantian Lu Dao said angrily, "Zhenni will be glorious, and it is incumbent on my generation!" ”

The neat voice echoed him:

"It is my duty to do so!"

“……”

When the little brothers who were looking forward to it were all gone, Nantian Ludao immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

The little brother who passed by was also for...

He was in contact with the instructions, and saluted excitedly, Nantian Ludao nodded, and responded to them like a dog.

In fact, what he opened on his phone was the organization's reporting interface.

This is the daily routine that the low-level members of their organization need to complete every day, and Nantian Ludao is the proudest, and his own report can reach Gin-sama's mailbox every day.

He played up the events of today's miserable meeting in a splendid manner, emphasizing his unruly command work and his admiration for the rest of the members. Not long after the report went out, Nantian Ludao's mailbox received a reply.

[Very well done. -gin】

Kusuda Lu said: "! ”

For the first time, Gin-sama praised him in an email!

After lurking in the mud for so many years, does he finally have any hope of getting a code name?

The organization can still see his loyalty!

Nantian Ludao, who was holding the email interface, burst into tears, and the little brother who passed by high-fived him, he burst into tears, and said word by word: "It is incumbent on my generation——"

Gentle-sama, please trust me! I will definitely build a mud tragedy and become the rear of the organization that will always be safe!

***

Nantian Ludao's report is interspersed between words

The punctuation marks can be called a dance of demons, "! Flying all over the sky, you can feel the surging heart of the believer through the screen.

Gin put away his phone.

The enthusiasm and loyalty of this person's organization are unexpected, and I don't know where Tang Zeyu dug such a low-level ghost. But it doesn't matter, at least it won't increase his workload to clean up undercover agents.

Mud Misery - As the largest gang in Japan's underworld society, even if it is cleared by the organization and the public security, it is difficult to guarantee that there is no possibility of resurgence. Its signboard and name, the power accumulated in the nearly 100-year inheritance should not be underestimated, and the best way is to take their top management into their own hands.

Karasawa Yu has amnesia, so he doesn't remember.

This interlocking game, it seems that all parties are singing and dancing to level down, and the hidden killing intent is all approved by Rum, and Nantian Lu Dao is on the top, which means that this gang that was once in his hands has become a force under the name of Gin.

"The mud will be a hidden danger," Tang Zeyu suddenly said without a clue, "When Kiel is solved, I will send Nantian Ludao to the upper position." ”

As he said this, he was sitting at his desk, intently studying how to remove the battery cover of the MD machine, which had been lying in the warehouse for too long, and the screws were rusty.

Gin paused: "Nantian Ludao? ”

He had no interest in writing down every low-level member who didn't have a code name, and it took two seconds before he connected the name to an undercover agent who had been planted in the Mud Misery.

"Yes, it's the biggest gang," said Karasawa Yu, "and if it falls completely into the hands of Rum, the rest of the matter will not be easy." ”

There was still a casual smile on his lips, as if letting the biggest gang change hands was just like repairing the MD machine in front of him.

With a ding, the screw landed, and Tang Zeyu bent down, leaned closer, and used a small brush to clean up the dust and patina accumulated in the grooves.

"You can do it," Gin said, turning the page of the book in his hand, "how is this man's loyalty?" ”

Tang Zeyu's action was abrupt, but he suddenly paused, and only after a moment did he say: "...... Absolute loyalty. ”

"Nantian Ludao is by no means an undercover agent, don't worry," he lowered his head, "When he takes the position, he will almost have a wine name." ”

The tone of the sentence was strange, and the tail note contained a bit of teasing, and above the page, Gin silently raised his eyes to him.

Tang Zeyu didn't explain this sentence again, he just focused on debugging the power supply of the MD machine, and his slender fingers bent hard to change the side of the battery.

So Gin didn't ask any more questions, and turned his gaze to the thing that occupied all his mind.

"A recording. Isn't it okay to have a mobile phone? ”

Even with the same sense of ritual as a bad taste, it was too much to spend so much energy, and he didn't think that Kir was worth his pain.

This MD machine was turned out of the warehouse by Tang Zeyu half a month ago, the same model...

After the production was discontinued, it was long found on the market, so he could only start repairing it himself.

So in the next half month, Tang Zeyu successively moved screwdrivers and rust removers to his home, followed by a full set of toolboxes; Once you've prepared these, procrastination is back on your part.

In the matter of Fu Kier, Tang Zeyu has an inexplicable mentality of striving for perfection, and everything must be restored to the extreme, and the degree has been stagnant. This day-old MD machine has been sitting idle in the corner of the desk, and there are two photos of it together.

One is a passport photo that Kiel left in the file when he joined the CIA, which is not a concern.

The other is Bourbon, which shows Bourbon standing in an amusement park, smiling and bending down, handing a balloon to a crying imp.

Whenever Tang Zeyu was busy with some gadgets at the table, and Gin was reading a book with him, at this time, he had to resist the urge to directly clean up the photos as garbage along with the MD machine.

There was a very old disc in the MD machine, and Tang Zeyu screwed back the back cover, pressed and played, and Bach's symphony flowed in the air.

The oblique light slowly moved from the center all the way to the corner of the table, and the orange color gradually dimmed, and it was dusk.

Gin went to get up and turn on the light, and behind him, Yu Karasawa smiled softly.

"No," he said, "she deserves it." ”

The symphony goes to **, and the passionate ensemble reflects the silence of the bedroom. Regardless of whether it was MD or the machine that played it, the sound of the music seemed to pass through a curtain, and the hoarse background had a strange sense of pitch shift. So Tang Zeyu stopped playing, lowered his head, and went to remove the front cover of the MD machine.

His hand was still very steady, and even the smile on the corner of his lips had not changed, but under the calm appearance, it was more like hiding something more intense and deep, hidden, and those emotions that suddenly surfaced were pressed back silently by himself, at least at that time, Tang Zeyu was reluctant to say.

But when Tang Zeyu forgot everything, when Gin wanted to ask again, he couldn't ask himself.

His past walked in the smoke and blood, all the way in the dark, and there was nothing to remember. But when he saw the rose in the crack of the wall, all the memories came back to his mind like a tide, and everything was as clear as yesterday, and the sunset was exactly the same as that time, illuminating the people at the table and the flowers in front of him.

Tang Zeyu tiptoed to the height that he could put up, but it was so level with Gin's sight that when he walked down this alley, he didn't even need to look down, he could see it when he raised his eyes.

In the orange light, the crimson petals are almost dark. Perhaps it should have been this color: half a day had passed, and the edges of the petals had curled.

This is the last one.

Gin raised his hand and carefully plucked it.

tbc.