Go To Hell Together

There are actually two ways to identify the members of the Mafia. One is that the members of the Mafia generally wear black clothes and a pair of sunglasses on their faces. This has almost become the standard for all horses, and the other is to let people experience it when driving. What is called mafia drag racing.

Driving in Nara is no longer called a mafia drag racing, but a hearse drifting.

When turning on the brakes, the tires rubbed against the ground and made a harsh sound. This made Osamu Dazai, who was sitting in the co-pilot, covered his ears with a whirr, "Nara-chan, I just want to ask how your driver's license was tested. Coming down?!"

"..."

Sorry, she has never driven a car before, who knows how this driver's license came from, it is really not easy for her to successfully start the car now.

"I have always been driving in such a bohemian state, Mr. Dazai is used to it."

"That's great, but I really like this feeling as long as the tires don't make a harsh sound."

Oh! So this is ah!

Nara always felt that she was always on the brakes to ensure that she could brake in the first place when she hit something, but since the person beside her said so, she started to drive with confidence, completely embodying what it means to be bohemian.

This time she chose to step on the gas pedal.

Dazai Osamu was sitting in the passenger seat and screamed, "Wow! Nara-chan! The car is flying! The car is flying!"

When Nara was turning too hard and the accelerator was stomped to death, the whole car flew directly...

Originally, Osamu Dazai was wearing a seat belt, but now he opened the seat belt to death, then raised the roof of the car to the back and turned it into a convertible. He sat in the co-pilot and stretched out his hands. It looks like it's about to take off.

"Wow!!!"

Completely ignoring what the person next to him is doing now, Nara is frantically playing all kinds of rounds, but every time he hits someone else, he takes advantage of his position to hide.

Maybe in the eyes of others, her car skills can be said to be stable, but no one knows what is going on in her heart at the moment.

Nara's heart is completely beeping at this moment...

[The car crashed and died. Osamu Dazai died because of a car accident. He would be punished if he violated the wishes of Master Yan Mo. 】

[A car accident hits other people to death, causing widespread deaths. Ghost Lantern will have a long conversation with her. 】

Can't she let her be a good individual?

How can you find so tired after living for so long in this world?

What's terrible is that the little boy next to him suddenly died. She had to stretch her head out to feel the excitement. She was so frightened that she hurriedly pulled the other party back, "Ancestor, why are you like a bear kid, can you worry about it?" Ah, didn’t you read the news that there were children especially Xiong who insisted on sticking out his head, and as a result, his head was cut off and a cart of blood was sprayed."

"Wow! That's really scary!"

Osamu Dazai sat back in the co-pilot again and then made a frightened expression, stretched out his hand and patted his chest.

"..."

Oh, she is mentally retarded if she wants to believe it!

The warehouses in Minato and Hei are generally close to the port, but because the warehouse stores some antique calligraphy and the like, it can’t be stored in a warehouse located in the downtown area of ​​Yokohama. It can be said that the way from the office to the warehouse is Nara. It's very exhausting.

Creak--

With a harsh brake sound, she parked the car in the warehouse that had been surrounded by the black horse in Hong Kong.

"arrive!"

"Hey!"

Osamu Dazai jumped out of the car with his hands supporting the door after the car stopped. Since it was a convertible and the windows had been rolled down, the height of the car was about one meter from the ground.

Nara stretched out his hand and compared it to this height, and just reached his waist. If this kid can't jump over, then he won't live.

"Master Dazai!"

Regardless of how the little boy usually wears all the clothes on his body, it is perfectly normal for people to deal with Hong Kong and black cadres who have sufficient ability to be respected.

"Master Nara!"

"???"

Nara's expression was a bit subtle when the people next to her suddenly called her name deafeningly. She was used to being called that way in **** before, but she didn't expect that she would still have this name in this world as a horse.

1551, I was so touched.

It was like turning on some kind of switch, and Osamu Dazai, who had emptied Pinru's closet before, touched his chin and began to look around the messed up warehouse.

"This is Ango's painstaking effort. How sad is he that turned out to be like this?"

After looking at the warehouse, he casually said something cool, squatting on the ground with a look of disgust, and poking the antique that had been ruined to the ground with his hands, "It feels like this and it is no longer valuable."

"Since you know that I am sad, you should hurry up and take away all the antiques that have been stolen."

All his hard work disappeared, Sakaguchi Ango almost really wanted to vomit blood and died, thinking that he worked so hard to collect so many things for the Hong Kong black.

"Hmph~ Those guys must not run far with so many things. Did the surveillance detect those people running in that direction?"

"Before they attacked, the surveillance was hacked. I'm really sorry, but we found out that those guys had appeared in Ikebukuro, and that was where they last appeared."

Listening to the report below, Osamu Dazai seemed to have discovered something New World picked up a piece of the ground on the side and looked in front of him, showing a stunned expression, "Wow, this is such a valuable look!"

"If estimated according to the market price, this porcelain bottle is worth 300 million yen."

"Three hundred million?!"

The expression on Nara's face standing by was called a beeping dog, pinching out how long it would take him to work hard to get these wages after calculating the 300 million yen.

Oh, Hong Kong and Heilongjiang are really a rich place.

"So those people went to Ikebukuro with more valuable antiques, right?"

The severe Yokohama in Nara is a place where the folk customs are very discordant. There are often large-scale deaths here, but compared with here, Ikebukuro, where there are almost no large-scale deaths, is really simple.

Well, the way to distinguish folk customs is based on the number of dead people.

"The folkway is simple? What are you talking about, Nara-chan?"

For the boy, the 4000+ girl did not answer the other party’s question, but looked at Ango Sakaguchi with piercing eyes, "Mr. Sakaguchi, are these antiques used to launder money, not only after getting the money? Will it be used to build the Hong Kong black and will carry out the necessary management, and then will use the money to pay us wages?"

"……Yes."

Sakaguchi Ango stretched out his finger and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose. He did not tell the other party that most of the money was taken away by the leaders and cadres. As the horses, they could not be allocated much, but they were reasonable and kind. Deception is still necessary.

In their opinion, Nara was a simple girl who had just arrived in a big city from the countryside, that is, a simple girl with no attacking ability, the kind of mindless kind.

Attack max·pseudo-innocence·4000+·Nara: "..."

I don't know why I always feel like I have been crowned with some terrible persona by other people.

"Anyway, most of the money is shared by you, but as a member of the Hong Kong black community, I still have to contribute my part to this big family, so what are we going to do now, Mr. Dazai?"

"If it were Ikebukuro, I would know an intelligence dealer who loves humans. He should know something."

"What what? Love mankind? Is he the **** of heaven?"

emmm...

It can be said that **** and heaven have always been in a state of inconsistency. After all, the former collects a lot of bad guys who have done a lot of evil in his life every day, while the latter collects some people with consummation every day. The atmosphere of the two places is completely different.

And that Shirasawa, who always loves to molest people, thinks that the other party used to wear similar clothes to tease him there, Nara wants to kick the other party's egg to pieces.

Standing up and patted the non-existent dust on the windbreaker, Osamu Dazai stretched out his finger and snapped a crisp finger, "I'll leave it to you here. I'm going to Ikebukuro to meet the intelligence dealer, Nara-chan and me. Let's go together~"

"Oh, Ikebukuro is not far away. If I drive, I will be there in about half an hour. Let's go, Mr. Dazai."

Recalling Nara's unrestrained driving skills just now, Osamu Dazai's eyes became bright and raised his hands to make a look like he was about to fly, "I'm going to Ikebukuro by car~"

"...Mr. Dazai is now very much like the shredded meat standing on the ship in the Titanic."

"Actually I am Jack."

"..."

Xing Ba, you are a cadre, you say that you are shredded pork is shredded pork, you say that Jack is Jack.

The next 30 minutes of hearse drifting, Dazai Osamu finally chose to shut up after a breath of wind with his mouth open, but he took a picture with his phone and sent it directly to Odasaku.

[Odasaku Odasaku! Nara-chan and I are on the way to Ikebukuro, look at her driving skills! ! 】

The attached two photos, one is the high-blurred roadside scenery, and the other is the hair that has been completely flying.

Odasaku who doesn't know how to complain: "..."

[You tell Nara to drive slowly, otherwise you will be fined and deducted points by the police if you speed. 】

"Tsk!"

After seeing the message sent by Odasaku, Osamu Dazai snorted. He just patronized the wind and completely forgot the result of speeding.

"Mr. Dazai, don't tut, put the phone away and fasten the seat belt. I'm going to speed up."

Nara raised the roof of the car again, and then stepped on the brakes directly to the bottom. "There is a policeman behind, and I want to get rid of him."

"???"

Osamu Dazai glanced at the rearview mirror and found that a policeman on a motorcycle was about to catch up with them.

"Are you going to drag racing? I'm so happy now!"

Before he finished his words, the driver next to him turned the steering wheel and turned off the flat national road, pierced towards the dirt road below, "I'll take the side road and get rid of him."

[We have re-navigated for you, drive forward 300 meters and then turn left. 】

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True hearse drift

Thank you for the grenade thrown by sister Lu Zhuxi! mwah!