MTL - COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew-Chapter 55 black undead

"Tonight is a night where the night is dark and windy and killing people."

"Kahor, bourbon, gin, vodka and other wines bring you a gorgeous murderous feast."

"Let's have our guests tonight, the male model group of the winery will appear—"

"First of all, this handsome black-skinned guy with beautiful blond hair and purple eyes is our bourbon player. He is a decathlon mixed-race member..."

"Next, this strong man who looks honest and honest is our vodka player. He... is an honest man."

"Then, let's introduce our last member, the organization's undercover killer, indifferent male model, and a gin player! The gin player is a professional who works twenty hours a day... it hurts."

Gin reached out his hand expressionlessly and pressed Kao, who was explaining enthusiastically, to the ground, pressing his head and rubbing it on the ground.

"Do the task for me seriously."

"It hurts, hurts, hurts..." Kaa screamed.

"I know, I know, let it go." He slapped the gin up and pressed his hand.

Gin slowly let go of his hand and stood up.

"Really, it's obviously because your atmosphere is too heavy, I just want to be active." The boy sat on the ground and rubbed his face, muttering in his mouth.

Bourbon, who was watching everything on the sidelines: It's normal to have a heavy atmosphere when doing a task!

Who would be so active when doing a task!

Vodka: As expected of Kao.

"Are all their members here?" Jin Jiu reached out and touched the cigarette in his coat pocket, picked it up and put it down silently.

"Well, except for the three people who were killed by Zhongya, everyone else has arrived." The black-haired boy said with a telescope.

Toru Amuro rolled his eyes.

Zhong Ye? The last time you met that orange-haired boy?

"Whiskey... heh." Gin smiled with satisfaction.

Amuro's pupils vibrated violently.

Another member of an organization with a code name? That boy? What happened to him and Kao... two people.

Why did he become a code member at such a young age...

It was obvious that he was born with great difficulty.

"Hey, both of you are workaholics, so you really have something in common." The black-haired boy rolled his eyes and said.

"Zhong has also done other tasks. After all, the peripheral members are also in charge of Jinjiu, and it is not this aspect that Zhong also is responsible for."

So it turns out that the boy codenamed Whiskey, like Gin, is in charge of a certain aspect of the organization?

Amuro pondered silently.

"Everyone is here, it's time for us to appear." The black-haired boy stood up and patted his clothes.

"You should be enough alone." Gin looked at him.

"This is the first task you've done with your own hands since you came back." He said inexplicably.

"Enough." The boy walked off the rooftop with a light tone.

…

In the gathering place of the Mud Dragon Society.

A burly-looking man who seemed to weigh 200 pounds sat in the upper position.

Below, dozens of arms were tattooed, dyed blond, and the red-haired gangsters were whispering.

"Brother, what should I do? That guy asked us to come here. Could it be because of those two people last time?"

"Are those two people we killed last time?"

"After that guy killed three people, he asked the survivor to come back to inform us to gather."

"What does he mean? Want to kill us all?"

"Quiet." The man sitting on the high seat, the president of the Mud Dragon Society, said solemnly.

"That guy, probably wants to ask us for an explanation."

"We killed two of them, and they killed three of us."

"It's even, it's time to talk about peace." He said confidently.

"But...what if...what if they really want to kill us all?" Someone shivered.

"What are you panicking about! Didn't you see only one person?! There are nearly forty people here, are we afraid that we won't be able to beat him?!" the president scolded.

"Brother... I think... or let's call the police..."

"Shut up! The other party didn't call the police when he died. That is to say, we are going to speak according to the rules of the road. If we call the police, how can we mess with the road in the future!" The man said righteously.

"But...but..."

pat-pat-

There was the sound of footsteps of small leather shoes stepping on the ground from outside the door.

"Yo, good evening." The boy who pushed open their door greeted with a calm expression.

He looked quite immature, with baby fat on his white face, but a snow-white bandage was wrapped around his right eye, and his neck and arms were also covered with snow-white bandages.

The only kite-colored left eye exposed was cold and world-weary.

This black-clad boy greeted them with a smile with cold and world-weary eyes.

"Who are you?!"

"How did you get in?!" Someone was shocked.

"This person seems to be the representative who came to negotiate with us..." The man on the high seat was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Talking about peace? Sorry, you don't have this chance." The boy's tone was arrogant and harsh.

"Well, don't waste your time, bye~"

"boom-"

The man on the high seat leaned back and died in his position.

"Gun... This guy... has a gun!"

"Quick, call the police."

"Oops, there's no signal." Someone trembled while holding the phone.

"boom-"

"two…"

"boom-"

"Three..."

The young man was walking in the courtyard, and every time a gunshot was heard, a life was taken away.

"boom-"

"20...Ah, no more bullets..." The young man shook the gun in his hand and said in a lost tone.

The rest of the people around showed a happy expression of escaping.

But he saw the young man take out another pistol.

"You lied to you." He tilted his head and smiled.

"The devil...you are the devil..." Someone curled up on the ground, holding his head and trembling and murmured.

"Ah, how can you say that to someone like that?" The boy stuck his head out from beside him and said dissatisfiedly.

"the last one…"

The bullet kissed his forehead.

"Really, there are three more bullets..." The boy sighed.

"Bang-bang-bang-"

The last person was shot three times in a row.

"Sa, you can go back to play games."

…

"Is it really okay to let Kaa deal with them alone?" Bourbon couldn't help frowning.

Although he knew that Kaa could become a code member at a young age, there must be a reason, but he always thought it was because of the intelligence of the other party.

Is it not?

"Don't underestimate him, that guy, he's a black undead." Gin expressed a dismissive attitude towards his worries.

"Let's go." He glanced at his phone, extinguished the cigarette, and put away the sniper rifle on the rooftop.

"Isn't this done very well, not a single bug came out." He said inexplicably.

"Khal mission... over?" Bourbon looked at him and started to pack up ~www.novelbuddy.com~ tentatively asked.

"Go back to the car and wait for him." Gin said.

The three returned to the car.

It didn't take long for the boy's figure to appear in their sight.

The hem of the black loose coat was blown up by the wind, and the direction of the black hair was also changed by the wind, and his expression was world-weary and tired.

In that kite-colored left eye, the darkness revealed was terrifying.

He opened the door and got into the car.

The moment he got into the car, there were continuous explosions from the place where the Mud Dragon Club base was located.

"Sorry, there are a little too many bombs." The boy apologized with a languid tone on his face.

until they left the area.

There were 37 explosions, corresponding to the 37 people who died inside.

Kaa planted bombs on everyone.

"You can go back and play your game." The co-pilot Gin snorted coldly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, send me back, I haven't cleared the game yet~" The young man urged dissatisfiedly, as if he had changed into a person in an instant.

"Really, when Kao first came, he surprised me." Amuro let out a sigh of relief and joked.

"Hey? It's Bourbon, you're too timid, you see that the gin doesn't respond at all." Kao muttered.

Am I timid? are you talking about me? You're talking about codename member Bourbon who dares to go against Gin in an organization, timid? !

"...It makes sense." Toru Amuro nodded stiffly in agreement.

Toru Amuro: I think he's just used to it.

He remembered what Gin had told him, that Kaa was a black undead...

what does it mean?

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