Go To Hell Together

Chapter 29: Intelligence dealer

For things like drag racing, Nara discovered drifting after watching "Initial D" on TV. The first time she got started today, she did everything she dreamed of.

According to the navigator, the 4000+ girls slammed to the left and floated out again, but the motorcycle behind was still chasing after him, seemingly preparing to chase from Yokohama to Ikebukuro.

"Baba!"

The motorcycle’s horn kept ringing there, and Nara screamed fiercely. “So why doesn’t it happen that the car rushes behind the car after pushing a switch? Why doesn’t it happen? Wings stick out from both sides of the car and fly!"

"...That is the future technology of Nara sauce. With the current technology, you can't reach the point you want."

"..."

No, they have flying cars in hell, and they fly very fast.

So there is still a certain cultural difference between the ground and the underground, at least in terms of technology.

If you want to get from Yokohama to Ikebukuro at Nara's speed, it will take less than half an hour, but now she has taken the dirt road directly from the national highway and coupled with this winding, the time is much longer than that.

The disadvantage of dirt roads is that there are always pits and pits. Driving quickly through will directly turn people up, and every time Osamu Dazai bumps up, he will exclaim and let out a hearty laugh. After laughing, he will look aggrieved again. Touched his belly, "I'm hungry."

"..."

This really raised a child.

"Dump the guy behind and buy food for you. Wait a while!"

"Good~"

Gee!

I really raised a child.

Maybe it's because I have been in contact with Osamu Dazai for a long time recently, which caused Nara's position to be a little awkward. The motorcycle behind did not keep up with her, and finally threw away the opponent when it was two kilometers away from Ikebukuro.

Looking at the opponent in the rearview mirror slowly stopping the motorcycle and never starting it again, Nara felt that the opponent might have stopped because the motorcycle had no fuel.

Finally, he was able to drive safely on the national highway without worrying about being chased. Nara lowered the speed of the car slightly, but it was still speeding in the eyes of others.

Sorry, she has never touched a car at all. Apart from knowing which is the brake and accelerator, she also fumbled for other things. For example, she just discovered what the things on the dashboard are used for.

On this road with a speed limit of 80, she drove alive to 120, but she still drove safely to Ikebukuro.

"I'm hungry~ I'm hungry Nara-chan!"

"..."

The young slaughter next to him is already hungry and yelling. As an advanced worker who has worked in **** for so many years, Nara has always asked herself to work first, so in her opinion, she should find the intelligence dealer and get the gang to **** it. The whereabouts of the person who lost the antique.

"Mr. Dazai, what do you want to eat?"

"Crab!"

"..."

Sorry for no crabs!

"There are vending machines on the side of the road. Just buy some casually there."

According to the instructions of the navigation, Nara first drove the car to the next avenue and prepared to find a vending machine to solve the urgent need for the other party, but it was obvious that Xiaozai didn't like this method very much.

"Tsk!"

"???"

Hearing the chuckles of the people beside him, Nara turned around like a dog, and happened to see the vending machine on the side of the road, so he was about to turn around and stop.

Traffic rules?

Sorry, the messenger of **** doesn't know what traffic rules are.

So the two people watched as the vending machine, which was still waiting on the side of the road, was thrown directly up by a blond young man in a bartender's uniform.

"???"

Oh, something terrible is coming. The vending machine that has been emptied directly smashed in the direction of the two people. Nara learned the skills of reversing in time, and directly looked back at least fifty meters away from the car. The vending machine still hit the front of the car very accurately.

Ikebukuro... The folk customs are simple?

No, this is probably a sturdy folk style.

After the blond young man threw three vending machines in a row, Nara felt that the other party should have hatred with the vending machine, otherwise it would not be possible to target this thing in this way.

Nara's idea of buying something from the vending machine to pad the belly of the guy next to her was completely disillusioned. She was afraid that she would be caught by this grumpy brother if she bought it.

It’s not very far from the office of Orihara Rinya. Seeing Osamu Dazai, who was already hungry and slumped to one side, Nara parked the car exactly in the toll parking lot on the side of the road, “Let’s eat first. What? If Mr. Dazai wants to eat crabs, I can go online and check where crabs are in Ikebukuro."

Nara, who felt like she was raising a slaughter, took out her mobile phone to search for delicious crabs nearby, but the teenager sitting on her left seemed to have discovered something new and made a strange noise.

"Wow! Let's eat that sushi! There is a super tall black man standing at the door!"

"what?"

Looking in the direction of the opponent's fingers, Nara first saw a black man who was distributing flyers, and behind that man was a sushi restaurant called "Lucia".

This guy was clamoring for crabs before, but now he wants to eat sushi again.

Forget it, the other party is still a child, so let him get better.

Doing a good job of psychological construction Nara followed the other party into the sushi restaurant with a smile, she forgot to ask the other party whether it was the other party's treat, the AA system, or her treat.

The black-haired teenager spread out the menu while sitting on the chair, and started 【this! This one and this one! Nara still smiled on his order.

It turns out that her guess was correct. After eating the sushi, Zaizi took out a tissue and wiped his mouth very gracefully, and then looked at himself with his only one kite-colored eyes.

Okay, she knows, she knows it still can't be done!

"... Waiter, check out."

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...

………

General intelligence dealers are very rich. They have sufficient information in their hands. As long as the price of the money is in line with their liking, it is a high price to sell any one, at least after Nara saw the other party’s office. feel.

Regardless of the strange name of the young man, he looks quite rich.

There were two moving company cars parked outside the office, as well as some loading and unloading workers who moved things to the cars. Both of them paid more attention, and then opened the office door and walked in.

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was one after another neatly organized cardboard boxes placed on the floor, and the Orihara Pro was sitting on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone boredly.

After seeing someone coming in, the black-haired young man turned his head slightly, and then showed a good-looking expression, "Oh oh oh~ isn't this Mr. Dazai? It's been a long time since we saw each other last time."

Regarding the hello from the intelligence dealer on the opposite side, the bandage boy also caught up in a timely manner, "It is said that Mr. Lin Ye was beaten by a vending machine after the last time, and I don’t know what the injury was."

"???"

Nara standing at the door can be said to have a look of bewilderment. I don't know if it is her illusion. I always feel that Orihara Rin and Osamu Dazai once partnered to emptied Pinru's wardrobe directly, right?

How do you feel that these two people are competing against each other, this is a Bisao meeting, right?

However, as Osamu Dazai's Ma, Nara has been standing at the door without speaking, but it is obvious that the intelligence dealer has turned his attention to her.

"Oh, who is this lady?"

"My subordinate Nara-chan."

Now that he had been pushed out, Nara could only pull the corner of his mouth and greet Orihara Rin, who was dressed like half of his clothes.

The price of this gentleman's information is not low, but the leader has already allocated funds, as long as he can recover the stolen antiques and spend some high prices temporarily.

Rin Orihara is also moving recently. He, an intelligence dealer who was once active in Ikebukuro, is about to go to Shinjuku to continue to be active. However, his information in Ikebukuro has been updated during the time he is sorting things out.

"Oh, what do you want to find the address of the guy who robbed the Hong Kong Black Antiques? This is easy to handle."

"..."

Nara took a short step back later. She felt that the other party was still a pervert. If she goes to **** in the future, she must not let the other party stay there, otherwise the atmosphere of the whole **** might change.

It seems that every time Orihara Lin also meets Dazai Osamu, he will talk about some life philosophy, but now the sky is slowly getting darker, they need to rush to the place where the group of guys store their antiques in the first time. Then it was completely empty.

Some people are anxious, especially anxious, as long as Zaizi wastes a minute here, it proves that she wants to take this minute back on the road.

As if feeling the anxiety of the people behind him, Osamu Dazai jokes up the corners of his mouth and prepares to say something to Orihara Rin in front of him.

"Mr. Dazai, I'm afraid the police will come and drag our car away from speeding for a long time."

"That's great."

Osamu Dazai’s tone sounded aggrieved, and Nara could only pretend that he hadn’t heard him and put him in the car, and then drifted to the place provided by Orihara Lin again.

but……

"Mr. Dazai, can we really not call others?"

"Doesn't Nara-chan have the confidence to wipe out all those people?"

"..."

Do you want to pretend that you didn't notice a certain opponent and let the opponent shoot this guy directly?

Hey! So you can complete the task ahead of time and go back!

Thinking of this Nara's emotions, he flicked his tail and stopped the car directly on an open space next to the warehouse. Not far in front was the lair of the bold organization. There were even several men in black guarding outside the warehouse.

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the door and got out of the car. His cloak shook backwards, obviously there was no wind.

"Next, I will leave it to you Nara-chan."

"..."

Sorry, please pass away on the spot!

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Sorry, Dazai is seventeen years old, Nara is four thousand+, I wrote a feeling of raising a son.

small theater:

Nara: Call Dad!

Da Jae:? ? ?

Nara: Call Dad!

Online slaughter, slaughtered big, you can slaughter

Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~