[Wen Ye] My boyfriend is Hong Kong black

Chapter 9 My Boyfriend Is the Mafia

Simon laughed loudly: "Really? Seeing that you are very smart, who knows or can't see it?"

He touched his clown mask with a bit of narcissism, and smiled, "I do have abilities, very, very suitable for my abilities."

"It is suitable for me to save you and send you patients who don't know your suffering to heaven."

The logic of his thinking is very clear, but it is particularly weird when put together.

I tried my best to split his words. In such an environment, I can't provoke him, but I need to be able to communicate.

"What's your power?" I deliberately said in a curious tone, "I heard that the dead will feel happiness, is it true?"

Simon confirmed my words: "Of course it is true! Death can bring supreme happiness."

His supernatural ability is called "God-given Gospel", which should be what Simon admits.

The ability is to let people die in the illusion of happiness without feeling pain.

In layman's terms, it's a bit like the effect of marijuana, and it won't be a good thing anyway.

I racked my brains to delay the time and talk to Simon.

After Simon answered a few questions of mine, he felt something.

"I spent so long on you without realizing it," he smiled helplessly, "but it doesn't matter."

"The most perfect artwork deserves the highest standard of treatment."

The delay time has reached its limit.

I still know this kind of prisoner, even if the back is sweating, I have to keep calm.

You can't provoke him. In the face of the imminent death, you can use any means, as long as you can delay it as much as possible.

I regretted that before I went out, I lied and didn't tell Zhong Ye what I was doing.

"Wait," seeing his fingertips about to touch my shoulder, I stopped him aloud, "One last question."

The clown stops, exasperation flashing across his painted face.

I took a deep breath: "The last question. After asking, I will cooperate with you very much. I will help you kill me however you want."

"You don't want the artwork to be too ugly, do you?"

He let go of his hand, lacking in interest: "Speak, for the sake of your cooperation and obedience."

I'm not like any other abductee in the past, Simon said.

He has never seen such a calm person who can still find a way to negotiate terms with him. Regardless of whether I succeed in the end, my courage is commendable.

remarkably brave.

I didn't have the time to care about these things, so I said quickly: "If I can ascend to heaven in happiness, I will be very happy too. I hope you can send flowers in front of my tombstone."

"After I'm dead, you won't kill again, right?"

"Well... who knows."

Ximeng laughed strangely twice, and wanted to touch me again: "It's over, kid, your life is over."

I didn't realize he was cheating on me until the moment he touched me.

The so-called "god-given gospel" supernatural power is not dying in hallucinations at all, but gradually stopping breathing in the pain of suffocation.

As for the happy smiles on those people's faces... Maybe it's a side effect of his ability?

The air I breathed became thinner, and I blinked hard, not knowing what else to do.

Even 1 minute is fine, if I can procrastinate...

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded in my ears, and it shattered along with the madly sweeping airflow.

The rope wrapped around me was a little loose, and my wrist could barely move.

As soon as the stagnant air was released, I covered my neck and couldn't stop coughing.

The feeling of suffocation is too painful, it is not something ordinary people can bear, I doubt that I will pass out in the next moment.

"Chizawa!"

I heard a familiar voice calling me, it was Chuya.

Did he bring the police to rescue me?I raised my head and looked at him, but paused.

The man Chufa was wearing a three-piece black suit and ran towards me.

The speed was unbelievable, the coat was draped over his shoulders, the broken floor and the collapsed house were under his feet, but he couldn't shake him at all.

He hugged my waist, raised his hand easily and cut off all the ropes on my body with a dagger.

Those blue eyes were cold and angry that I was not familiar with.

With the cold danger, it makes people feel palpitations, familiar but strange.

I looked at him dizzily, wondering if I hadn't woken up.

"Oh, Chuya, what are you doing running so fast, take care of the broken rocks so that you don't hurt Qianze."

Mr. Dazai's voice sounded frivolous, he jumped a few times, came to me, bent down to look at me, his iris-colored eyes are very beautiful.

"It's more timely, so it shouldn't matter. But Qian Ze is an ordinary person, why don't you send him to the hospital for examination?"

Behind him, a white-haired teenager wearing overalls and with tiger paws in his hands followed closely behind.

Looking at me, the latter smiled awkwardly, and his hands suddenly returned to normal, still looking shy.

I:"……"

Now I wonder if I have strayed into the scuffle scene of some supernatural powers, where is the police?Why didn't you see it?

Zhong Yuan put his arms around my shoulders and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Qian Ze."

"Mr. Zhongyuan," Mr. Guangjin's voice sounded, "the prisoner has been caught."

"Together with the explosives he installed everywhere, they are perfectly resolved."

Following Guangjin Liulang in a black suit, I can see the black suit behind him.

That kind of momentum, aura, and the gun he holds.The deterrence is so strong that people will not doubt it at all... I suddenly remembered what Hongye said.

"Qian Ze thinks, is the mafia's cosplay interesting?"

How did I answer at that time, I said: "It's quite realistic."

The ignorant are fearless, and I am truly ignorant.

It's not realistic at all, come to think of it, this scene.

I gradually remembered all the weird situations that I ignored and couldn't figure out.

There is only one explanation.

The suit jacket with Chuya Nakahara's body temperature was draped over me, and he hugged me directly.

"Sleep for a while, Qian Ze," he whispered, "I promise, everything will be settled when you wake up."

Mr. Dazai trotted over, pressing one hand firmly on Simon's shoulder.

"That's the kind of guy," he kicked the latter, curling his lips, "You actually aimed at Qian Ze, you are really ignorant and fearless."

"You, you won't check before you do it, what is the identity of his lover?"

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, and stepped hard on his smiling feet.

Simon screamed suddenly, but was well-trained to cover his mouth by the person next to him.

Osamu Dazai moved his foot away boringly, and he didn't use much force, just broke one of his hands.

This is his apology for not protecting Qian Ze well, and it was originally because their Butei inspected it relatively late.

Although slugs are unpleasant and repulsive, Chizawa is a very good kid.

Chuya Zhongyuan, one of the five cadres of the port mafia, came over.

Gravity suspended beside him, broken stones exploded, and amidst the strong wind and gravel, he hugged the young man wrapped in his arms tightly.

He was already in a deep sleep.

"Let's talk about the rest in the interrogation room." He glanced at the prisoner, "It's too cheap for you to die like this, isn't it?"

Nakajima paused.The murderer is also the murderer that the police are looking for.

Because of guessing that they have supernatural powers, their armed detective agency will investigate together, so that the port mafia can take people away...

Osamu Dazai's smile didn't change: "Ah, since Chuya's cadre insists, let's do it."

"Wu Jing lost to the many people in Hong Kong and black, and was forced to lose the criminal's ownership."

Atsushi Nakajima twitched his eyes, but he didn't say anything when he looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was obviously furious.

Thinking in another way, if Jinghuajiang encounters this kind of danger, he might also...

No, he will definitely do more than Mr. Zhongyuan.

"I'll send Qian Ze to the hospital first," Nakahara Chuya said, "Mr. Hirotsu will help with the follow-up matters."

Guangjin Liulang has no objection. Qian Ze is Mr. Zhongyuan's lover, and he is also a member of Hong Kong gangsters.

No matter who dares to attack Hong Kong gangsters and provoke authority, they should pay the due price.

This is a thrilling day.

I opened my eyes again, and what I smelled was the smell of disinfectant in the air.

It smells like a hospital, but after a long period of mental stress, it seems calming.

The glaring ceiling, I turned my gaze and saw the hanging bottle.

"Akutagawa, all the recent tasks are entrusted to you, I can't get away."

It was a voice I was very familiar with, and I subconsciously turned my gaze away.

The man stood at the window with his back to me, still wearing black gloves and a suit.

Chu's hair was tied together and hung on his shoulders. He still held an unlit cigarette in his hand, lazy but good-looking.

"I've already said to the leader that I want to take a long vacation and I won't be on a business trip."

"I can't do anything about assassinating the family and stealing information for the time being."

His voice was very steady, with a kind of reassuring reliability, "Qian Ze is like this, I want to take care of him."

He said something else on the phone before he hung up.

When Nakahara Chuya turned his head, he and I met our eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I:"……"

It's hard to imagine that a man who was calm and capable one moment will show a tense expression the next moment.

"You're awake," he walked over quickly, "I'll call the doctor to come and have a look."

My boyfriend, who has always been calm, reliable and very trustworthy, seems to be running away in a hurry.

I'm fine, nothing serious, just a damaged throat.

The prisoner's ability was actually suffocation, and my throat was held with a circle of bruises, which was wrapped in gauze.

After the doctor's preliminary examination, he withdrew. Looking at his attitude towards Zhongye, I always suspected that I was not in an ordinary hospital.

I leaned against the head of the bed and looked at Zhongye: "Aren't you going to say something to me? Zhongye."

Zhong Yuanzhong also straightened the corners of his lips, and it took him a long time before he broke the jar.

"It's not that I don't tell you, I don't know how to tell you," he looked at me, "how can I tell you clearly that I am a mafia?"

My boyfriend, Nakahara Chuya, when I was 24 years old.

In a sudden change, from a young elite with a bright future in a big company, he has transformed into a port mafia, the kind with a lot of status.

Central China is also a mafia.

My boyfriend is Chuya Nakahara.

My boyfriend is a mafia.

Pupil earthquake.

The author has something to say:

Hahahaha I don’t know what to say, happily gnawing on the self-produced food

It should be over in a few chapters, and there will be a cute little episode. It's a pit to open the forum after finishing this book!