There's something wrong with my game

Chapter 152 Extra Story: Little Wild Dog 2

Being able to quarrel at the base probably doesn't care about the existence of other people.

Ryo Ueno pulled the curtain with one hand, poked his head, and looked out the window.

"Those Hong Kong gangsters..." Zhong Yuan Zhongye's tone was suppressed, but he didn't say it.

Shiraise and Youxing over there stared at him, and many members of the Sheep Organization looked at him expectantly.

How could he not know the difficult situation of the sheep.

It is precisely because he is clear that it doesn't matter what he does.

But so many people in the organization, Yuxing, Shirase, and these people...they are the most vulnerable places.

Seeing that Zhong Yuanzhong didn't answer her, You Xing bit her lip before leaving.

She couldn't figure it out, Mingming Zhong was also so powerful, they could definitely cooperate with GSS and Hong Kong blacks, it didn't have to be so difficult now.

As long as China does this too...

"Look at what!"

Ueno Ryo pulled the curtains and blinked before realizing that he was being yelled at.

And You Xing also gave him a hard look, a little unhappy, "Don't forget who took you in—what's the fun!"

That's right, this person was taken in by them, just like Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Therefore, the Central Plains Central Committee must also pay for the sheep organization, and this person should also listen to their words.

Ueno Ryo was implicated for no reason, saw her leave angrily, blinked, and looked at Nakahara Nakaya below.

The King of Sheep stood alone on the base, his expression was obscured by the shade of trees.

Only the pair of pupils that stared at the pitch-black eyes were still as blue as ever.

The boy with brown hair looked up at him, and suddenly took two steps.

He walked up directly from the ground, and possessed the ability to control gravity, which was a very simple thing for him to do.

Nakahara Chuya stood by the window with his hands in his pockets, looking at him with blue pupils.

"How is the injury on your body?" He glanced at the bandages still wrapped around Ueno Ryo's body, paused, "They... tsk, you guy, don't you change your bandages every day?"

There are many people in the sheep organization, but most of them are children, and not many people have time to take care of a burden.

Ryo Ueno shook his head and said it was okay: "I have extra bandages here, the wound is much better."

He looked at the king of sheep with an unruly and indifferent expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "What Youxing said just now... Do you want to cooperate with or be hostile to any organization?"

Looking at him eagerly, he looks more like a puppy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also curled his lips, and said in a casual tone: "No, I won't cooperate."

Whether it is GSS or Hong Kong and Black, it is not a good choice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew very well that he could guarantee his own life, but he couldn't protect Youxing and the others, including the brat in front of him.

Obviously the other party is two years older than him, and Zhong Yuanzhong has consciously classified the other party among the people to protect.

The black-haired boy was startled, and nodded in a daze, wondering if he understood what he meant.

"That's fine." His voice was very soft, but he raised his hand to touch his arm.

"The gunshot wound still hurts."

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused slightly.He frowned and looked at the boy standing by the window.

He was still wearing the shabby clothes, shirts and jeans of other people in the base, but he still looked different from the kids who grew up in poor areas like them.

Clean and tidy, like a well-born young master.

However, for a moment.

Central Plains Zhongye had a beast-like intuition, but it seemed that he smelled something that shouldn't exist.

"When the injury is healed, we will act together with the others." Nakahara Chuya said firmly.

"It's enough to take care of your own life. There will be no problem in Lei Ti Street." He habitually put everything on his shoulders.

Sure enough, he is a good person.

Ueno Ryo nodded simply, without refusing: "Anyway, thank you."

"For the time being, I still rely on your protection."

Zhongyuanzhong has probably never been thanked so bluntly.

Whether it's the sheep organization's take for granted, or the enemy's fearful eyes.

To be truly thanked by an ordinary person seems to be a long time ago.

Chu Fa's boy froze for a few seconds before he stepped down and landed heavily on the ground.

"Even if you say this, as a weak person, you should have the consciousness to take good care of yourself!"

Zhong Yuan also coughed twice before continuing, "Recover well...I'll ask Shirase and the others to bring you some more medicine."

"Yes, Mr. Zhongyuan is in trouble."

After closing the curtains, Ryo Ueno glanced at his cell phone, and knocked on the window sill in embarrassment.

From the occasional words of Yuxing and the others, Ueno Ryo probably judged that the conflicts that started that day were mainly between GSS and Yang.

As for the port mafia, judging from the occasional conversations, that force is very strong, but it arrived a bit late that day and didn't go to many forces.

In other words, he was thrown into this world by the impact, and the person who raised a gun at him... was GSS.

And in the short few seconds before he fell into a coma, the person standing in front of him in his sight was Chuya Zhongyuan.

Nakahara didn't mention this, and Ryo Ueno slowly remembered it.

"It's really difficult to be in such a mess, ah...it still hurts a bit."

The white-haired boy quietly appeared behind him, Ryo Ueno stretched his fingers and sat in front of the computer in the room.

It is impossible for the sheep organization to have a computer. Specifically, Ryo Ueno arranged for No. [-] to go out and refit the discarded electronic components he got.

He will not act rashly until he fully understands how powerful the ability is. It is bad enough to be rejected and put into danger.

For this reason, Honmaru's Token Fusangshin are also not suitable for the time being.

"Number one."

Ueno Ryo said simply, "Expand the search network, intercept video clips to analyze the abilities of this world, and then, the security work of the base is also entrusted to you."

He moved his bandage-covered fingers, and took out a few small toys from his body, which looked like naive little animals in appearance.

After all, the sheep organization also provided him with a shelter, and the basic security still needs to be done well.

"Obviously I have to rely on other people's protection——It's still that kind of rude attitude."

Ryo Ueno shook his head, somewhat puzzled by Shirose's attitude.Although he also felt that this kind of environment was not suitable for him, he could tell the difference between good and bad.

Knowing that Zhong Yuan is also... very powerful.

Knowing that King of Sheep... is a good guy with a hard mouth and a soft heart.

The white-haired boy stood behind him like a shadow, his pupils were inorganic white.

【Yes】

Ryo Ueno moved his arms and started working.

He clicked on some old computers, barely making do, "Check out the details, and then act."

Here in Yokohama, the No. 1229 online store has finally opened, although it is difficult to find out.

Ryo Ueno has gained a lot of experience now, and knows that this kind of melee is both a business opportunity and a danger, so he is completely concealed in all aspects.

Fortunately, the Internet is still there. If there is an Internet, it is not difficult to do something after all.

Osamu Dazai is about to turn 15.

"Ah, did you come back in a mess again?"

"Mr. Guangjin," the black-haired boy smiled while his whole body was wet, "There is no way, today is also the day when he failed to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river."

"You know, happiness is something that sinks at the bottom of the river."

The hem of the black windbreaker was still dripping with water, and the fit of his calves was neat. He walked into the mafia with guns like no one else.

The black hair was curled against the cheek, and the bandage was wrapped around the left eye. The iris-colored eyes were clearly smiling, but no smile could be seen.

Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai.

Has a delicate appearance that anyone can easily fall in love with, but has a completely opposite personality.

"The subordinates have captured some people, and some information needs to be interrogated to know."

Guangjin Liulang is no stranger to Dazai Osamu like this, and nodded slightly, "It was not long ago...the conflict between the GSS and the sheep."

"Ah, I heard about that incident. A group of little lambs... struggled to survive. It was really hard."

Osamu Dazai said with a smile, the corners of his lips were easily curved into an arc, but his eyes were fixed on the mobile phone, "But I'm not free now, let's go later."

"Instructions from the leader..."

"Hush," Osamu Dazai pressed a finger against his light-colored lips, his kite-colored eyes were smiling, "Mr. Hirotsu, don't disturb me playing with my new toy."

"Then just wait a moment." Guangjin knocked on the cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

He glanced at Osamu Dazai, who was obviously immersed in something, and the flames under his white gloves were faintly visible.

"What new toy? A game?"

"Ah, no, it's not." Osamu Dazai quickly finished the conversation, as if he was communicating with someone.

He tilted his head slightly, the young man was still casual and easy to talk about everything, and his smile was a bit childish.

Guangjin Liulang will not underestimate the other party.

Watching the current leader take over Hong Kong and Hei, using a casual, world-weary attitude to deal with one enemy after another.

Although there is not much blood on his hands, Osamu Dazai, 15 years old, himself.

Due to various reasons, the number of people who died under his hands was unexpectedly large, too many for his age.

"It's a new friend I made on the Internet, a toy seller."

Osamu Dazai flicked his fingertips, and gave Hirotsu Yanagi a glance at the dialog box on the phone, and the other party could only see the ID on the opposite side.

"coolest."

After licking this word that didn't sound very good on the tip of his tongue, Osamu Dazai took back the phone.

"Ah, before cultivating feelings, let's get things done first." He flicked the water droplets on his sleeves and sneezed.

"Although jumping in the river and rafting is the interest of life, catching a cold... well, definitely not."

[Complete **: Ah, that is to say, none of the toys you sell can help people commit suicide, right? 】

[Complete **: That's really a pity. 】

"What's wrong with this person?" Ueno Ryo leaned back, rubbing his hair in distress.

The small shop has just opened and there is very little business. He is very serious about every order and consultation, and sometimes he can get good information.

These things are common sense to people in this world, but Ryo Ueno needs to understand them.

Only this customer had a difficult problem, and the other party asked a lot of questions and didn't say anything.

Now he actually started to inquire about whether he sells things that help people commit suicide?How could he do such a conscience-stricken thing.

Ueno Ryo really has a headache about how to persuade customers who have suicidal thoughts.

He was originally a dead house, can you expect a social terror to type out long paragraphs of text to comfort people?Impossible.

"Number one."

Ueno Ryo suddenly called the name of the white-haired boy behind him with a serious tone.

"Go and search for this question, and then copy all the answers you find to me, and I will package it and send it to this... person."

In this chaotic era, there may be more people with psychological problems.

Ordinary people who have seen the cruelty of this society in a short period of time think about it. In contrast, a peaceful society is better for physical and mental health.

The machine earnestly fulfilled the master's orders.

[Coolest: Suicide... I don't have that idea. 】

[Coolest: Thinking that there are still so many light novels I haven't read, and games I haven't played, I don't think I can die. 】

Stepping out of the interrogation room, Osamu Dazai walked up step by step.

There was some blood on the soles of his feet, which was accidentally splashed just now, he frowned, and crushed it away childishly.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Osamu Dazai took it out.

After reading that paragraph clearly and the dozens of messages that followed, he paused, as if he caught a glimpse of a nervous face.

[Complete **: What, are you still a child? 】

[Complete**: Being able to continue the conversation with you, of course it proves——]

【I didn't kill myself :D】

Slightly, Osamu Dazai walked into the corridor and tapped the screen with his fingertips.

Even though the things they made were so dangerous, they were named toys.

If I hadn't heard someone report it by accident... I would have missed interesting things.