Enthusiastic bosses never take dogs lightly

Although I was ready to swim back if it didn’t work, and even had food and water hanging on both hands of the avatar, but after opening the door, I found that the time flow on both sides was the same, and there seemed to be a boat passing by. , The black box of the plane that finally caused the crash has been salvaged and is now placed in the company of EgyptAir.

Diablo came out of the portal decisively, and opened another door to leave the company building of EgyptAir. This time, he was too lazy to buy a ticket, so he directly found a flight to Italy, especially the Italian airline. The company opened the door and slipped in, not even bothering to buy a plane ticket.

Speaking of his identity, he died in a plane crash, so he can only make up another one later.

Sighing, Diablo sat on the window seat of the plane and watched the plane take off and land at the airport in Milan, Italy. He was a little relieved. It seemed that his luck was not so bad. degree.

Although he himself feels that he thinks too much, who knows if there is a curse called "vehicle killer" in this world. Can you go crazy and cheat insurance?

Thinking about something wildly in his mind, Diablo came out of the airport in Milan, ignored a bunch of black car drivers, changed buses a few times with ease, and successfully boarded the train to Naples.

"It's not business hours yet... Oh, it's the BOSS. You're back. Speaking of which, you really sent back enough things." Seeing his BOSS push the door and enter, standing in front of the bar to wipe the glass The bartender greeted with a smile: "Speaking of which, why does your hair grow long? Or is it a wig?"

"It grew out of itself for some reason." Diablo said casually, and as soon as he approached the bartender, he heard the other party say: "Wait a minute, boss, your breath is too unstable, I think you can come closer Maybe I will have to be unstable together."

"Ha, I'm sorry, I'll go back and have a look at the Saseiin first." Diablo sighed, "Please sort out the information yourself first, and contact me when there is anything urgent."

"OK, speaking of BOSS, are you really okay? Did you encounter anything other than those guys in Egypt?" the bartender put down his glass and asked worriedly.

"It's not a big problem..." Seeing the concerned eyes of the other party, Diablo said it anyway, "I had a fight with the deep diver."

"It turned out to be those guys, then you have to go to the doctor of the killing hospital quickly." The bartender said quickly.

"Well, I'll go back first." Diablo knew his own business, looked at his subordinates, apparently during the time he disappeared, nothing serious happened in Italy, he waved at people, out of the bar.

For ordinary people, Diablo's aura can give people a cold feeling at most, but for his subordinates who have also been in contact with the inner world, the overly chaotic aura makes people feel very uncomfortable. Not only that, but it always feels too If you get close, maybe your energy will be disordered along with it.

Although Naples is a tourist city, in fact, except for the central city, the other urban areas are very old. It is precisely because of these old times that the darkness of this city is always growing.The only thing that is still good now is probably that after enthusiastically forming and sweeping the entire underground world of Naples, the crime breeding situation in Naples has become much better.

But in the end, their passionate organization was set up to fight against the cultists, so in fact, they didn't do much active management of the underground world. As a result, when Diablo returned to his apartment, he met several obvious High-drug guy trying to rob him.

Since coming here through time travel, Diablo has no special requirements for his living conditions. As long as there are basic limits for basic necessities of life, food, food, and food are good. It is very simple to live and travel.

The apartment that Diablo lives in is an old apartment that has passed the ages. The address is located in an alley in the old city. He didn't buy the house, but he picked it up when he was cleaning up some cultists. It is considered a trophy .

The neighborhood of this apartment is old and old, but it has always been very peaceful, because everyone knows what kind of people live here, so they don't know how to do things around here - after all, even if they rob, they can't get anything Money, on the contrary, might mess with people who shouldn't be messed with.

However, these usual rules are not applicable to people who are high. These young people who seem to be a little bit out of place surrounded Diablo, holding things like knives and sticks in their hands. Shakingly facing him, "Little devil, hand over the money!"

"Boy, give me all the money in your hand."

"Hahaha, give money give money."

Because of the bartender's reminder, Diablo, who specially put on the hood of the sportswear bought at the airport, felt that he was indeed easy to be regarded as an easy target from the outside, but with his current height, it was impossible for him to be regarded as an easy target. Is it "little ghost"?Looking at those young people, there are even two disheveled young women...

Diablo couldn't help frowning. Although he wasn't the kind of male chauvinist, he had colorful hair dyed at a young age, and various nails and beads were hung on his face. There are also women with strange tattoos, he really doesn't know how to deal with them.

Especially when the other party is delirious and yelling at him here, Diablo doesn't have any special combat methods. His fighting skills have been learned from others one after another over the past year. over here.He can deal with cultists without any scruples, but he feels that he can't do such a thing when he deals with these children who can tell at a glance that they are just making mistakes.

Maybe he could work it out before flying to Italy?To get rid of these inexplicable thoughts, Diablo decided to learn how to subdue others instead of killing them directly. He stretched out his hand to slap the hand of a person who was too close, and he directly pulled down his own. Hood, to expose his face in front of these delirious guys.

"How dare you resist... oh, oh oh oh, don't, don't lean in!"

"This, what is this!!!"

"evil……"

After seeing Diablo's face, these delirious guys started to scream.

There is nothing strange on Diablo's face, but the breath on his body after being in close contact with deep divers has not completely dissipated. Sesseiin can still use his extraordinary charm to force those who are easy to make ordinary people Things that make people demented are suppressed, but they can't do it when they get to him.

Fortunately, it was only a week ago that the deep diver was killed. Diablo didn't have much chaos or monster remnants, so it would be no problem for ordinary people to touch him, but the things in front of him Humans are different, their sanity is not clear at all, and at this time Diablo deliberately stimulated the remaining aura in his body.

As a result of the big failure of the will test, these people all started screaming, two started stumbling away, and a few waved their daggers indiscriminately, and even two started to mutilate themselves while screaming strangely.

"Hey, hey, you... what's the matter with you?" Among these crazy boys, only one was still barely awake. After a cold sweat, it became clear in an instant.

Seeing Diablo looking towards him, he subconsciously stood in front of someone, and with a trembling body, he pulled out a small knife from his waist and held it in his hand.

Diablo walked towards him, easily knocked out the knife in his hand, looked down, and saw another boy lying on the ground, sound asleep.

Diablo ignored the trembling awake man, but squatted down to check the sleeping boy's condition, "He has a fever, and..." He rolled up the boy's sleeves, and unexpectedly found him There are no pinholes in the arm.

"I, we didn't hit that..." The boy calmed down somewhat. Although he still didn't know why his companion suddenly went crazy, he knew that this man didn't seem to want to do anything to him and others. He justified, "We, we just took two puffs of marijuana..."

"Okay, come with me." Diablo felt that the things he encountered today were really unexpected. He picked up the young man with a fever, and then dragged the guy who was still awake and walked towards the apartment. Go upstairs.

Diablo fed medicine to the boy with a fever, and took some ice cubes from the refrigerator to make a simple ice pack and put it on the boy's head. After he settled down, he turned to look at the boy sitting over there The awkward teenager on the sofa handed him a glass of water and asked, "What's your name?"

"Shi, Shikjaro." The young man took the water he handed over, and finally calmed down a bit, "My name is Shikyaluo, and that guy is my partner, named Tichano."

"How old are you now?" Diablo stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and he stroked all the bangs that were too long, making his face look handsome and sharp at the same time. "Children don't study well, and it's fine to mess around, but they still have a partner!"

"I, we are not fooling around!" Skelo couldn't help but said.

"Then what was that called just now? A group of brats got together to suck -DU, and then went crazy trying to rob passers-by?" Diablo said with a frown.

"I..." No matter what, as a normal person, Shi Keyaluo still has the common sense he should have, and he couldn't help lowering his head, "But, besides that, where else can we go?" ?”

The young man's words revealed endless confusion, and the orange hair that had always been high was now drooping as if it had faded.

"Tsk, so the brat now..." Diablo scratched his head.