【Slice Group】Still in yesterday

summary:

Sorbey stepped into the border of Italy in the summer, dressed like a short-distance tourist, and contained a crash course in Italian that had been turned to the back of the book and opened in his handbag.

He meets two of his new colleagues and has a fight.

Solbey was poached from France by Polpo, and Polpo personally thought of such a code name for him.

"Then Solbey." The giant man back then hadn't swollen enough to cover the entire cell floor, no, the Bolbo hadn't been in prison yet, but his gigantic size had begun to take shape.While eating sorbet, he nodded with satisfaction, and pushed his identity document to the man in a black shirt with a big hand, "The things are ready for you, go to this address tomorrow."

For the first time ever, the professional killer who had been on the cross-border train for four hours and was shaken to one side by the speedboat did not immediately deal with the note handed over by the other party, but casually sandwiched it in the identity page of the passport.Sorbet stepped into Italy in the summer, dressed like a short-distance tourist, and in his handbag was a crash course in Italian that had been turned to the back of the book and opened.Under the sun's exposure, others, as the name suggests, feel that they are about to melt.

Solbey flipped through the identity certificate prepared by the other party, and there was a ridiculous name written next to his unsmiling face. It seemed that Bo Erbo had already fallen in love with the code name of Solbey.When he recruited himself, he said that the new boss had just taken office and needed an elite team of assassins to clear the way for him. When the dust settled, the organization would monopolize the narcotics market in southern Europe, and they were the ones who helped the boss succeed.The giant man with black sclera hinted that this would be a lucrative job that he didn't want to miss--the new boss had an unknown background, and his hands and eyes were all over the place. Will rise with the tide, why not do it?

Thorby thought so.He likes money, but in France death is always noble, and nobility cannot be realized.Now that an Italian organization offered a rather generous price to buy his technique of turning the living into the dead, and even arranged transportation, he was naturally willing to go abroad to develop his business.As long as there is money to take, who is not killed?There is no difference between an Italian dead body and a French dead body.

Solbey came to the agreed warehouse in the evening, and the false name of Polpo was hung on the door.He had written down the address earlier, then rolled the shredded tobacco into a slip of paper, walked all the way to the door of the warehouse after getting off the pick-up place, and just finished smoking.As a newcomer, I will never be so unlucky that I will be greeted by the enemy on the first day of work.So Erbei thought so in his heart, but his hand was already in the bag and he was holding the gun tightly.He knocked on the door with the butt of his gun, and someone inside answered, and then there was the rattling of a rolling door on the side of the house.

He walked close to the base of the wall, and there was a smell of someone near the door on his side.The killer's sense of smell is different from that of ordinary people, and there is a spicy and salty smell at the door, it is a man.Polpo had told him that he would meet two companions in the warehouse, and it seemed to be them.But Solbey did not intend to let his guard down. When he was in France, he had heard more or less that Italian gangsters treated foreigners very badly. For the same job, foreigners always received less pay and respect than locals.Solby is a professional murderer. He knows very well that there are eccentrics with bad personalities in this industry. In order not to be ridiculed by his colleagues in the future, Solby is of course going to give those two people a blow.

So he rushed through the door, knocked the short man facing him to the ground with his handbag, and stepped on his neck.Sorbey raised his gun and looked around, trying to find his teammates, but there was no sign of another person around, only two half-full glasses on the table hinted his presence.He looked around again, not noticing that the man under his feet had recovered from the shock of the sudden attack, and even signaled the invisible companion with his right hand.

""made from metal"--! "

"Little feet——! "

Two voices shouted beside Solby, and at the same time there was sharp pain in his right foot and left hand holding the gun.Nails, razor blades, and metal sharp objects he can't name have pierced the skin of his left hand, and blood flowed all over his hand.A pair of medical scissors suddenly appeared from the inside of his left wrist, the two blades pinched at the junction of the joint, threatening himself not to move - or to cut off his left hand.The intense pain and numbness caused Solby to let go of the pistol. It fell to the ground, right next to the short man's right hand, and was grabbed.Compared with the bloody left hand, Solby's right ankle was only scratched with a small knife, and the slight pain was almost negligible.

"Don't move." The source of the voice was from his left side. Solby turned his head, and there was a man of his height standing a few steps away from him.The man was dressed strangely, with a muscular upper body that was almost naked, and a pair of black eyes that were somewhat similar to Polbo stared at him.

"Why should I—uh!" Solby suddenly felt dizzy, the guy under his feet seemed to be getting bigger, and the man on his left seemed to be taller.This is a stand-in attack, Solbey thought, and it turned out that Boer Bo traveled far and wide to recruit himself because of this. The boss wanted assassins with stand-in abilities. Metal and making people smaller were the abilities of these two guys.Sorbey laughed secretly in his heart, his stand-in ability had already been activated, but the two of them hadn't realized that he was superior in terms of intelligence.

Solbey continued to shrink, and he could feel his strength disappearing. The short man who had been stepped under his feet grabbed his ankle and knocked him to the ground.Solby's pistol was held in the opponent's hand, with the black muzzle pointed between his eyebrows.

"Risut, is this guy an enemy?" The short man with short hair touched his sore neck and stepped on Solbey's injured left hand as if venting his anger.

"You'd better not move." Solby threatened calmly.

"Shut up——" the last word was only half a sound, and the short man realized that something was wrong. The back of his right hand felt as if it was stuck on the concrete floor, but the one holding the gun "really right hand" but pointed the gun at the man named Risut in disobedience.

"Hey! Risut, get out of the way, my hands won't work!" Before he finished speaking, the short man pulled the trigger with his right hand, and a bullet hit the concrete floor in front of Risut.

"I'll kill you!" The short man yelled, grabbed his disobedient right hand, and tried to turn the gun elsewhere as if wrestling with himself.Sorbey smiled quietly, he was still shrinking, but fortunately, the wound on his left hand didn't hurt so much after shrinking.As you wish, he thought.So the muzzle of the gun in the man's hand suddenly pointed at himself.

"Both of you, don't move." The man named Risut inadvertently advanced some distance. Although he is not small, this guy can move very quietly, which means that he has an excellent sense of his body. control.At close range, Sorbey could feel the nails and blades appearing under his skin again. The metal products did not shrink because of the shrinkage of his body, and they pierced Sorbey's left arm easily.

"No one is going to kill anyone today," Risut said firmly, but he didn't disarm the double, and neither did the short man.Then he squatted down slowly, picked up the handbag that fell on the ground, dug out Solby's passport, checked it carefully, and put it back in the bag.

"Let go of Holmaggio, we are your companions." Risut said so, he lifted the substitute, and as if he was afraid that Solbey would not believe him, he rummaged through his trouser pocket and took out a pin, Slowly raised it in front of Solby.Solby recognized the pattern, just as Polpo had told himself.

He quietly released Hormaggio, and the short man returned him to his normal size.The three fell silent for a moment.Until the sound of Solbey's blood dripping on the ground reminded Holmaggio that there was a wounded person here, he came to the warehouse first among the three, and turned the place upside down when no one was there.So he called Solby and Risut to sit down, turned around and found a box of medical supplies on a certain shelf, and took another cup and three bottles of beer.

He flipped the bandage out and threw it to Solby, who took it without a word and began to wrap it around his hand.Risut stared at the table, expressionless, without saying a word.

"Hmmm!" Holmaggio finally couldn't take it anymore, and he started the topic forcefully, "Then we are the new assassin team, right? I still understand team building, let's chat."

Solby looked at him and took a sip of his beer.A half-full glass stood in front of Risut, which looked completely untouched.

Holmaggio first turned his attention to the newcomer Sorbey.

"As you already know, my name is Hormaggio and this is Risut, Risutenero. The three of us sound like a fucking restaurant menu. Sorbet, it's spelled Sorbetto ?"

"It's Sorbet, I'm French." Sorbet took a can of beer and poured it into the glass in front of him.

"Oh, so it's French. I thought your accent was because of a cold. What did you do in France?" Holmaggio also poured himself a little, and Risut remained motionless.

"Same job."

"So a professional? That's the same as Risout."

Solbey looked at Risut, and Risut nodded.

"Aren't you?" he asked Hormaggio back.

"I'm not. I used to work as a security guard in the casino under Polbo, responsible for making big things smaller." The short-haired man made a shrinking gesture while talking.

Solbey was pretty sure Holmaggio was trying to use a pun, but he didn't find it funny.On the other hand, Risut, who looked serious, laughed a few times, and it really didn't look like a person by his appearance.

"Later, I heard that the organization was going to establish a new assassination team, so I applied to join and came here. It is very hard to earn money to support a family." He continued.

"Do you have a child?" Solbey expressed doubts. Holmaggio looked very young, not at the age of having a child.

"I have cats." Holmaggio couldn't wait to share his joy, "I have four cats. I still have photos." He took out the photo from his pocket, and it showed four kittens sitting side by side On the sofa, each one is wearing a small paper hat. This photo is obviously a snapshot, and the edges are a bit blurred.

"Keeping a cat is precious." He said proudly, and Solbey and Risut silently exchanged a "what's the matter with this man" look.

"What about you, did you come from France because you offended someone there?"

"No, I just want a change of working environment. France...is too peaceful." Jobs are few and employers are poor.Out of affection for his motherland, Solby put it in a more euphemistic way.

"I understand." Holmaggio gave him a look of "everyone is after money after all", "How about you, Risout?"

"...for my life." Risut didn't look very happy, "I owe the organization my life."

For a while, no one knew how to answer the call.It was Holmaggio who came to his senses, refilled the untouched glass of beer, and patted Risut on the shoulder.

"It's okay, when all this is over, our status in the organization will definitely be very high, and no one will dare to let you pay for your life."

Solbey felt that Holmaggio really deserved to be a security guard of the casino, and he was really eloquent.

But an hour and a half later, as they drove to the base, Sorbey, stuck in the back seat with the drunk, could only hope that someone would pull out his chattering tongue.

Notes:

*Self-fabricated Sorbey's stand-in ability is sensory exchange, which is activated through physical contact. The stand-in name is "Folieà Deux", which comes from falloutboy's album of the same name.

- Liuwei didn't think about it, anyway, it's very low, so low that Sorbey can do it himself faster than a double killing [

-It is a close range (no) power type, the only strong point is the stand-in ability that can exchange control of the body.But when using this ability to perform precise operations, Solbey must see the body parts controlled by him.Exchanging body control with others is a risky behavior. Although Solbey can control other people's bodies, at the same time, his own body parts will also be temporarily controlled by others.

- During the attack on Holmaggio, Thorbey swapped control of his right hand with him, so Holmaggio felt his right hand was "sticking to the ground" when he knocked Solbey down, because Thor Bey fell to the ground.

- All in all, I think it's a great stand-in for assassinations and fake accidents.Moreover, the death of the target is very natural (suicide), even if the substitute envoy investigates, they may not guess that it is a substitute attack.