【Slice Group】Still in yesterday

Summary:

*Prosut joins them.Solby meets Gerald.

Prosciutto was the fourth to come.A man in a suit and leather shoes with a neat hairstyle, a bag and a note in his hand, stood at the door of the warehouse.

The first sentence that Holmaggio opened the door was: "Sorry, the fashion magazine interview is next door."

Prosciut glanced at the neighbor and raised half of his eyebrows: "Are you kidding me?" After speaking, he pushed open the door forcefully. The man looked thin, but he was actually very strong. Holmaggio hurriedly took a step back. , the door turned quickly, and the iron-clad edge almost brushed his nose.

Risut and Solbe at the card table watched Prosciut walk straight over, the pendant dangling on his open chest, and the leather shoes rattled on the concrete floor.His route was straight, and his left and right feet landed on both sides of the seams of the concrete floor, perfectly symmetrical and exact, as if this was not a warehouse where assassins were jointed, but a catwalk at Paris Fashion Week.

This guy can't wait to have the word gangster written on his face.Even if Solbey hadn't read the documents sent by Popo, he could still read the aura around Prosciutto.He is a child of the Mafia, raised as a Mafia member from an early age.Solbey could imagine Prosciutto's tone of voice before he opened his mouth. A native Italian white man, he pronounced his words with a perfect accent. One of the most frequently spoken words was "friendship" and the other was "glory".

Prosciutto stood still in front of the card table, put his handbag on the table, and took out a bottle of whiskey.

"This is a gift from the head of my ... branch."

Is this the custom of gangsters in southern Europe?For the first time, Solby felt culturally confused.

"I don't drink." Risut pushed aside.Holmaggio took out four glasses and a bucket of ice cubes from nowhere, and after asking the captain's permission, he poured wine for the rest of the team (except Risut, who only wanted ice cubes).Sorbey didn't say anything, he had gotten used to Hormaggio's love for alcohol in the past three months - of course, under the premise of not getting drunk.

Prosciutto didn't say anything, and took out another box of cigars from his bag.

Risut was probably worried that he would come up with something more, so he raised his hand and touched the box in front of him. The velvet cover was pinned with Polbo's token.

"You will be my captain from now on." The blond-haired man saluted, his gestures revealed good upbringing, making it hard to believe that such a person would actually be doing such a humble job as an assassin in the mafia.He is more suitable to be a lobbyist or counselor, standing behind the boss, a poisonous snake under the roses.Solbey thought so, but both he and Hormaggio had read the documents Polpo sent to Risut, and the newcomer was indeed of noble origin, so he was given it as an expensive gift. Gave it to the new boss as proof of the loyalty of the local branch.

"The name is Proxiet, and the stand-in is called "Heroic Success". "Proxiet called out the stand-in and rolled up his right sleeve. The monster that looked like the upper body of a hundred-eyed giant grabbed Proxiet's exposed arm. In an instant, the white and smooth forearm became bony and skin shriveled. Spots appear, like a dying old man.

"The ability is aging. It can cover a distance of at least 50 meters. The direct contact effect is the fastest. But—" Proxiete picked up the cup filled with ice and put it on the aging arm, and the cooled part recovered a little Youthful color, "Aging will be slowed down under low temperature." After that, he lifted the double, and the arm returned to its original shape.

"So how do you use doubles to assassinate?" Holmaggio asked.

"We don't use body doubles for assassination," Risut replied for him. "We use body doubles to make the target look 'assassinated.'"

He turned to face Proxieter: "The boss doesn't want the news of the substitute messenger to be known, especially his enemies. Your substitute is very strong, I'm afraid it will be easy for you to kill the whole train, but I won't allow you to kill your targets in grotesque ways - that's the same requirement for all of us."

"Of course, Captain," said Prosciutto.

"Then..." Sorbey put the cards back together. Proxieter came just in time. His cards this round were terrible, and he couldn't lose any more—if he lost again, he would lose. Invite those two to dinner.He shuffled the cards, dealt out the cards in order, and when they were dealt to Prosciutto, he asked, "Are you playing cards?"

"Play." Proxiet took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, "What's the bet?"

"The loser invites dinner."

Risut invited them to dinner.

half year later

Risut completed the task and returned with his salary.They split the money equally, and everyone surprisingly didn't have any opinions—Sorbey was surprised that these native-born Italian hooligans didn't succumb to the xenophobia of the underground world, and their relationship after this period was as good as a boarding school My roommates, despite their busy work schedules, get together less and leave more.

"Polpo is in prison." Risut brought back a message.

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to appreciate the deep meaning of this sentence for a while.

"He did it voluntarily." Risut continued, "Polpo has made too many enemies, and he is safer in prison than in his own home. The boss's message has always been conveyed by Polbo, and now he is in prison. Substitution is likely. Although Bolpo still has the power to manage us, the boss seems to want to manage us directly."

"Congratulations on your promotion?" Holmaggio fished out a bottle of champagne out of nowhere.Solby knew that he would go to the liquor store to steal alcohol every now and then, use a double to make the bottle smaller and take it away in his pocket, not to save money, but for excitement.But this is too much, aren't you afraid of being bankrupted by others?

Risut's face darkened, Prosciut and Solbey quickly reached out and pressed the bottle of champagne under the table, Holmaggio also shut up.

"I haven't received specific news yet." Their captain continued, "Polpo has recently recruited a new stand-in envoy and is busy with other teams' affairs, but he mentioned one thing: the boss wants to increase our Number of people. Since Bolbo can no longer find candidates for him, we have the right to recommend upwards. The condition is that the background is clean, loyal to the organization, and it doesn’t matter whether there are doubles. After reporting to Borbo, they will all become doubles messenger."

Holmaggio and Prosciutto seemed to have a candidate in mind, but Solbey ignored this, he didn't know anyone in Italy except these three, how could such a thing happen he.

However, at the beginning of the new year, he took Gerald into his apartment and rubbed his stricken face inwardly.

Their boss is a tight-knit person, no one has seen his appearance, and almost no one has heard his voice, but as long as you are in the organization, his orders can come to your door, regardless of time and place.Even when the end of the year is approaching, when shops are closed and restaurants are closed.

It's the end of December, and their boss has decided to get the American gang out of the area in two months.Originally, the two sides lived in peace, until the Yankee turned his mind on drugs.I'm afraid there are also quite clever stand-in messengers over there. The American gangsters found the transportation route from the destroyed ledger, and intercepted two batches of goods in a row, in order to threaten the organization to either divide it equally, or no one would want to do this business.

Large-scale fires are of course not within the scope of their work, and Risut's team is given the task of intercepting the other party's intelligence sources.However, the existing intelligence network is not enough to complete the task, and the district fire has taken away a lot of minions. The four of them can only inquire about the information in person, working overtime day and night like the company's financial affairs at the end of the year.

Solby went to the bar alone to collect information.Hormaggio drove him to the door, saying that he would not go in.

"This bar is in a neutral zone, so don't make trouble." The short man rarely said seriously, "The owner is a good guy, and the customers are nice. It's just a little too enthusiastic. He always invites me to drink, but he often hugs me. And touched my legs."

Solby looked at his legs and fell silent.

The inside of the bar is much warmer than the outside, there are many people sitting, and classic movies are playing on the TV.Solby is gay, but he's conservative, and he's here on business today.But in order to blend in with the group, he unbuttoned his coat and undid two more buttons on his black shirt.He is tall, about the same size as Risut, but his legs are longer than Risut's. When he first entered the door, he felt a few warm eyes.

Someone whispered: "I would die with those legs."

Solby smiled at him, then sat down by the TV and ordered a beer.He pretended to be concentrating on the male movie stars on TV, but actually tried his best to distinguish the content of the conversation around him.Americans are foreigners like him, and foreigners can always distinguish each other's accents faster than locals.Lady luck favored him tonight, there really were two American gangsters in this gay bar, and they just happened to know about the drug robbery.The two chatted happily, got up and went into the bathroom, followed by Sorbey.

There are three stalls in the bathroom, the innermost is locked.Presumably it was the lightning that set off the fire, and the two went straight into the compartment facing the door, and Sorbey entered the middle one without thinking.He quietly locked the door, put his feet on the toilet seat, and carefully identified the vague voices in the next room.Although those two people were not core members of the gang, Solby somehow knew about their superiors and confirmed the existence of hostile stand-in messengers.The two men pulled up their pants and left the bathroom 10 minutes later. Solby didn't want to stay any longer. There was a stench in the place, and he didn't really want to know the source of the smell.

He was about to put his feet down when he realized that the tiled floor was full of water at some point—no, Sorbey corrected himself, water mixed with blood flowed to him from another compartment.He lowered his body, and there was a person lying on the ground next door, and the ground was already covered in blood. Judging by the amount of bleeding, the unlucky guy was probably dead.Did he die before he came in?In this way, didn't those two people just have sex next to the corpse?Solby felt a twisted smile in his head at the thought, but the smile died away quickly because of something else he saw.

Mirror-like blood spread, and he saw another person in the next room in the reflection, and the murderer who killed that person was right beside him.

But he obviously didn't hear anything just now, and the only sound in this cramped, airless bathroom was the panting and conversation of those two bastards.

Solby carefully opened the door of the compartment, walked to the next door, and knocked on that door.The smell inside the door was disturbed, and the other party fell into a panic, probably murdering with passion, Sorbey thought.But this was very strange, through the reflection of the bloody water, he could see the people inside moving helplessly, as if trying to move the corpse, but no matter how much the movement was, there was no sound from inside.

"I'm going to open the door," he said, and pushed open the compartment door.The light seeps in, the shadows recede, and the panicked man rushes towards Sorbey, his fists swung firmly by the killer.The murderer's body was in a mess, his blond hair was drenched with sweat, tears were streaming down his face, his teeth were closed tightly, and white foam was spraying out from the gaps with his heavy breathing.There were traces of saliva and vomiting hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the spit out was caught by the front of his clothes.The pupils in his brown eyeballs shrink to the size of pinpoints, the adrenaline rush fades, and fear gradually takes over.He's like a kid who's just murdered—Solby thought, finding him kind of cute for no reason.

"Relax, breathe," he said reassuringly, "You're doing fine."

The man let out a whimper.

Sorbey's hands slowly grasped the opponent's fist, and gently separated and relaxed the tightly clenched knuckles. His fingertips swept across the opponent's injured knuckles, removing the bone fragments stuck in the wound. Sweep to the ground.Not long ago, these hands beat a man to death. The murderer didn't remember how many punches he had punched, and he didn't remember the feeling of his bones being broken. When he came to his senses, the man's face had been beaten Crushed, the original knife-like outline was sunken in by the beating.

"We have to get out of here." Solby said, "I have to wash you up first." After speaking, he held the other person's face and let him bend down in front of the sink.His little murderer finally regained his sanity, and obediently washed the blood off his face and hands under the tap.Under Solby's command, he obediently took off his dirty clothes, took off another clean one, and wrapped up the dirty one.

Sorby took off his coat and covered the opponent.That man was much shorter than Solby, and he was covered tightly by a windbreaker.Solbey patted him on the shoulder, then grabbed his waist to let him approach him, and the two of them walked to the door of the bathroom in a rather awkward posture.Before leaving, Solbey looked back at the ceiling, the phantom with strange shape gradually disappeared as the master moved away.He winked at the stand-in.Oh don't worry, he thought, I'll be good friends with your master.

Fortunately, the public transportation system was not paralyzed because of the New Year's Eve. The moment they walked out of the bar, the cold wind in Italy made their heads and bodies sober.The person wrapped in the windbreaker let out a vague moan, and Solby shivered. They hurried on the bus and hid in the last row closest to the heat of the engine.

"You have to give yourself a name, I don't know what your name is yet." They nestled together, and Sorbey sat on the outside, speaking close to his ear, "My name is Sorbey."

At this time, the bus passed the commercial street, and the shops were already closed, but the signboards were still displayed outside.

"Hi, Solby. My name is...Gerald." They passed street lights one by one, and the lights shone through the glass and fell on his face one by one, just like the reversal therapy advertised in a mental hospital, "today is a bad day .”

Today was a terrible day, someone sued him for black, he was removed from the army, Gerald left too hastily, without any luggage.He had no money to go home, was almost raped, and killed someone.The stranger in front of him was unnaturally friendly at the moment, but he didn't know how to suspect him, and maybe Thorby was the only good thing that happened to his bad day.

"Hello, Gerald," Solby said in his usual calm voice, as if he had seen the future a few minutes ahead, "maybe you'd like to come over to my house and tell me your story."

Gerald saw a phantom appearing beside Solby, somewhat similar to the one that suddenly appeared beside him today.He nodded, thinking that what the black-haired man said made sense. He was too tired and wanted to give up everything and think.

Notes:

*The faked Gerrard's stand-in ability is sound-cancelling. Things touched by the stand-in will not make any sound within 30 minutes. I didn't think about the name. I didn't think about Liuwei but it was also very low. The body is better than the stand-in. .

*When Solbey entered the compartment, he was beating up the unlucky guy, but because he subconsciously activated his double ability, no one noticed.

*Anyway, there won’t be any stand-ins for the two of them to fight in the future【

*Gerald is also given, originally a soldier, because it caused him to be stripped of his military status and fired.I went to a gay bar to gain a sense of belonging, but after being drunk a few drinks, I was almost raped, my nerves were disconnected on the spot, and I beat the other party to death.Gerald's living environment has been instilling the concept of "homosexuality is a sin/disease/evil", and his substitute is a concrete expression of "unspeakable, unspeakable" in a sense.