【Slice Group】Still in yesterday

Summary:

*Hormaggio brings Illuso, Gerald and Solbey to a meeting, and they drive away the Americans.

Gerald didn't join the ranks of assassins because he was persuaded by Thorby, he just had nowhere to go.The gangster killer in front of him has the same wonderful superpowers as himself ("It's called a stand-in." Solbey said), and he is gay like himself, which makes Gerald suddenly feel that being a gangster killer is not a bad thing.

They quickly went through the admission process.Solbey's colleagues were very satisfied with Gerald's double ability ("Silence out! Finally there is a double worthy of the assassin!" Holmaggio said), and his captain was very satisfied with Solbey's intelligence. Satisfied, Polpo and the faceless boss were also pleased with Gerrard's blank slate background.With Gerald's assistance, they successfully grasped the other party's intelligence source within a month and locked the identity of the hostile stand-in messenger. However, after they really started working, difficulties followed one after another.The other side must have known some information here, and the assassination target was quickly protected.

"Stand-in messengers are attracted to each other. So the other party may have realized us." Risut recalled what Polbo once said to him.

"I've heard people say this in France. 'Gravity of fate brings us together'." Sorbey said something in French.Gerald made an "oh-" beside him, and Solby looked at him and smiled.Gerrard was getting on well with the team these days, a guy who, in his sanity, was quite pleasant, and a terrible romantic.

"It's not fair." Hormaggio slapped the table, "Why doesn't it work for me to speak French to women?"

"Because I'm French." Solby drank calmly.

"You guys are enough. We have less than a month left." Proshut and Risut checked the battle report together, and he seemed more anxious than the captain.The recent progress is not smooth, this time the enemy is not an ordinary gangster, but a substitute envoy who is proficient in substitute combat.And that person, as an important asset of the Yankees, was protected by the enemy layer by layer, and it was almost impossible to "assassinate" according to the boss's instructions.

Proxieter hadn't closed his eyes for two days, and there was a smell of coffee all over his body, and he could feel a refreshing breath just by getting close.

"...Obviously using "Heroic Success" to make a frontal breakthrough will solve the problem, but if this drags on, they will have to move the location again. The blond man pointed to the hidden location of the target on the map. The long-term lack of sleep made Proxiet gradually irritable, and a strand of his neatly combed hair fell out.

"It's not just about assassination, Prosut." Risut said seriously, he also didn't sleep a wink for two days, but he was as energetic as a monster, "It's winter now, and the temperature has too much influence on the human body. Using a stand-in means that you have to be exposed to the opponent's field of vision. If there is a sniper on the opposite side, then he is likely not to be affected by "Being Brave". "

"That's enough for you to rush in and kill him." Proxiet retorted.

"We don't sacrifice our companions to achieve our goals," Risut replied. "Life is precious—that's why we're being paid to take it."

This logic doesn't make sense at all!Holmaggio could no longer listen to their incoherent conversations. He and Solbey at least looked like normal people in taking care of themselves. Both got enough sleep before starting work. Summarize all kinds of information on the chair next to you.Gerald was in charge of answering intelligence next door. He used to be an expert in handling weapons and signals in the logistics department of the national army. His training in the army gave him an advantage in intelligence processing. He listened to the telegram while answering the phone. Copy the respective information on the above.The last informant also completed the communication. Gerald took the copied note, sat next to Solby, and began to decipher the code.Solbey turned up the brightness of the desk lamp, and continued to worry about the hotel's architectural design together with Holmaggio.He took out a pack of cigarettes and distributed them to his companions. The three of them gathered around a table, exhaling a cloud of sorrow.

"I remembered!" Holmaggio stood up suddenly, "I have something to say."

Gerald almost threw the pen.Risut and Proshut also stopped talking, and both looked at the short man.

"Go ahead," said Solby.

"Do you remember what I said two days ago that my house was stolen?"

"Is it the enemy?" Gerald asked.

"No, I caught the thief." Holmaggio took out a translucent plastic lunch box from his backpack, with a few ventilation holes pierced on it, "Here, I almost forgot."

He put the lunch box on the table, and the other four people took a closer look. There was a red thing inside and a black shadow moving beside it.

"It's still alive, that's great." He lifted the lid, and there was a person inside, with a half-cut tomato next to it.The skinny little man was wearing thin clothes out of season, with loose black hair, and was holding a small piece of tomato in his hand, trying to throw it at Hormaggio's face.He screamed at them while throwing tomato cubes.But because he was so small, no one could hear what he was shouting clearly.

"Hormagio, you're horrible," Gerald said. "How could you do that to a girl?"

"First of all, this is a man. Second, I left holes for him to breathe, and I cut half a tomato for him! There are vitamins and water!" Holmaggio half-closed the lid, and the little man After kicking the box a few times, it stopped moving again, probably to save energy.

"So why are you showing us this?" Proxiet said impatiently, reaching out to touch the report on the table in front of him.

"Can't you just be curious?" Holmaggio pulled the report out of Prosciut's hand, and the blond man glared at him dissatisfied.

"Now is the time." Risut rubbed his temples, "We don't have time to question a thief."

"He's a stand-in messenger!" Holmaggio couldn't hold back anymore. His teammates are good everywhere, but it's easy to get stuck in doing things.They have indeed encountered a bottleneck now, but this kind of exhaustion will never solve the problem without thinking of new solutions.The short-haired man knocked on the lid of the lunch box and said, "He can enter the world in the mirror. With him, we don't have to worry about being discovered when we sneak in."

"The world in the mirror does not exist." You must have drunk too much.Prosciutte snatched the report back from Holmaggio, and rolled his eyes inwardly. At least he saved Holmaggio's favor, and he didn't say the second half of the sentence.Seriously, recruit newcomers now?They are already too busy. Does Holmaggio find it interesting to work overtime?

"Prosciutto, I can't agree with that. It's not like there are doubles using mirrors. When I was in France, I once heard that there was a murderer who could travel between reflective surfaces, and even killed people by relying on the reflection of rainwater." Solbe held Proxiet's arm and forced him to put down his work, "If he is really a stand-in messenger who can freely travel back and forth in the mirror world, then our problem will be solved. I think we should try it, Risu What do you think?"

"I think you should rest, Prosut, you look like you're going to pass out." Risut said with concern.

The person named expressed his disappointment by expressing his disappointment with a series of ambiguous tone words.

"He'd better not try to escape." Risut signaled Holmaggio to remove the double. He nodded, lifted the cover, and lifted the thief out with two fingers. The black-haired villain squeaked because his body was suspended Wow screaming.Solbey and Gerald also stood up, and they surrounded Holmaggiou. "Little feet" canceled the shrinking effect, and the black-haired man who suddenly returned to his normal body fell to the ground with both feet, but he didn't react for a while, and the originally shrill cry became several times thicker in an instant.

"I don't accept—!!" the man yelled at Hormaggio, and a double appeared behind him, looking aggressive.However, when the gang killers surrounding him called out their substitutes one after another, he was frightened and hugged himself with both hands.No wonder Gerald mistook him for a woman at first. The black-haired man had a delicate face and big eyes. Although the irises were deep red, they didn't look intimidating at all. Instead, he looked weak, pitiful and helpless.

"You stole from us, you are very brave." The lack of sleep reduced Prosciut's tolerance for noise to zero, and he almost exhausted the last bit of self-control to prevent the other party from being heroic on the spot.

The black-haired thief only dared to make a sound like a strangled rabbit, and his red eyes scanned back and forth, trying to find a way to escape from here.

"Don't scare him." Hormaggio said in his usual relaxed tone.In that case, he always plays the good guy, Solby thought, and then the rest of us have to play the bad guy--not that we're not, but Gerald seems to be able to play the good guy too.

"Now you know who we are, you owe us something, but you are lucky, now you have a chance to sell us a favor." Holmaggio began to negotiate, "I suggest you grab it, don't think about it Run. We can catch you wherever you go, after all, and—" He signaled Solby to press.

Solby understood, and made a "kill you" gesture.

Holmaggio was stunned, and gave him a look of "what does this mean?"

Gerrard rushed to the rescue and translated it with Italian gestures.

The black-haired man's face was so pale that Solby felt that his eyeballs were going to fade.He nodded reluctantly, and held Hormagio's hand through gritted teeth.

"That's right." Holmaggio took his hand and made the black-haired man face his future captain, "Now, say hello to your captain."

The phone in the next room rang at an untimely moment. Proshett probably couldn't stand the unhurried development at last, and signaled Gerald not to move, and he went to answer it.

"...I, my name is Illuso. The substitute is "The Man in the Mirror". Illuso stared at Risut's eyes, sweat dripped from his forehead, but as if a sinking boulder had finally reached the bottom of the sea, he no longer flinched, "The ability is to dominate the world in the mirror.Living objects can only enter and exit the mirror with my permission, and my ability can separate the main body from the double.You'll need me if your target is a stand-in messenger. "

Before the words finished, there was a "bang" sound from the next room, and Gerald followed the sound.The receiver of the telephone that transmitted the information was smashed to the ground, and the parts inside fell apart. Proxiet squatted by the door, leaning on the ground with one hand and covering his forehead with the other.

"...uh..." the blond man moaned, the hand on the head was inserted into the hair, and the neat hairstyle was scratched, "Damn—they went to the building, they changed places... "

"Are you alright Prosciutto?" Gerald squatted in front of him, and to be honest, he wasn't quite sure whether Prosciust was angry or had a headache or both.

"...I, I'm not good...my head hurts." Proxiet looked at him weakly.

That must have hurt so much.Gerald thought.Proxieter usually feels no pain, even if he has a broken bone, he doesn't say a word.

He helped Proxiet up and let him lean against him.Prosut was taller than Gerald, and when Gerald tried to move, Prosut's legs would trip him up.Fortunately, Risut and Solbey immediately stepped forward to help when they saw him carrying Prosciutto. Holmaggio removed the documents on the sofa and took painkillers.The four of them hurriedly put the companion who had a headache to the point of insanity on the sofa, asked him to take medicine, drink water, and lie down to rest.

"Your blood vessels in the brain are about to spasm, Prosut." Risut said, "You have to know your position, you are our important combat resource. I order you to rest."

I have a headache like this, give me some sleep and try.Proxieter wanted to retort, but he couldn't open his eyes from the pain.Risut put his hand on his forehead and used Metalwork's ability to force the blood to circulate in the normal way.After the pain eased slightly, Proxiet fell asleep quickly.

"Solbey, Gerald, you go to investigate the hotel they left and find out where they are going." Risut left the sofa and returned to work, "Illuso, you and Holmaggio, use the The power of the "man in the mirror" found these people and asked them everything they could.Report back to me as soon as it's over. "

Solby and Gerald nodded, packed their things and prepared to go out.Holmaggio followed Illuso into the bathroom. Illuso got into the mirror first, and then stretched out his hand to pull Holmaggio in.

"You have to bring the little feet in too. said Holmaggio.

"...Okay." Iluso reluctantly let the "man in the mirror" pull in the opponent's double.

Facts have proved that "people go to the empty building" is an inaccurate statement, and the other party obviously left a team of people waiting.But the silencer weapon is so easy to use beyond imagination. Solbey never thought of a grenade that can explode without making any sound, but Gerald is simply a fucking magician. They killed the opponent smoothly A does not stay.

Well, it doesn't seem to be that accurate either.They kept a few alive, tore off the wet sheets as ropes, tied them up and threw them on the big hotel bed, like a row of boiled lobsters.They interrogated one person at a time, lifting him out of bed, dragging him into the bathroom, and strapping him to a chair.The bathroom was silenced by Gerrard's stand-in, so the sound from inside could not come out, but the sound from outside could come in.

They chose waterboarding according to local conditions. Of course, these two people were very unskilled in operation, so the original torture can only be regarded as an appetizer now.If the opponent's mouth is stubborn, Gerald can't see the need to make that person speak again.Gerald's hands were strong, and Solby had a deep understanding when he met him. For those who did not reveal the slightest information and those who tried to kill themselves by biting their tongues, Gerald would directly break his jaw and dislocate it.The new assassin was comfortable with inflicting pain, and obviously enjoyed it, and perhaps his time in the army had been depressing and difficult, Solby thought, but whatever his past had given Gerard a kind of Wonderfully magical, the way he looks when he inflicts violence is mesmerizing.His murderer was trying to use pliers to extract the back molars of the last hapless fellow, who had a good set of teeth, and Gerald had been trying in vain, the pliers and gloves were covered with blood and spit.

"Take it easy, don't let him pass out." Sorbey reminded him that the poor guy had already started to roll his eyes because of suffocation, and the black-haired killer immediately kicked the prisoner's calf, forcing him to wake up from the severe pain.

"Your friends are more cooperative than you." Gerald put the pliers into the sink, turned on the tap to flush the water, and the molars of other prisoners who had been pulled out earlier fell to the ground along the water.He threw the medical gloves into the toilet and flushed them, picked up the small notebook on the water tank, and flipped through the paper filled with notes on forced confessions in front of the prisoner.

The guy with the dislocated jaw is whimpering and swearing, slobbering all over the place.Solby couldn't stand it anymore and slapped him.

"Easy." Gerald imitated Solby's accent, and threw the notebook to Solby, "He still wants to go home intact, doesn't he?"

Hearing the word "home", the man let out a slightly different whimper.

"Oh, home, sweet home." Gerald obviously noticed the momentary wavering, and he turned to speak in a cheerful tone, but the movements of his hands were still extremely rough, and he forcibly tore off the man's gloves, revealing Wedding ring on the ring finger.Gerald chuckled and said, "You have a beautiful wife and good children. You love them, that's what you are, don't you?"

"Unbelievable." Solby commented contemptuously.Mercenaries and killers are fellow travelers, creatures farthest from the happiness of ordinary people.They can't marry, they shouldn't have a family, this job is like a vortex that sucks everything that concerns them and sinks into the depths of the dark world.Any hired murderer with a surviving conscience should not pursue the so-called "sweet home". For those he loves and those who love him, not meeting and acquainting them is the best protection for those people.The man in front of him could be regarded as Solby's senior, but he broke the dogma that Solby had always believed in, which made the black-haired killer somewhat angry and dissatisfied.He couldn't quite say where the anger came from, but he was convinced that at least it wasn't jealousy—that such an irresponsible life had no redeeming qualities for Solby.When he first entered the industry and was still a teenager, Solby gave up the possibility of living a happy life like ordinary people.It was because of this that he had lived until now, and it was also because of this that the man fell into their hands.

"There are no Italian men who don't love their families. Your colleagues must not understand, right?" Gerald watched the man with a look of fear on his face with satisfaction, and gently stroked the golden ring with his fingertips.

He watched the contemptuous look on Sorbey's face, and then made a face at the prisoner, as if conveying some secret language that only Italians could understand. "They are foreigners. They can leave their homes and sell their relatives for money. But you are different. You will definitely choose your family. I know, because I am also Italian." When he said this, his tone was taken for granted, like It was chatting with friends in a street cafe.

Gerald's words made Solby feel a little uncomfortable, but he remained expressionless, and reached out to find the prisoner's wallet in his inner pocket.He blamed everything on cultural differences. Italians may indeed love their families. The problem is that they love so hard that they forget their own identities, which gives Solbey an opportunity.He took a family photo out of his wallet and handed it to Gerald.

"It's such a lovely family, just like when I was a child." Gerald touched the smiling face on the photo with bloody fingers, smearing a little blood on everyone on it, "If something happens to them, It’s just so sad.”

The prisoner's eyes widened and he let out a wild roar like an animal. He shook his body frantically, splashing bloody saliva everywhere.The Italian spoken by the man with the dislocated jaw was beyond the comprehension of Solbey, but he could still guess the worst insults and curses from the changing tone.

Gerald still had a relaxed smile on his face. He slowly took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped off the blood splashed on his face.

Solby took the photo from Gerald and looked at it carefully.During a lull from the neighing of the animals, he chimed in with aplomb: "I'm not Italian, so I can do this. You shouldn't be taking pictures of such obvious landmarks. Ready to confess?"

Gerald seized the opportunity to put his dislocated jaw back in place. The poor guy finally made his final choice. In the organization, he was the bottom cannon fodder, but in the family he was the only pillar.They got all the information, even the superiors who called to check the post.Sorbey controlled the guy's mouth and throat, and sent out the false information word by word according to the teleprompter written by Gerald.If Holmaggio and their mission went well, Solby and Gerald would gain enough time to catch up with the ship and stop it even before it left port.

Mission accomplished, Thorby shot the last prisoner through the forehead.They called Risut, and Holmaggio and Iruso had also detected the composition and action plan of the fugitives. They split into three groups and agreed to meet at the warehouse near the port.

Another night shift.That's why people always associate night with murder, Solby thought as he drove.

"I'm sorry for what I said just now." Gerald sat in the co-pilot, was silent for a long time, and said suddenly, "I don't mean anything, I just want to pry his mouth open." He grabbed Solby and held the steering wheel arms, apologetically sincere.Gerald likes physical contact. When he is with his companions, he always hooks up with people, and even pats his arms at the worst. When he is facing an enemy, this physical contact will rise to become Extreme violence.

"You're right," said Solby, his eyes still fixed on the road, concentrating. "I did leave my country for money."

"...Then, I betrayed my family for money and became a gang killer. We are the same." Gerald laughed as he watched Solby laugh at his own words.He turned, dragged the weapon case from the back seat, and loaded the gun.

They drove on the highway, the headlights being the only source of light other than the moon.The surrounding leaves were rustled by the wind, and for ears accustomed to the sound of cars driving, it was rare to find a silence all around at this moment.

Like a date.Solby thought.

But they came a bit late.The escaped ship was far away from the port, and the pier was heavily guarded.Prosciutto looks like he wants to kill everyone to vent his anger.

"What should we do now?" Solby looked at the sailing yacht through the binoculars, "If they chase after it directly, they will definitely sink the boat."

"There is still a chance. I have also been on the yacht they are on, and there are mirrors on it." Holmaggio said.

"We sailed from the mirror world." Iluso took out the mirror from the trunk, "The state changes of things in the mirror world will not affect the real world in turn. Using this, I can use the ship in the mirror to Go after it. But I have never tried such a long distance, just to be on the safe side, I can only take one person at most.”

"I'll go, 'Metalwork' will allow me to hide on the boat. "The rest of us clean up the place," Risut said. "

The assassins who had been forced to stop working for more than a month were gearing up, and they were bound to vent their anguish for this month on this group of people.Proxieter took out the prepared ice cubes from the car and distributed them to his colleagues.Illuso has already entered the mirror, and Risut is about to follow.

"Wait a minute, captain." Proxiet stopped him, "Remember not to get too close to the electronic equipment, your magnetic force will cause them to malfunction."

Risut nodded and walked into the mirror.

"Have you got all the ice cubes? Are they in place?" Proxieter finished his cigarette. He spit the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot.Because of his obsession with his work (and his colleagues shirking responsibility), he was awarded the vice-captain position within a few months of joining.However, this is the first time that Proshut has commanded the team since he took office.Although the substitute has the ability to make people age, Proxiet still has a youthful and domineering brilliance on his face. The smoke of "Heroic Success" invaded along with the sea breeze, and the assassins raised their weapons.

This is the night of the silent hunt.

The boss was very satisfied with the unmanned cruise ship at sea, so he let go of the past for Iluso's sudden joining.The American gangster ran away with his tail between his legs and quit the drug competition.The assassins get a lot of money, and Holmaggio proposes to celebrate at his apartment.

Six guys celebrating payday and a late New Year's Eve in a bachelor pad is never a good idea, but it's too late to regret it by the time they're all there.Everyone brought something to eat, home-cooked food, fast food, snacks and drinks set the table.No one thought it was strange when they were seated, but it was only when the plates were being divided that Holmaggio realized, "Where's Illuso?"

Of course Iluso is here, and the snacks on the table are his masterpieces.

"I think he took something to eat and went to your bedroom," said Gerald, who was busily toasting Solby.

"Damn." Holmaggio blushed and hurried into the bedroom.

"It must be the yellow book." Proxiet said, and he drank a glass with Solby, and then got up to add a spoonful of mixed juice to Risut.When preparing dinner, what other people brought over was nothing more than food packed in baking trays or disposable lunch boxes. Proxiete directly brought a pot and put it on the table, and placed an induction cooker underneath to heat it. It's homemade juice.This operation really shocked his colleagues, and even Risut's serious face showed obvious surprise.It was probably at this time, when other people's attention was attracted by Proxiet's superb cooking skills, Iluso took some food and hid it in the mirror in Holmaggio's bedroom.

When Hormaggio went in to find someone, he was about to go out to get a drink when he saw the owner standing in front of the mirror.

Iluso poked his head out of the mirror, waved his hand to signal the other party to get out of the way: "Please step aside, I'll get a drink."

"There are enough chairs and enough plates. It's rare for everyone to get together." Holmaggio grabbed his arm, "Listen to senior."

"I don't allow it." Illuso's mirror world rejected Hormaggio, and he shrank back, only showing his head outside, looking particularly strange.

"Then I'm going to be tough, do you want to do it again?" The short-haired man threatened him, ""Little feet"! "

The experience of being locked in the lunch box by Holmaggio for most of the day was still fresh in his memory, and Iluso walked out of the mirror holding the plate.Under Hormaggio's supervision, he sat down at the dinner table and ate with the others.The assassins didn't care much about this little episode, after all, this group of people were all weirdos in a certain sense.

Maybe it's my nervousness, Iluso thought, feeling that nothing can escape Hormaggio's eyes, he probably is afraid that I will run away.

In this anxiety, he kept stuffing food into his mouth, and the difference in eating was reminiscent of Dongchu's hamster.Regardless, it was the first time Illuso had eaten in front of other people in nearly 15 years.

Notes:

*Proxiet is not aniki yet at this time, but he has already assumed important responsibilities in the team.Assuming that he is in his early twenties, he is a bit arrogant [but I like it very much, and he will gradually become more stable in the future [The last two questions are the lines of his hellsing butler's first battle, I can't remember the specifics, anyway It's a question.

* I have prepared Illuso's background story, but it is not easy to insert it into the plot. It is only written that he was a thief before he joined the assassination team. The man in the mirror is very suitable for stealing things. 【【【

I think the avatar has something to do with personal growth experience. If you think so, Illuso is probably an autistic child【【【

Roughly speaking, the background I fabricated myself is as follows:

Iluso grew up in an orphanage. Because he didn't get the care of adults and the supplies in the orphanage were very scarce, he gradually developed the habit of stealing.In an orphanage, things are rare and all have to share, and "owning" a thing is a luxury.When Iluso was stealing things at first, he was discovered by adults, and all his things were confiscated.Afterwards he tries to hide the stolen items, but they are always found.Until the double was awakened, he hid the stolen things in the mirror world, and he subconsciously began to think that those things would truly belong to him only after entering the mirror world.

In other words, the self in the mirror world can dominate everything.

*I have also prepared many versions of the plot of Illuso's entry into the team.Including being recruited by Polbo and running away with a lighter, the entire assassination team chased after him, using the mirror world to slip the assassination team around by himself <- such a sand sculpture flavor

*And after Iluso joined, he didn't fit in well. Holmaggio forced him to drag him into the team building, followed him into the mirror world (mixed into the food), and then took out wine and snacks to try to socialize, but Iluso thought His control over the world in the mirror failed, and he cried directly. <- Such a bit of a cheese mirror plot.Because arrogance and blind self-confidence are in a sense a manifestation of immaturity, so Iluso, who is still a teenager at heart, is very cute [

*But because the plot cannot be put together, none of the above things will appear【【【【