【Slice Group】Still in yesterday

Summary:

Shopping, traveling, baby face.

After solving the American gang, they ushered in a short idle period.Although Risut was not good at words, he was always fair. The assassins shared the rewards of the last collective action equally, and even Iluso had no complaints.Although the boss will occasionally issue some urgent orders, such as threatening some small organizations that are about to occupy the magpie's nest, assassinating several hostile cadres, but compared with the tense two months at the beginning of the year, the current life is not worth it. Relax and relax.Normally, only two people need to be kept on duty at the headquarters, and the rest can disappear and enjoy a short rest.

Until it was Proxiet's turn to rest.

Holmaggio and Solbey were on duty that week, and they thought it was an enemy attack when Prosciut walked into the headquarters.The blond killer didn't wear a suit today, but a long windbreaker, and the blond hair that was originally tightly tied behind his head fell loose.Perhaps his usual elite workaholic appearance was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that the two fell into face blindness for a while.

"It's me." Proxiet called out the substitute, and the eyes of "Brave and Chengren" replaced the owner, and cast a disdainful look at the companion on duty, "How do you recognize people?"

"I didn't expect the effect of the hairstyle to be so powerful." Holmaggio touched his head. He had two scars on his head. He was hit by a guest with a wine bottle when he was a security guard. His hair hasn't grown yet. , thus severely limiting the available hairstyles.

"It hurts to comb your hair all the way back." Prosciutt said while trying to brush the hair that was in front of his eyes back. He gave Solby a "you know what I mean" look.

The killer, who combed his hair back all the year round for a clear vision, felt that he didn't understand the fashion of Italian gangsters very well.

"I called Gerald and Iruso, where are they?" Proxiet looked around.Gerald and Iluso hadn't found a place to live because they had just joined. Fortunately, their headquarters is quite large, and they each picked a warehouse as a temporary residence.After all, Gerald used to be a soldier, and he was able to maintain a normal routine after sleeping in the basement for a month.Iluso couldn't do it anymore. He always liked to stay in the mirror, and the basement was dark. After sleeping for a few days on vacation, his biological clock began to be chaotic. He often slept until noon, and then became energetic until the middle of the night.He is not yet 20 years old, strictly speaking, he is still a teenager. The brain of a teenager is still developing, and Iluso is an orphan. The nerves that control wakefulness and sleep may not have grown well since childhood.

Prosciutto had convinced himself that the chicken soup literature that Hormaggio had given him last Christmas turned out to be useful, which was really unexpected.

"Aren't you resting today?" Gerald leaned out of the intelligence room wearing a jumpsuit.The phone that was broken by Proxieter last time was completely scrapped, and the organization replaced it with a new one, but there was a problem with the encryption system.After learning that no one in the team could repair the circuit, the ex-soldier volunteered to work overtime to investigate the cause of the accident.

Although Gerald has not been trained by gangsters, his killing skills are no worse than that of a professional killer, and he has even mastered many skills that gangsters do not have. Proxiet respects him very much.Gerald didn't talk much about himself--perhaps he only talked to Solby, and Thorby kept his mouth shut, which was good.Prosciutto could only guess from the skills Gerald possessed that he presumably held technical duties in the army.Gerald was as good with a gun as all good soldiers were, but not all good soldiers were as adept at answering telegrams, deciphering codes, or even soldering circuit boards.Generally speaking, logistics is in charge of military resources and has a high status in the army, often playing a role of bullying, but Gerald in the logistics department will be suppressed to the point of expulsion. It is not difficult for him to imagine that Gerald has suffered What a humiliating thing.

If he is a pessimist, Gerrard is an optimist in the traditional sense. "It's not all a bad thing." When Gerald first joined the team, he briefly introduced his reasons for joining, from leaving the army to staying at Solby's house, "Thanks to them, the people above cover up this Incident, it was announced that I died in an accident. I am now a truly transparent person."

Although Prosciutto wasn't convinced about forging death certificates, he wasn't interested in the military.And Gerald's identity information did disappear completely shortly after he left the army, and it might be counterproductive to continue to trace it. It would be better to let Gerrard continue to act as a dead person.

Proxiet reminded him: "Today I will take you and Iluso to go shopping."

Not long after Iluso woke up, he came up from the basement, tying his hair while walking.No one knows how many braids he will wear today. According to Hormaggio's observation, the number of braids Illuso gets depends on how many hair ties he can find in the morning.

"Purchase? I just bought food yesterday?" Holmaggio put down the newspaper in his hand and opened the refrigerator.He drank a little too much with Solbey yesterday, and he remembered going shopping by himself, but he felt guilty after being told by Proxiet.

The fridge was stocked with beer and all the "healthy food" that Prosciut had asked for.Iluso was underweight when he joined the team, and was ordered by Risut to gain weight during the period of temporary residence in the warehouse, eat four meals a day, and do physical training. Gera, who lived with him in the warehouse, Germany is responsible for supervision.Going shopping yesterday was not a hallucination of drinking too much, Holmaggio breathed a sigh of relief and took a bottle of beer.

Prosciutt himself is a typical example of drinking at work, so he has no position to criticize this.

"Clothes shopping," said the blond man. "Gerald can't go to work in his army training uniform all the time, it will attract unwanted attention. As for Illuso, it's going to cool down soon, and he doesn't have any other clothes. I've made an appointment Tailor. It's about the face of our squad."

Oh got it, women go shopping.Before blurting out, Hormaggio braked in time and swallowed the dangerous straight man's speech.

"I don't want to go...it's so cold outside." Iluso was wearing the thin clothes he had when he came. They had the heating system of the residential building, but it was not much better.Even Risut, who was still shirtless in late autumn, now honestly covers himself both indoors and outdoors. "Go shopping for winter clothes." Prosciutt looked at his watch, "Hurry up, both you and Gerald."

"I don't want to." Yilu shrank on the sofa, pulled down the hem of his clothes, covering his cold feet.

"No, you want to." Proxiet called out the stand-in, and "Broken" paced slowly beside the blond man's legs like a two-legged cat, with the tentacles at the end of his body dangling like a cat's tail.

When obediently following Proxieter out, Gerald and Iluso inexplicably felt a heroic sacrifice for their companions, but the two colleagues on duty would never know what kind of sacrifice it was.

Prosciutto drove them there in his own car, with a lot of fashion magazines on his passenger seat, and Gerald and Iluso sat in the back seat knowingly.

"Anyway, the salary is paid, so why don't you just buy some of the spring, summer, autumn and winter." He handed the magazines on the side seat to Iluso, "If you can't figure it out, use these for reference."

"Can't we go to the store and leave after shopping?" Although Gerald is gay, he also reads fashion magazines to pass the time from time to time, but the bright colors on the coated paper have not penetrated into his dressing habits at all.

"You don't want to expose your consumption records." Prosciut replied without turning his head, "Besides, mass-produced clothes can't fit everyone's body shape, and no one wants to be caught by their own at the critical moment of work." Clothes restrict movement. Besides, clothes in stores can easily reveal information, price tags, trademarks, even patterns and fibers will become clues for the enemy to track. Privately-made clothes have natural concealment—as long as your tailor is a Someone who will keep a secret."

They think that these words are very reasonable, after all, the speaker himself seems to have stepped out of a refined picture in a fashion magazine.

Proxieter drove them to a residential house in the suburbs. His tailor was a half-blind old man. God knows how a half-blind tailor made the clothes that Proxieter was wearing.After exchanging pleasantries, they confirmed the clothes to be made one by one, and asked the tailor to record their body data.It may be that the old man is afraid of the cold, so the heating in the room is fully turned on, and there is even a heating blanket on the sofa.Gerald and Iruso stripped down to their underwear at the request of the tailor. Prosciut took the measuring tape and read the reading to the tailor.Although the picture of two nearly naked men and another neatly dressed man standing in the room is a bit strange, Gerrard and Iluso are both used to living in groups and don't care about being naked.But when it was Proxieter's turn, the blond man took off his coat, took the tape measure and the notebook for recording the data, went to the corner of the fitting room, and closed the curtain.

This made Iluso, who was getting dressed, a little embarrassed. He looked at Gerald, who shrugged his shoulders, turned around and continued to confirm the style of the clothes with the tailor.After a while, Proxieter came out, handed the ruler and notebook to the tailor, and sat back on the sofa.Gerald has finished talking, it's Illuso's turn.When he got up, he caught a glimpse of Prosciutto taking out a box of concealer from the inner pocket of his coat - he couldn't blame him, "The Man in the Mirror" made Illuso especially sensitive to the mirror.The blond man pinned his right hair behind his ear, probably because he wiped off a little makeup on his forehead when he undressed. Iruso found a bruise above Proxiet's right eye socket.Proxiet's skin was very fair, and he looked like he was living the life of a pampered young master, which was in stark contrast to the sun-baked skin of the rest of the team.However, this also made the bruises at the corners of his eyes stand out against his aristocratic white skin, like clumsy graffiti on a white porcelain bowl with a black oil-based pen.Prosciut pressed the injured area with his fingers, clicked his tongue habitually, and skillfully covered the purple bruise with cosmetics.That's all, the blond killer looked left and right with the mirror to make sure that the patch of skin color would not be easily seen through.

Maybe he's not much better than us.Illuso suddenly felt a connection.He grew up in an orphanage where there was never enough food, never enough clothes, and never enough love to keep every orphan cared for. "Owning something" is an extremely luxurious thing in the orphanage, but this thing is so natural and common in the world outside the orphanage.This made Illuso feel very unbalanced.At first he relied on stealing to make himself feel better, but after being exposed again and again, he awakened the ability of the "man in the mirror" and dominated the world on the other side of the mirror.But this pushed everything to the extreme. The world in the mirror became the only safe house, the only place where he could eat and sleep with peace of mind. After he got used to the life inside the mirror frame, the real world looked so Cold and strange.Now he is forced to live with the people who imprisoned him, but Iluso gradually feels that this is not a bad thing - at least this "orphanage" has his bed and food, and he can have most of what he wants without stealing thing.

What's more, during the days spent with the assassins, Iluso finally realized that there were many people like him outside the orphanage.Perhaps they share the same fate: Hormagio is good at numb himself with alcohol, he can't wait to get himself drunk after work, as if he hates being sober; The magnetic force drags all kinds of iron products; everyone knows the story of Gerrard, the gay soldier was forced to come out, and was thrown out of the iron gate on the day he revealed his identity; He never talked about his past, as if he had sent everything related to it to the grave with his own hands.But now he sees Proxieter, the ever-exquisite, confident, and noble-born assassin, with no wrinkle in his suit, his blond hair firmly tied into a bun, Proxieter who never shows any panic or fatigue, with The skilled technique concealed the bruises around the eyes.They really share the same fate, and no one is much better than the other. Illuso pays homage to the theory of "gravity".At last he began to feel that all was not so bad, and the old tailor said that he would have all his clothes delivered to the address in three days, and that he would be able to get through the winter without suffering the cold for the first time.

On the way back, Illuso got out of the car and bought coffee for everyone.When he saw the black-haired young man returning with three paper cups, Proxiet was slightly relieved.

They came back to find the phone had been fixed.Holmaggio probably used a double to get into the encrypted system, sorted out the contents of the circuit board in front of the electrician's manual, and then connected the wires.The guy was sleeping, lying on the couch with a magazine covering his face.Sorbey was dismantling the container, with a crowbar and the removed nails beside him.Gerald went to help, and the two of them lifted the tin box out of the wooden crate.Solby smashed the upper lock with a hammer, lifted the lid, and took out the contents one by one.Pistols, sniper rifles, scopes, suppressors, glass-cutting knives, body armor, and lots and lots of black shirts and trousers.This must be Solbert's luggage in France, Gerald thought.

"Only one case?" Gerald asked.

"Yes. I don't intend to go back, so I have nothing to take with me." Solby replied.He knew it sounded like a contradiction, and logically speaking, since he would never return to his home country, he should pack more luggage.But when Sorbey actually started packing, the man found that what he was about to bring didn't even fit into a single suitcase.

Of course, Solbey is not a person with a boring life. On the contrary, he is versatile and has a strong learning ability. He exchanged the rewards for killing people to arm himself with knowledge, forming a virtuous circle, which is why he made his name in the French killer circle.Those skills learned in order to mix into some special circles have almost become his hobbies after the mission is completed. The decorations in Solbey’s permanent residence in France are almost all his own creations, sculptures, flower arrangements, and even There are also stripped specimens.On rare occasions, he will also harvest trophies from his victims for room decoration.There are various collections on the bookshelves, and even a few rare books won at high prices at auction. Skills learned while doing business.It can be said that the things Solbey owns more or less have some unique meanings to him, and it is not difficult for him to take them away—it is nothing more than packing a few more boxes and hiring a few more people when transporting them.

However, in fact, Solbey only took away his work supplies and the clothes used to wrap the shock absorber, and readily discarded the rest of the things that he had spent a lot of energy and time on, together with the room.When the door was locked, the man didn't even take a second look.Solby is a very self-aware person. His colleagues in the industry commented on him this way. Although he loves money and does not allow anyone to default on his salary, he will never risk his life for these foreign things.The dark-haired killer knew very well that Polpo had recruited him not because of his versatility, much less because he was a Frenchman with a sense of life, but that he had been recruited here simply because he was a well-priced, well-organized A stand-in messenger who has no grievances.In other words, those fancy things do not constitute the essence of "Solby" to an assassin, so when he is entering a new chapter in his life as an organized assassin, he can easily abandon the city he once built.It may be cruel to think about it this way, but Solbey firmly believes in its correctness. He has given up a lot before that, and every time he changes his identity, it is a murder of the past.But this is something that must be done. When the killer is bound by these things, it means that the person has put the cart before the horse, and his death is not far away.When Solbey first entered the underground world, the way to survive was to eliminate these nostalgia.But the human heart is weak, and it will be shaken by various things. If he wants to keep the human heart, he must fight against it all day long, maintaining the balance between human beings and cold weapons.So Solbey gave up again and again, pouring feigned death into that longing heart continuously.Until one day, when he was still in France, he looked out the window, and the pedestrians coming and going finally merged into the background of the city.He succeeded in seeing their course, the mediocre crowd sailing towards ordinary happiness, and he was not on the same course as them.

Thorby lamented inwardly his own wisdom.All kinds of guns don't carry memories, even if they do, it's about mission experience.There is nothing in the box that can be relied on as a memory, and the ghosts of the past cannot manifest, once and for all.Gerald noticed that the shipping marks were sprayed on the outside of the container, so he asked, "Is this by water?"

Solbey nodded: "I know people who ship by sea, so it's safe. It's just too slow. I sent it when I left France, and it's only now." The black-haired man checked the past crimes with pity Tool, sighed, even though he took good care of every gun before he left, but after lying in the box for such a long time, his good friends still failed to escape.

He brought things to maintain the guns, but he didn't bring gun oil. If the stuff spilled, the whole box of luggage would be ruined.Although the sea transportation is smooth, it is still transportation after all. You may encounter porters who are brutally loading and unloading at any stage. Solbey does not want to take such unnecessary risks—besides, it is not impossible to buy gun oil in Italy.

Then he realized a problem, he didn't know the specific expressions of these things in Italian.Although he and Gerald both work with guns and often maintain them together, all the maintenance materials are prepared by Gerald, and he only needs to take them from the table.It never occurred to Solbey to ask each other for the Italian names of these things.

Prosciutto rescued him unexpectedly, and took out their usual maintenance equipment before Solby asked the exit.

"You're welcome," he said, and though his tone still sounded aggressive, the blond sat down next to them and joined Solby and Gerald in scrubbing the guns.Holmaggio was still sleeping soundly on the sofa, while Iruso sat on the other sofa and watched them.

"Wow, this one is seriously rusted." Gerald checked one of the pistols. This box should have been at sea for a long time, and the oil on it has lost its protective ability long ago.

"Can it still work?" Solby put down the words in his hand and leaned over to check the rust.

"Several thinner places have been corroded, so it should be unacceptable." Gerald pointed out the damaged parts to Solbey, and Iluso, who was sitting next to him, came over curiously.

"Iluso." Proxieter suddenly stopped him.

"!" The person who was called quickly sat back on the sofa.

"Can you use a gun?" asked Prosciutto.

"...No." He reluctantly admitted, "Anyway, anyway, the world in the mirror is under my control. Even if I don't know how to use a gun, I still have ways to do it. Even a four-year-old child can do things like killing people with a knife Here you go."

"The time you stab someone to death with a knife is enough for Risut to kill you four times." Prosciut said, "If you fight hand-to-hand, everyone sitting here can pin you to the ground and beat you."

Iluso broke into a cold sweat: "I'll learn, can't I learn?!"

"I just want to try how many of these guns are still usable." Solbey finished packing his luggage and put the unused things back into the box.

"There is a rather large warehouse in the basement, and there is half a pig that was delivered by the butcher last week in the freezer, which can be used to simulate a human body," Gerald said.

"I'm obviously on vacation!" Except for Holmaggio who was sleeping, everyone else joined the front line with Proxiet, and Illuso looked like he was about to cry.

"Just take up a new hobby." Gerald comforted, "Speaking of which, where did Risut go?"

"He said he wanted to try his hand at fishing, using 'metalwork'. "Proxiet replied, he looked at Illuso, and seemed to mean something. Their captain had already survived in the underground world for several years before getting a double. Relying on his own physical ability to spar with all kinds of people. His strong physique does not come from a stand-in, nor does he rely on genes, it is just the result of simple exercise.

Surrounded by three people, the black-haired young man went down to the basement. Solbey took out the frozen pork and hung it on the ceiling. Prosciutt laid plastic mats on the floor and walls. Gerald brought ammunition and used it as needed. Everything has been silenced.

"Keep your feet apart, don't stretch your hands too straight, and keep your eyes on the target." Proxiet and Solbey corrected Illuso's posture from left to right, and Gerald went upstairs to push Holmagiou up. The two took snacks and beer to watch the show.

When Risout came back in the evening and asked questions about the bullet holes in the pork roast, the answer was: "We had a great team-building exercise."

Illuso opened his mouth to protest, but Hormaggio stuffed a mouthful of pork.Under his tireless feeding, this underweight stand-in messenger gained five catties within a month, and finally reached the passing weight line.

After Prosciut took the initiative to take Illuso's shooting instruction, Solbey and Gerald decided to spend the rest of their vacation on sightseeing.Ever since he came to Italy, the French killer was either at work or on his way to work. When he saw the scenery on the street, he could only analyze the most suitable position for sniping in his mind.And Gerald was not much better. Although he was a native Italian, he was born in the country, and his understanding of the city was only a sporadic memory of eating and drinking in the city during the army holidays.As a result, the two wandered around the city in tourist clothes, mixed into tourist attractions, and picked up tourists' wallets.So much so that at the end of the day, not only did the money in his hand not decrease, but it increased a lot.

They came to the sightseeing port in the evening, and like all other tourists, they were ready to watch the sunset.They came a little early, and the sun didn't seem ready to dive in yet.Solby bought french fries, and neither he nor Gerald ate much greasy food, so they grudgingly shared a portion.The seagulls near the port are restless, and these food thieves naturally have no intention of letting the new tourists go.The man holding the food was chatting enthusiastically with his companion, and the last French fries were left in the cardboard box in his hand.A seagull swoops in, but fate chokes it just as it's about to succeed.

"Huh?" Sorbey didn't react for a while.So did the gull caught by Gerald, and it took a few seconds before the bird began to flap.

"Conditional reflex." Gerald smiled at Solby, picked up the last French fries, and put them in his mouth in front of the seagulls.

"The sun is going down." Solby signaled Gerald to put down the seagull. Its cry was too annoying and attracted a lot of unnecessary attention.

With a loose hand, Gerald threw the seagull into the sea, and lay on the railing to watch the sunset.The picture was so beautiful that words left Gerald with a golden gleam in his eyes long after the sun had set.

"I want my ears pierced." He suddenly wanted to leave those lights on, and the closest Gerald could come up with was wearing a pair of gold earrings.He remembered why he had this idea suddenly. When he was a child, his mother would wake him up in the morning. In fine weather, the sun shone on the earrings, like the afterglow of the setting sun at this moment, and his mother called Calling his nickname, brushing aside the blond curly hair covering his forehead.

"Why do you suddenly think so?" Solby asked.

"Because... that's what I wanted to do the most when I left the army." Gerald smiled slyly, but his throat was a little tight, and the scorching afterglow burned a cigarette scar on his heart.I miss my mom.He almost blurted it out, but he couldn't go back, the words stuck in his throat.

"Shall I help you?" Thorby asked.Gerrard has been partnered with him since he joined the team, so Solby is used to the jumping thinking of the opponent when he relaxes.

"Would you?" Gerald asked.

"Isn't it just... take a needle and poke it?" Sorby didn't know.

"That's quite interesting. I'll leave it to you." Gerald vaguely felt that this was not the case, but he didn't understand either, so he chose to trust Solby.The sun sank completely into the sea, and the last ray of light disappeared.The sea breeze was very cold after nightfall, Gerald shivered, leaned against Solby, and the two left the port next to each other.

They had supper, bought earrings with the stolen money, and returned to Sorby's house.Solby took out a sewing needle and pierced Gerald's ears. Not only was the hole not symmetrical, but even because the needle was too thin, it took several times to pierce a hole big enough.A matter of piercing ears was turned into a small murder scene by two people.

Solbelian apologized several times, and even began to speak French.

Gerald thought nothing of it, and the day after he put on the earring he forgot about it.

Meroni and Italian spring go hand in hand.His stand-in does have the image of spring.With blood as the seed, the child born of a woman is destined to kill relatives.After the new assassin introduced himself, everyone present secretly made up their minds not to provoke him, otherwise this guy might not necessarily create a few illegitimate children to knock on the door at any time.

Meloni's name was chosen by himself.After learning the code names of others, the young man with long purple hair clapped his hands together and decided on his own name.

"I'm going to be called Meloni because that's my favorite food," he announced happily. "Fruit is on the menu now!"

Risut and Proshut didn't understand the joke.And Iluso felt a chill. If Meloni had come so many months earlier, he would probably have died. "Babyface" can automatically track the target. If Meloni had joined at that time, they would not have wasted so much time on the American gangsters, and Holmaggio would have no reason to spare his life.

That night, Meloni proposed to perform the task alone, and Illuso followed Risut's instructions with the "man in the mirror". That night was an unforgettable nightmare for Illuso.

The lights of the nightclub flickered like an epileptic seizure, and the music was deafening, drowning out conversations, moans, and screams.After people drink the wine, they breathe it out again, and the various liquids secreted by the body mix with each other.Iluso is regretting, why are there mirrors on the ceiling of the nightclub?Why did he have to choose this place if it was not good to choose?The dense crowd under the eyelids is like a box of centipedes in the black room, the black body is section by section, and the white hands and feet are crawling back and forth.Someone was dying in the corner, but no one cared, no one had the same God's eye as he did, so no one could see.As for Meloni... Meloni was in another corner, touching a prostitute. The prostitute was obviously drugged and scratched at Meloni in a daze.Iluso didn't want to watch anymore, he wanted to vomit, and the "man in the mirror" thoughtfully blocked his sight with his hands, allowing Iluso's eyes to be temporarily liberated.

But in such a short time, the Meloni disappeared.The whore was still twitching on the floor, her mouth was foaming from an overdose.Iluso had no time to take care of her, so he hurriedly left the nightclub, looking for Meloni's whereabouts.Fortunately, he didn't go far, but rode his motorcycle to the nearby bridge.Meloni took out the computer, which showed that the incubation had been completed.

Iluso gave up following and walked directly in front of the other party.Meloni didn't look surprised, but graciously turned the screen to show him.

"Babyfaces are self-tracking stand-ins, as long as they are 'produced', they will act according to orders. "Meloni explained, "I just need to command from a safe place, but as you can see, I am very weak. If the enemy comes to the door, you have to save me." He smiled and stretched out his wrist, skinny and even more malnourished than when Iruso first joined the team.

[Meloni, I'm thirsty. ] A message appears on the screen.

"Drink when you're thirsty," Meloni replied.

[Drink, my mother gave me all kinds of water, but I am still very thirsty. 】

"Then find water yourself, drink when you're thirsty, eat when you're hungry, isn't that what children do?"

【…】

"Well, have you found any water?"

【Meloni, this is delicious. 】

[Mother's blood, drink it well. 】

"Very good!" The purple-haired man shouted happily, "What a very good mother!"

"What are you talking about?" Iluso looked at the strange dialogue on the screen, completely out of sync with the person in front of him.

"Illuso, have you ever taken drugs?" There is no new dialogue on the screen for the time being, maybe the creature on the other end is still tasting its mother's blood, Meloni took this opportunity to change his sitting position to make room Signaled Illuso to sit beside him.

"No." First, he had no money to buy drugs, and second, Risut refused.Drinking during working hours was the maximum tolerance their captain could make. Risut hated alcohol and narcotics very much, and would only drink a little red wine when the work pressure was too great.

"...Well, okay. But in general, if the mother is a drug addict, the child will be born with drug addiction. They don't want to eat normal food, they only want to suck the mother's milk with drugs." The opposite side began to type, and Meloni turned his face to the screen, and the fluorescent light shone on his face from bottom to top. Because of the angle, it looked extremely eerie.

[Meloni, I still want to drink, but my mother has no more. 】

"Then go find this person." Meloni took out a photo of the target and placed it in the scanning area.

【who is he?It looks so kind. 】

"If you find him, you'll know after drinking and watching?"

【…】

"Very well, very good!" Meloni put down the computer, took out a beer from the trunk of the motorcycle, and gave Illuso a can, "Then just wait for it to finish by itself."

"That's really convenient."

"you do not say!"

Half an hour later, Babyface returned, about as tall as a teenager, clutching something.

"Meloni, here is what you want." "Babyface" stretched out his hand, and put an eyeball into Meloni's palm.That should be the eyeball of the target, Illuso thought, take it back to prove that the mission is completed.

"Very well, Babyface, you are doing well. "Meloni put his eyeballs into the small bottle he carried with him, and patted the double on the head.

"Daddy's blood is delicious too, Meloni, can I still drink it?" The stand-in was just like a real child, picking his chin with his fingers, like a child asking for candy.

"The mission is over, Babyface. "Meloni still kept smiling, and said as if talking about ordinary things, "I don't need you anymore. "

Under his words, the substitute made of the flesh and blood of a woman was reduced to the flesh and blood of the dead woman.Meloni stepped over her as if stepping over the fence around the lawn without looking at her, got on the motorcycle, and was about to leave.

"Is it okay to leave her here?" Iluso sat behind him and held his seat firmly.

"That bitch died of a drug overdose, and I have nothing to do with it," Meloni replied.

Notes:

*And self-fabricated Meloni's backstory:

meloni is someone