【Slice Group】Still in yesterday

Summary:

They chatted about the past and the future.

Sol Bay and Gerrard have officially started their relationship.They went to work together, worked together, and were used to staying together when the team was on break.Sometimes Meloni gets involved, sometimes it's Hormagio, but soon no one wants to be the light bulb between the two of them.During the regular meeting, Gerald sat on Solby's lap so generously that at first Gaciu would yell at it, and then everyone could almost ignore the intimacy between the two of them.

Risut acquiesced in team interactions, and he believed that the two people would not hinder his judgment because of their feelings.Sorbey is a professional killer, and Gerald is a former soldier. Both of their original occupations require them to regard themselves as pure tools and suppress all human emotions to the limit.In fact, Risut felt that he had no position to judge them. After all, he himself was driven to this path by hatred, and even the ability to stand in was related to remorse.This made him feel a little ridiculous. Their organization was called "Passionate", but the assassins who secretly cleared the way for "Passionate" were not allowed to have such emotions.

The next mission completely dispelled his doubts. He, Solby, Gerald and Meloni split into two groups to assassinate a certain political figure. De and Meloni were caught by the enemy, and had to retreat first after a fierce battle.As the target fled inside the city, they resorted to a backup plan, with Solbey sniping from a height while Risout stood behind him.There were bursts of gunshots on the radio. In order to cover Meloni, Gerald was shot a few times. Although he was not hurt, he lost a lot of blood.As they retreated, they reported the target's route to Risut. Gerald's voice on the receiver was panting and gradually weakened, which made Risut's palms break out in cold sweat.While guarding the surroundings, he confirmed with Gerald the position of the target from the sniper point.Thorbey listened to their conversation the whole time, maintaining an aiming posture, motionless.Risut subconsciously detected his heartbeat with "metal products". As the target gradually approached, Solbey's heartbeat slowed down and his breathing almost stopped. Even after the target was killed, Solbey's heartbeat did not speed up.After they met with Gerrard and Meloni, Solbey threw the sniper rifle to Risut who was unharmed, carried Gerrard into the car, and drove back to the headquarters for medical treatment. Never took my foot off the accelerator.

In contrast, Gerrard is not as professional as Solby, and his reaction to such things is naturally not so cold.Although Gerald was impeccable when it came to getting the job done, when he was focused, nothing else going on in his environment seemed to exist to him.Although he is not as easy-going as Jiaqiu, compared with the cold-faced killer who is completely unemotional at work, Gerald is still easily driven by emotions. After all, the reason he took this path is because of a broken nerve And kill by mistake.Of course, this cannot be said to be a bad thing. Solbey is used to repression and completely excludes personal affairs when working, and Gerrard is just complementary to him. He understands human emotions and is better at using them.When interrogating prisoners, Gerald can easily create fear and anxiety, use his stand-in ability to take away their voices, and then push them to the limit, and return the voices unexpectedly when the mouth finally spits out the truth, thus Unearth the deepest secrets.

This also means that Gerrard can't ignore his emotions. Although he can maintain a poker face at work, and his movements of raising his gun and shooting are always smooth and precise, as long as Solbey's mission goes wrong, his nerves will be tense and his rationality will be shaken. The voice will come from Gerrard's body.Several people who worked with him testified that they had heard the sound of the calving glacier, and repeatedly emphasized that it was not a hallucination.

Of course, their emotional differences are also related to the means of killing.Sorbey is used to hiding his identity as a stand-in messenger, and will not use the stand-in ability to kill people unless it is absolutely necessary. Most of the time, he completes tasks with firearms like an ordinary killer, and decides the target in the scope. life and death.The distance between the muzzle and the target cuts off the empathy between human beings. Raise your hand, aim, shoot, the target falls to the ground, and life is compressed into a simple symbol composed of ink.Gerald, on the other hand, used himself to the extreme, using himself as a tool like a soldier, but at the same time maintaining his true self, putting his true feelings into it as a weapon, causing the target to collapse physically and mentally.He doesn't hate gore, and he doesn't mind getting his hands dirty at all.His stand-in allows him to be the person holding the gun, or a knife or a bullet, tearing apart the opponent's body without making a sound.

All in all, neither Risout nor Prosciut had an opinion on the relationship between Gerard and Solby.Developing a close relationship with others may not be commensurate with their status as assassins, but there are currently two rookies in the team who have never killed anyone, a bean sprout who can't lift heavy objects, and a master of human body drawing .Even if there is a team review, it will not be their turn.

The boss lifted the alarm two months later, and they never heard from the French substitute messenger or the multinational group behind him.At first, Meloni and Illuso tried to find clues from Solbey, who was also French, but they only got the eyes of the person concerned, and not every French substitute envoy knew each other.The expansion of the organization at the geographical level has come to an end, and the subsequent development direction is to penetrate deeply.Their boss has extraordinary ambitions to build his criminal empire on this land.The assassins stayed in Naples, they no longer needed to migrate on a large scale, and there were much fewer opportunities to fight in groups.For most of the year, they each carry out missions in various parts of Italy, and they can only get together when collecting bounties and resting.

Solbey and Gerald bought a house near Naples. It was located in the suburbs, surrounded by sparse neighbors, and looked like a retirement home.But everyone knows that’s impossible. The house in the suburbs is the same as the warehouse under the name of Bo Bo. Whether it contained alcohol or guns and ammunition.Another major advantage of living in the suburbs is safety, although the two professional murderers don't seem to need to think about their own safety no matter where they live-in fact, if they live in a downtown area, their Neighbors should seriously consider buying life insurance for the whole family—but in any case, a bungalow in the outskirts of the countryside is objectively more difficult to invade than a high-rise apartment in the city.

Solby has always been critical of the fact that there are too many windows that let in too much light.Strictly speaking, what they bought was not an ordinary house, but a holiday cottage for rental purposes, so when the house was built, the main goal was to show the outside scenery to the people inside, wishing there were windows on all sides.As for privacy, the fact that the house is located in the suburbs itself is the biggest advantage.If it hadn't been for Gerald's obstruction, Solby might have chosen the bedroom in the basement. In the end, after some bargaining, the two parties chose to keep the bedroom windows covered with curtains for a long time.

"The surrounding area is flat, and the opposite side of the road is even lower than ours, so there is no suitable angle for sniping." Gerald tried to reason while moving the mattress with Solby.

Solby answered him with an expression of "I understand the truth, but I don't think so".

This is the first time they own a real house of their own, and they will come here to do renovations when they are working and resting. Of course, the assassin cannot find a decoration team, but fortunately his colleagues are also full of interest in decorating the new home, and they have offered to help .Meloni and Prosciutto had a quarrel over the style of the interior, and Prosciutt narrowly won the team vote to Bessie, forcing Meloni to ditch the art-modern wallpaper and pink plush rug. (Of course, Prosciut's handmade rugs were also rejected later).However, Meloni readily accepted the failure, and even for the first time did not destroy the "Babyface" after the mission, but let it do the work of painting walls and laying floors.Their furniture was driven by Holmaggio, who was a master of deliveries, but it was impossible to know which ones he bought and which ones he and Illuso stole together.Risut and Gerald were responsible for installing water pipes and wires, and by the way, discovered the properties of "metal products" that would not cause electric shock.They threw a party at Sol Bay and Gerrard's new home the night it was ready to move in, the day after payday, and everyone was very happy, even Risut drank some wine.But since there is only one bedroom in this house, and the others are either workshops or storerooms, so apart from the two owners of the house, the remaining assassins are lying in the living room in disorder.Two minors slept on the couch under the threat of Prosut, while the rest either slept in the car or on the floor.

"The world in the mirror can also sleep." Iluso's sudden generosity is really surprising. The reason may be that he also drank too much, but it is always good to have a place to sleep.Holmaggio didn't appreciate it, and went to sleep in the car by himself, while Prosciut and Risut slept on the sofa in the mirror world.

At this moment, Meloni nudged Illuso with his elbow: "Are you thinking about what I'm thinking?" He raised his eyebrows and blinked at him maliciously.

"That's right." Iluso understood.If there is a sofa in the mirror world, there must be a bed.The two ran into the bedroom with a mentality of watching a show, and jumped onto the bed one after the other.When moving the furniture before, Iluso kept an eye out and put a full-length mirror in their room. The position was very natural, but the angle was just right enough to see the bed.Two gossip lovers crowded in front of the mirror trying to see something in the darkness. They waited for half an hour, but the two people on the bed didn't move, so they had to go back to sleep bored.

Sorby slept very restlessly that night, and he always felt that someone was watching him.For an hour before falling asleep, he lay still in bed, glancing now and then at Gerald, who was asleep beside him.But Gerald had long since fallen asleep, too much to drink, a blush still lingering on his defenseless face and neck.

Gerrard always lacked tension in this sort of thing.The next morning, Sorbey was delirious and could only drink coffee to continue his life. He looked at the object of his energy and felt sincerely jealous.He and Gerrard have been together for almost three years, and they sleep together at least half of the time, but whether they sleep in two beds or in one bed, Solby does not remember Gerrard having insomnia when.The only time probably was the night when he picked Gerald up, lying on the bed in the bedroom, and heard Gerald tossing and turning on the sofa, the springs creaking clearly.But in the middle of the night, the newly promoted murderer still fell asleep peacefully, and the next morning he was as energetic as if nothing had happened.At first when they slept together, Gerald would wake up from the physical contact, but after a few times he got used to it - provided, of course, he knew who was sleeping next to him.In contrast, it took Thorby a long time to get used to having other people lying beside him.Under his suggestion, Gerald switched to scented toiletries, so as not to be accidentally injured by Thorbey in his dream, but the result was that Solbey knew that there was someone around him, and he couldn't sleep at all.The issue wasn't resolved until the night of Augustfest, one of many things that happened that day, his and Gerrard's breaking out of their normal partnership.They slept next to each other that night, Gerald holding Solby's arm like a sniper rifle, his head close to Solby's chin, the scent of shampoo enveloping each other.The black-haired killer's olfactory system eliminated the smell after smelling it at such a close distance for a whole night. After that night, he was finally able to sleep peacefully with the smell and body temperature of the other party.

Solby put down his coffee and stopped nostalgic, unlike him, reminiscing was something Gerald used to do.At this moment, Gerald was sitting by the window, receiving information on the computer, his desk was facing the window, and outside was a large expanse of green blinded by the sunlight.

He really lacks tension.So Erbei thought, he sat in the living room, the curtains were drawn, and he looked at his partner covered by the sun in the shadows.Gerald was shirtless, with his back turned to him, eyes on the computer, and a pen in his hand. He was concentrating on copying the code, which contained the information for the next task.He still has bullet holes from the previous mission, small red craters, like a moon hit by a meteorite.Gerrard has many scars, some from his time in the army, but more from when he became an assassin.He can kill his opponent perfectly every time, but there is often a price for it. Even a knife will inevitably collapse when the angle is not right.Gerald occasionally complained that Solbey always made a fuss about the scars on his body, because Solbey's body was very smooth, and he couldn't reciprocate, so he had to do it himself, biting teeth marks on Thorbey's body .

In fact, Gerrard is not a careless person, most of his injuries are due to helplessness.He does a dangerous job, and many times he works in a more dangerous environment than anyone else.Because he's an ex-soldier, he's better at dealing with situations where he's facing a large number of enemies than anyone else--though it doesn't happen often, when it does, he's the team's reliance.Sometimes Prosciutte would take the initiative to replace Gerrard, and sometimes Gaciu would help, but both Risut and Sorbey knew that those two people were fundamentally different from Gerrard.Prosciutto and Gaccio would assess the seriousness of the situation, choose the appropriate angle of entry, and even consider whether it was wise to do so and whether there were alternatives.But Gerrard will not, as long as it is Risut's order, or as long as Gerrard thinks it is what they need, then he will directly execute it, instead of standing aside and considering what is wise or not.He acts cautiously during missions, but never assesses the risks before a mission begins.Risut sincerely feels that having such subordinates is a kind of luck, but at the same time, it also forces him to consider all possible risks when arranging tasks-because as long as he gives an order, these people will go through fire and water, even if the task The only end point is death, and I will not hesitate.

But that doesn't mean Solbey has the same ideas as Risout.After all, he is not the captain, he is Gerrard's partner, but also his lover.He got into the business before anyone else, so it's clear where Gerrard's mentality comes from.It's a kind of self-exile.This job will not allow people to retreat completely. They will have enemies with many people, will be chased and killed by enemies, missions will fail, and they will be hunted and killed by rebellious targets.Especially when you get older, your body will decline, but the hatred of others will only deepen.After stepping on this threshold, the assassin is doomed to die badly.For a guy who cherishes his life, this is definitely not an ideal job, but this kind of understanding can only be obtained when he truly becomes an assassin, and by then it will be too late to regret.

On New Year's Eve, the assassins gather again.The party was hosted by Meloni. At that time, the boss suddenly asked them to make a year-end report. Prosciut and Risut were busy with paperwork and nodded without listening to Meloni's request.

Fortunately, although Meloni has bad interests, his team building ability is no worse than that of Holmaggiou.This year their group has two newcomers, both of whom are minors, and it seems that they have no such experience before.Meloni made the atmosphere very lively, everyone ate and drank, and played a few icebreaker games.It is rare for Jiaqiu to not lose his temper. Although he obviously does not show it, a white mist rises above his head from time to time. He still cannot fully control the "white album", so when he is in a high mood, he will emit cold air all over his body.And Bessie had a smiling face the whole time, happy because of the delicious food on the table, flushed and laughing non-stop because of Hormaggio's dirty jokes.He's been very nervous since he came to the Assassin Squad, and today is probably the day he laughs the most.Seeing Bessie's happy look, Prosciut sighed helplessly. He was also infected, smiled, and clinked glasses with Risut.

They stayed up late that day, and Solby and Gerald decided to spend the night at headquarters, where they slept on top of each other on the same armchair they usually sat on.Solby was pressed down because of his height, and Gerald fell asleep after lying on top of him.Solby was sleepy too, of course. He drank a lot, and Gerald made it hard for him to breathe and made his drowsiness worse.But just when he was unconscious, there was a voice of arguing over the dining table, and he was instinctively alert, trying to identify the identity of the speaker.He vaguely remembered that the last ones left there were Proshut and Risut who were in charge of cleaning up, so he listened carefully.

Proschut seems to be unilaterally losing his temper with Risut.This is new. Although they have a close personal relationship, no matter how good their personal relationship is, Risut is his captain. Even if Proxieter is dissatisfied with his decision, he will never quarrel with him.Solby fought against sleepiness, trying to hear what they were saying.Proshut's voice was muffled, while Risut's voice was too deep to be heard clearly.Solbey could only hear the general idea vaguely, but just hearing the fragments of it made Solbey feel a little sad for no reason.

In general, Prosciut was regretting. He suddenly felt that he should have sent Bessie to the orphanage instead of staying here and letting him be killed sooner or later.Bessie wasn't ready, but he had to be, and if he didn't accept this fate, he would never be honored.In fact, after the dust settled on that matter, the three of them, Prosciutto, Holmaggio, and Gerald, once searched for Bessie's biological parents.They mobilized their connections and scoured police reports, orphanage lists, and missing persons records in cities through which people were smuggled, but found nothing.The assassins revealed possibilities they didn't want to admit, and the only breakthrough fell on Bessie himself.Bessie trusts Prosciut and knows everything about his questions. Although Proscius works without fear, but at this moment he dare not continue to explore—fate has been too cruel to the boy, if he is forced to admit that he was Parents sold to organ traffickers with their own hands, and Proxiet felt that his soul would be lost forever.There are enough people here who have lost their choices since birth, and he would rather deceive himself, believing that Bessie once had such a short few years, living happily on the broad road of ordinary people.

"Perhaps Bessie will hate me later on," said Prosciutto.

"You didn't put him in the cage," Risut replied.

"But I didn't let him out of the cage either." Proxie shook his head, "Bessie is too weak, he still doesn't understand what all this means, the more he can't understand, I will The more I feel that he has not accepted this fate... If he fails to gain glory, he will definitely hate me when he dies, just like I hate the life that my parents have paved for me, which is like a tool that I can't break free.——Risut , please don’t get me wrong, I never think that murder is a sin, people have the natural power to plunder. But, Risut, let me ask you, do people have the right to keep others alive? I have never regretted killing, but I feel now that I am committing an unforgivable crime."

"You're overwhelmed, Proxieter, you're drunk..." The voice of the leader of the assassins disappeared into the room with a reassuring feeling, and the footsteps of the two disappeared at the door.

Before going to bed, Solbey thought about what Proxiet said, because it was closely related to him—after all, he brought Gerald on this road, and if Prosuet thought he was guilty, so did Solbey.

He'd been thinking about it so much that he told Gerald the story on the drive back.The blond man sitting in the co-pilot was stunned for a moment, and then showed a very subtle expression, which seemed to be pity and mockery.

"Proshette finally ushered in a mid-life crisis early? I thought you were going to say something. Don't confuse me with a brat like Bessie!" Gerald said, reaching out and grabbing Solby's arm, like He squeezed the muscles of his forearm as if showing his strength, "Do you want me to repeat everything I've said?"

Gerald was talking about his own childhood.After the relationship with Solby became close, he would share his past with each other from time to time, but it didn't really mean anything, it was just that Gerald wanted to chat with him, but he couldn't find a suitable topic.He deftly avoided some key information, such as his birthplace, such as the specific makeup of his family.Of course he doesn't care that Solbey knows his real past, his real name, origin, these things are indifferent to him, but for his family, these will lead to death, so Gerald chooses to protect them. These are blocked in your own mind.

He shared his memories with Solby.Hunting in the mountains with my parents, the fresh liver cut by my grandfather, harvesting with my mother with my brothers and sisters, watching my younger brothers and sisters being born and growing up one by one.These are the things that made him happy in the past, and they make him very happy in retrospect.He wanted to share this with Solby, but not just because it was joyful, but because it was the last proof of existence of this soul before it was called Gerald.Solbey took him into a new life, which was the only gift Gerald could give him, and at the same time, Gerald's farewell to the past.

"No need," Solby said, realizing that the sentimentality was just a hangover, but killing a thought is extremely difficult, it keeps taking root until it gets an answer, "I guess I just— —”

"I don't hate you, and I don't blame you or anything." Gerald interrupted him, and he withdrew his hand, looking forward, without the superficial lightness in his words, "I should have— —How should I put it, I can't think of the right words...Solby, do you remember when we first met?"

"In the bar."

"That's right, I was found out to be gay, removed from the military, had nowhere to go, and was almost raped by a bastard." Gerald rubbed the bridge of his nose and organized his words, "That was the worst day of my life. But I met you, you took me out of there, and you even found me a job, which is a blessing in disguise."

"That's the problem." Solby stopped at a red light.

"No, you solved my problem," Gerald finally found the right words, and he said it with a very serious, uncompromising certainty, "Even if you didn't, I would already be a murderer No—no, I've been on this road since I was born, and it's my own choice. Solby, you didn't lead me to a dead road, you were with me on this road, you And they made the road less unbearable."

He continued: "I told you about my past, yes, that is my happy memory. But what I didn't intend to tell you is that that kind of 'ordinary happy life' was impossible for me. In my hometown, homosexuality is a crime and must be punished by "eternal fire". I realized early on that I was a different kind, imitating the words and deeds of "normal people", and using disguises in exchange for superficial happiness, but I never Not what they see. The moment they find out the truth, I have to be excluded. And the irony is that when I pretend, I think it's a smart choice, but the people I look down on, those who disdain Those of my kind who were pretending to be me had already seen through me at a glance, so I killed that man."

The light turned green and Gerald signaled him to keep driving.He knew that Sorbey was digesting what he just said, and Sorbey would definitely understand that he entered the industry long before himself, and he believed that such a change of state of mind had also happened to Sorbey.

It's just a process of waking up from self-deception.Gerald deceived himself before being called this name, thinking that as long as he hid enough, he could have a happy life like an ordinary person, but in fact he was a marginalized person in this society from the beginning.The life of wearing a mask and forcibly squeezing into the ranks of normal people may be smooth and happy at the beginning, but how long will it last?Paper cannot contain fire, and a young life can still be satisfied with family affection, but what about when he is in love and yearns for love?Was he going to spend his life with a woman he neither loved nor loved him, just to play the perfect family in a religious picture book?Terrified to think at first, Gerald fled in a panic, into the army, into a place where testosterone was at its highest, where he couldn't hide himself in the end.Where should he go?His disguise was torn off, and he returned to his original group in despair.I don't want this, I don't want to.He cried silently inside, like a child shut out of his home, begging his parents to open the door, as if he could be part of the family again.But it was no longer up to his personal will, he was drowsy from the drink, and the man carried him into the toilet cubicle, put him on the toilet seat, and unbuttoned his pants to reveal the warty organs.I do not want.Gerald was sure he was yelling, but his voice was so weak, so insignificant.He didn't remember how he resisted. Alcohol hindered his judgment. He swung his fist again and again. The face of the corpse in front of him was sunken and brains flowed horizontally. He stood in the pool of blood and toilet water and vomited all over himself.It was the last straw, his camel was crushed, but at that moment Gerald felt that his life had never been easier.

He was certainly not like Bessie, who might have had a chance at a happy life—before he was taken away and turned into a commodity.But Gerald knew that he actually had only a dead end from the beginning, and he just accepted this fact after becoming an assassin.He never felt guilty when he killed, not only because eleven out of ten people who fought against the Mafia deserved it, but because it was the only way for him to stay among them, he and Solby The means to continue living together.Fear and rage drove him to kill with his fists the man who had forced him to face reality, but Thorby held out his hand to him, and the moment Gerald took that hand, it was sealed between them.And the time they spent together after that made Gerald think that it was okay, that he would be very happy if he died like this.

"I know I'm going to die," Gerald said, and the thought made his chest feel heavy for no reason, which was strange, and he found himself choking up when he obviously felt very happy at the moment, "But... Solby , my Solby. If I can die with you, it will be my happy life."

Solby kept a straight face and said nothing, but it wasn't because Gerald's words were difficult to digest, he was just a little surprised.Solbey, like most people in the Underworld, was already in the quagmire before he really understood the darkness.He had no choice but to continue playing the game—he knew that he had no ability to retreat completely, and quitting by force would mean death. Of course Solbey didn't want to die, so he quickly learned the rules of the game and became a One of the best.He was not surprised by the change of Gerald's mood, because it was the same when he first entered the industry. The moment they entered the underground world, they parted ways with ordinary people's lives, but he didn't meet anyone at that time, so he was convinced that he Will die alone - it's nothing to be afraid of, he has a lot of blood on his hands, and he deserves such an ending.But Gerald's words made him very uncomfortable, not because the other party was willing to die with him, but Gerald thought that this road was extremely happy-this painful, depressive, and abnormal life path, this Sol Bei had to kill himself repeatedly to become numb, and Gerald dared to say "this is his happy life".While Sorbey had adjusted to the darkness, and his undead human heart was weeping in the cold, his Gerald, in love with him, polished the lamp out of thin air, and put the fire in his heart.This made Solbay even feel the long-lost fear, and Gerrard's words shook his heart.There was a flower in his basement now, a flower that was doomed to die without sunlight, and he should have watched it die, like so many flowers that had come before.

But he doesn't want it to die now.

They didn't talk about the past after that, and although the opportunities for the two to work together increased (Risut grew accustomed to pairing them together rather than apart) and their breaks gradually synchronized, Jay Neither Ladd nor Solby was troubled by it anymore.In their spare time, they either slumped on the bed as useless people, or spent time taking care of the house and gardening. Solby planted a lot of tall grass and vines in front of the window. After one summer, they took over Gerald's desk. The window facing it was completely blocked.They would go on dates in various places. Gerald became obsessed with photography after the August Festival, not only for the appearance of the target, but more often he just enjoyed the feeling of pressing the shutter—probably the same as Almost a shot, he said.

They still chat like normal couples.Chat about the weather, about the restaurant you just went to, about whether the show on TV was interesting.Work was interspersed between appointments, and as the organization's equipment was updated, Solby had to give up his typewriter and use a computer to write reports.Gerald used his manual skills to assemble the computer keyboard and the typewriter keyboard together.Afterwards, they service their guns, taking inventory of ammunition, equipment and medical supplies, ready for their next mission.Occasionally they will make love, the time, place, and body position are all based on mood, although when they are in the headquarters, Hormaggio will knock on the door and say that Prosciutte has brought a message to tell them to keep their voices down so as not to pollute Bessie's pure heart, Gera De scoffed at that and then yelled harder.

Then one night, their conversation returned to the unanswerable question.They were talking about TV dramas, but by coincidence, an adaptation of "The Male and Female Thieves" was being played on TV.

"It's too good." Sorbey expressed his dissatisfaction with the deliberate romantic plot.In the show, one of them is seriously injured, and the other drives her to escape. In order to keep each other awake, they shouted at each other like mad, promising each other crazy things they would do if they survived.

"Haven't you thought about the future?" Gerald felt strangely romantic.

"No, I still have work to do." Solbey gave a very pragmatic answer, but the fact is that he really didn't think about the future.He stopped long-term planning and thinking about what might actually happen in the future.In fact, from an objective point of view, they have no future to speak of, and few people in the game of the underground world can escape unscathed.Things are unpredictable, he may be killed in a few hours, for such a life, any plan longer than a week is doomed to be disrupted.

"It's impossible for you not to have thought about it." You were not born to be an emotionless killer.Jay