[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

The guide of the Kalukasha family did not take Mr. Nairu and me to the venue of the auction, but to the backstage of the auction—it is said to be the backstage, but it is also another well-decorated casino, usually Is it for money laundering, or as a convenience to greedy auctioneers.

The small casino adjacent to the auction is like an ordinary club, and the scantily clad coquettish girls shuttle among the crowd like fish swimming between their fingers.There are not many people here, and they are all immersed in their own gambling. However, I was keenly aware that when Mr. Naru stepped into this place, dense sights came from all directions.

These probing or malicious sights inevitably reached me, but I was obviously not their target.Mr. Nail remained calm and turned a blind eye. When these eyes and this group of people were all gone—it was natural. Mr. Nail would not put his eyes on people who were lower than himself. mean the same thing.

In addition to these lines of sight, I also vaguely noticed something was wrong.

I looked at the well-dressed gamblers, the beautiful girls with wine trays, the dark corners, the colorful lights, and the empty bar, and I always felt that something was wrong... If my feeling is not wrong, there is something wrong with the magic trick here The traces, or breath, I don't know if it's too weak or well hidden, I don't have full confidence to be sure.

I followed Mr. Nairu to a corner of the casino. There was only one well-dressed and meticulously dressed middle-aged man sitting alone at the gaming table. Beside him, six tall bodyguards in black suits were like stone pillars. guarded by his side.His defense was impeccable.

Mr. Nairu didn't say hello, just sat down on the seat directly opposite the middle-aged man, and then motioned for me to put the suitcase on the gaming table.It seems that this should be Mr. Naru's bargaining chip, although I don't know what is in it.

After overhearing their short conversation, I realized that this middle-aged man is the leader of the Kalukasha family.

The conversations between high-ranking men are oblique and boring. I can't quite understand them, but I can clearly feel the tense atmosphere.From their conversation, I heard the name of Miss Monica——Miss Monica is the eldest daughter of the head of the Kalukasha family. The most comfortable and most profitable business, but he did not expect to hear the news of his daughter's death a week ago.

"I don't mean to blame you," he said. "We both know it was an accident."

deceptive.

Although I can't quite understand the implied meaning of those oblique words, I can more or less clearly distinguish what is true and what is a lie.Growing up, I have been lied to too many times, so I have an almost allergic sensitivity to lies.

From this point of view, it seems that this invitation has no good intentions.While thinking secretly in my heart, I glanced around calmly... If I wanted to attack Mr. Naru, where would the ambush be?

At this time, Naru-san called out to me, interrupting my thoughts.

"Qin," he turned his head slightly to my side, and said my name seriously for the first time, "give me something that belongs to you."

I lowered my head and looked at Mr. Naru's side face, just in time to see the shadow under the brim of his hat and the colorful lights blending into a weird and confusing color on his face that couldn't be seen clearly.I didn't open my mouth to ask, but just followed Mr. Naru's instructions—even so, the concept of "one thing" is too broad. Under such circumstances, it is obviously a pistol or a short knife. not suitable.

I thought for a while, and stretched my hand into the leather sheath tied to my thigh. The corner of the black skirt lifted up two inches with my movement, and then quickly slid down.However, from the beginning to the end, Mr. Naru's eyes never left my face.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the palm I handed over.

There's a bullet in that.

I held the bullet in front of Mr. Naru and asked, "Is this okay?"

Mr. Naru nodded his smooth and elegant jaw, and replied, "Of course, my little lady."

He stretched out his finger and took the bullet from my palm. His cold fingertips touched the skin of my palm, but he left quickly, and the subtle touch from the skin quickly disappeared. .

Mr. Nairu took the bullet and put it to his lips and kissed it. His lips parted and closed and he said to me, "It will bring me luck."

I looked at him without making a sound: "..."

After a long time, I blinked my eyes and said approvingly: "Yes, Mr. Naru. My luck has always been very good. I can complete the illustrated book within a day of playing card games."

I have a serious expression and a very sincere voice to wish him: "Good luck, Mr. Naru."

Naru: "..."

Naru: "Thank you."

The next way to gamble is Suo Ha.This is a fairly common gambling game. I have used it to make money from friends and colleagues since I was a child. I am quite familiar with the rules and techniques of Stud. The same is true for the leader of Kalu Kasha. A veteran who is proficient in gambling has firmly gained the upper hand in this game.

To be honest, I could already see how the other party cheated from the moment the gambling started, but I didn't remind Mr. Naru.I think he definitely doesn't want me to do anything extra, and it's useless to remind me—in this place, not only the six bodyguards, but not far away, gamblers who seem to be concentrating on their own games, and girls who pass by inadvertently, These are all manpower arranged by Kalu Kasha.

What's more, I think Mr. Naru has already seen it.The opponent's tell is as rough and conspicuous as the red error mark on the test paper.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Nairu did not have any reaction, his emotions did not fluctuate from beginning to end, and he did not have the slightest sense of embarrassment at a disadvantage.

"Put one last bet," the leader of Kalukasha said gently, "this time, I want something different, Naru."

"Have you seen my daughter's death? She is really pitiful," the leader of Kalukasha said slowly. "One-third of her head is missing, her brains are scattered all over the floor, and her ribs are all broken Not only that, her body was covered with beating scars, her hands and feet were smashed to pieces, not even a single finger was left... She grew so big, I never beat her, even she fell A single hair would hurt me."

"Nairu, you are still young and don't understand my mood at this moment... But I hope you can at least understand, even if it's just a little bit."

The leader of the Kalukasha looked at me and said deadpan, "I want this girl."

"As the number one killer in the world, you have no family, no friends, and many lovers, but I know none of them are important to you. You don't care about money, you don't like power, fame is nothing to you, Even more so with life. You are born alone and you will die alone," said the Kalukasha Chief, "but I must take something from you."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but look at Mr. Naru more... The world's number one killer?

"Killers are always alone, but this girl is the first person to appear by your side. I have already investigated," the other party lowered his voice, "If I win, I will chop off this girl's head and hands in front of you." Feet, dig out all the internal organs of her body."

I was suddenly affected: "..."

I finally realized why Mr. Naru brought me to this place.

Probably, it's a bargaining chip to confuse the enemy, something like that.

I couldn't help but glanced at Mr. Naru, just in time to see him raise his hand and pull down the brim of his hat, so that the shadow covered the small, ironic curve of his mouth.

What a horrible mafia.I can't help thinking in my heart.

At this time, Mr. Naru raised his head and glanced at me, his eyes were very light, without any emotion or meaning, he said to me: "What do you want? My little lady, if you don't want to...you know How would I do it."

...Yes, of course I do.Although it sounds like he is asking for my wishes, Mr. Naru will not give me the slightest chance to refuse.

I stared at him for a while, and there was no extra expression on his face.I looked at him as if gazing at a shadow of death.

I suddenly reached out and took the bullet from his hand.

"It's natural, Mr. Naru," I said to him in a calm voice, "whether it's my head, my hands and feet, or my internal organs, please use them as you like."

Immediately afterwards, I put the bullet to my mouth and touched it lightly with my lips.

Under Mr. Nairu's gaze, I put the bullet in his hand again, and said softly to him again: "Good luck, Mr. Nairu."

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