[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

He seems to have confirmed that I am engaged in illegal and criminal careers - these two guns are ironclad evidence, but his expression is very calm.

I nodded: "Yes."

I joined the Vengley Tendaimu family, and my current identity is indeed the mafia. Before that, I had only had frequent contact with the mafia family, and I didn't really join any organization—even so, professional killers and mafia The party is nothing more than a duck of the same feather.

A powerful mafia family will have its own professional assassination unit, while a weaker family can only entrust it to professional assassins if they want to kill their rivals quietly. Therefore, professional assassins with first-class professional ability are often assigned by a certain mafia leader. Confidants, such as the world's number one killer, Senior Reborn, is the confidant of the ninth generation of Peng Lie, and those low-level killers just rely on the grievances between the mafia to make a living.

"But you should be a student." He glanced at my appearance and clothes, probably judging my age. "Will the mafia organization allow students to join?"

I answered his question seriously: "There is no academic qualification for employment in the Mafia."

Even my leader is still in middle school.

To be honest, based on his current grades, I am very worried about whether he can graduate smoothly. After all, he only scored 27 points in the exam a few days ago. Senior Reborn also satirized him by saying that Tsunayoshi Sawada might as well be reincarnated as the [-]th Daime and hope to be smart. brain.I think what Reborn-senpai said is right, what Reborn-senpai says is right.

"Oh." He nodded, expressing his understanding.

With the help of the van, I quickly caught up with the man who stole the ring.

He fled to a remote and uninhabited alleyway, with no corners or pedestrians around.I leaned my upper body out of the car window, picked up the pistol, and aimed at his right leg—a bullet from the chamber pierced his knee in an instant.His body shook violently, and he fell off the motorcycle in an instant.

There should be no escape now.

I finally felt relieved, and signaled to the black-haired Italian boy to park the car here, then opened the car door, and walked towards the man.

This Italian man should also be a mafia, or if not, he should be a gangster of some organization.He is older than me, and his fierce appearance and strong and muscular figure look much more terrifying than me, but when he saw me, his body with one leg and one arm crippled shook violently, like a Dying fish.

He lay on the ground with a terrified expression and a hoarse voice: "You, why do you have a gun?!"

I:"……"

I felt a little puzzled, but I answered him calmly: "You have a gun, don't I?"

Hearing this, he showed an expression of "fucked by your bitch's appearance".

I am wearing a simple and refreshing top, short skirt and jacket. Whether it is the neckline or the folds of the skirt, every detail is meticulously arranged. No matter how you look at it, I look like an underage girl who will not resist even if she is robbed, deceived and trafficked. "dress up.

Coupled with my Asian appearance, it’s not surprising that he would target me—I was bullied by my peers because of my age, appearance, and race before, but it doesn’t matter, they all died anyway, and the ones who survived just me.

I searched his whole body and took out his wallet and ID, but I didn't find the Vengley Dakong ring.

"Where's the ring?" I asked him.

He prostrated himself on the ground, denied it categorically, and still had the energy to threaten me: "I don't know what kind of ring... If you do anything again, I will call the police!!"

I shot and shattered the knee of his other leg.

He immediately let out a painful scream: "Ahhhhh—"

"Please don't bark anymore, it's very noisy," I poked his temple with the gun barrel expressionlessly, his head was dangling under my gun muzzle like a balloon, I asked him patiently , "Where is my ring?"

"You can't ask the whereabouts of things like this," the black-haired Italian boy followed me out of the van, stood behind me, and reminded me, "He's about to faint."

After being reminded by him, I realized that the Italian bastard had lost a lot of blood from being shot twice, and almost lost his life.

I looked behind me and tossed him the wallet I found out. The poor taste of the wallet drew a parabola in the air.He stretched out his hand, caught the wallet firmly, then skillfully opened the wallet, and took 1 lire from it.

"Thank you for your patronage." He said without blinking.

After taking the money, he didn't leave immediately, but stood where he was.His height is not too tall compared to ordinary Europeans, but he is slender and well-proportioned. Judging from his bone development, he will be a lot taller in the future.

He looked at me, then at the Italian gangster on the ground who was like a puddle of mud, then he showed a somewhat hesitant expression on his usual calm face, and finally said to me: "Unfortunately, I think what you are looking for It’s no longer on him. When he ran away just now, he deliberately knocked over a few people. Judging from the current situation, it should be his companion. Your things are in the hands of his companion.”

I blinked my eyes, followed by a memory...it seemed to be true.

"Then why didn't you remind me just now?" I couldn't help asking.

He looked as usual: "You didn't add money."

I:"……"

I refocused on the Italian bastard lying at my feet.

"The next scene may be a little cruel." As I said, I drew out the short knife tied to my thigh. A cold light slid from the blade to the tip of the knife. The figure on the face is slightly distorted.I kindly reminded him: "But you can close your eyes and pretend you didn't see it."

To my surprise, he thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"...I'm a little curious about the mafia's torture methods." He kept a proper distance, and looked straight at him with emerald eyes, not knowing whether he was out of pure interest or just liked to see people suffer.He asked me politely, "Can I have a look?"

Within a minute, I had pried the whereabouts of his companion from this man's mouth.

I half squatted beside the man, observed carefully, finally found a piece of clean cloth on his clothes, and wiped all the blood on the dagger.

"How do you feel?" I politely asked the boy who was watching.To be honest, I am still quite confident in my professional ability. People who only know how to fight and kill can only be a little guy with no future in the mafia industry. Fighting, shooting, assassination, tracking, intelligence, torture ... I know all these things that can come in handy, although the learning process is very hard.

"I don't think I'd be interested in watching it a second time," he said curtly, looking away.

The place where it was pried out was a certain neighborhood in Naples, I didn't know the place, so I had to continue to ask him for help.

"10 lire." There was no extra expression on his face, and he robbed me naturally.

I can."

He deftly took 10 lire out of his wallet so that the wallet was completely empty.He put the emptied wallet next to the half-dead gangster, stared at the dying man for a while, then raised his head and said to me suddenly: "I thought you would kill him."

I said euphemistically, "I kill people for money."

he:"……"

"But he saw your face and knows who you are," he thought for a while, and said methodically, "If you don't get rid of him here, you will become more troublesome in the future. You are a mafia, don't you have the consciousness to kill Is it?"

When he said this, his tone was very peaceful, and his attitude was very calm, as if he was not talking about a person's life or death but the weather tomorrow.His reaction and words made me doubtful: Me and him, who is the mafia?

I was a little puzzled: "A simple thing like killing...does it need to be awakened?"

I don't have any special feelings about killing people. I'm neither satisfied nor repelled. If I have to say it, it's like a programmer treats a piece of code and completes the task honestly according to the regulations. Done" Thoughts other than.

So, I don't quite understand what he means by "enlightenment".

"..." He didn't speak for a while, but just looked at me with a serious and focused expression—or examined my expression, line of sight, and even the muscles of my face, like a priest gazing at his believers.

Looking at it this way, his emerald green eyes are indeed astonishingly beautiful, like precious emeralds and tsavorites with perfect craftsmanship.If I had such a green gemstone, I would find the most expensive jewelry box and treasure it up, guarding it tirelessly, and no one can touch it except me.

"Then why don't you do it?" He said, maintaining the same level of curiosity, "I just want to know this."

I looked into his jewel-like eyes and replied: "He is not the only one who has seen my face and knows who I am. If I kill this person, what should the other person do? I don't know ,” I thought for a moment, and said honestly, “but I don’t want to turn him into a corpse.”

Having said that, I lowered my head a little embarrassedly, and touched the handle of the dagger, which had been polished a little smooth by me.I whispered: "... After all, I just came here, and I don't have any friends yet."

he:"……"

He was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and then he seemed to have made a decision, and said: "My name is Giorno Giovanna, I am 14 years old, I am studying at Naples Senior High School, and my mother is Japanese. , stepfather is Italian and just started making money with rental cars."

"Huh?" I tilted my head, not quite understanding what he wanted to do when he suddenly mentioned this.

"Now that you know all about me," he said quietly, looking at me, "if you kill him, I'll be your accomplice."

I stared at him seriously.

His expression, eyes, eye rolls and mouth corners are all normal, and his facial muscles are loose, all of them are perfect without any flaws.That said, he wasn't lying.

"Thank you." I tried to sound as sincere as possible.

After a while, I thought about it, and added with a sincere expression: "But forget it, you will go to jail."

The author has something to say: Italian men are so good! !

…………… But what’s the use of meeting an Italian man who meets Qin Mei again (

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