[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

According to the address given by the man, Giorno drove me to the block where the location was located in a van.

"Naples is under the jurisdiction of the gang organization Passione," he reminded me kindly, stopping the car on the street opposite the destination, hands still on the steering wheel, "you'd better be prepared to be entangled by gangs later. Good luck."

I'm not afraid of this, there is nothing more important than finding Pengo Li's Dakong ring.

"Don't worry." I opened the car door and walked out.

He rolled up the car window, looked in my direction through a transparent window, and then he left here.

This is an apartment located in a certain neighborhood in Naples.

The apartment is on the seventh floor of an old-fashioned building in front of me. This old apartment building has no elevators, and even the electric lights in the corridors are broken. The light emitted is like a weak firefly lingering on its last breath.I walked in, and the light inside was very dim. If it weren't for my good eyesight, I might not even be able to see the steps under my feet.

In the corridor, there were one or two prostitutes in lace pajamas, with loose hair and a large area of ​​bare skin. They were leaning on the handrails, complaining about the stingy customers.

It seems that this place is much more mixed than I imagined.

I walked to the leftmost apartment door on the seventh floor, pulled out the pistol strapped to my thigh, and shot the door lock.The impact of the bullet broke the closed lock, and I opened it, and entered cautiously.

It is estimated that the gunshots alarmed the people in the apartment. As soon as I stepped into the door, I saw several people holding their hands at the end of the hallway.

There were no lights in the room, but that didn't stop me from scrutinizing them.They all held knives, shovels, iron rods or other things as weapons in their hands. They probably just took drugs or alcohol, and their faces showed abnormal blush and agitation and ferocity beyond the normal range of emotions. , Their eyes were fixed on me, almost glowing green, as if I was a bone just out of the frying pan.

Soon, a blond man in a black suit stepped out from among them. It seemed that this man was their boss.

For men with a little status in the world, the elegant suit is their battle clothes. They usually take care of the suits on their bodies meticulously, caressing their favorite guns like a gentleman stroking a cane to show his demeanor. A decent gesture to crush the enemy.But these are some old-school rules.

"Huh? My little lady, this is not where you should be."

The gangster boss walked up to me, put his hands in his pockets, bent down in a very impolite posture, and almost put his eyes on my face.

Such a close distance made me smell the wine sprayed from the other's nose and mouth.I said politely, "Sir, I want my ring back. Your companion took it from me and he told me you were here."

"I'm sorry, my subordinates are always a bit disobedient." He took his hands out of his pockets, showed ten fingers with jeweled rings, and made a powerless gesture, "but I don't know what rings."

I paused and continued, "But that ring is something special."

Visible boredom appeared on the face of the other party who pretended to be friendly, but the moment he heard my next sentence, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

"That ring has the mark of 'VONGOLA' on it," I looked at him directly, "it has shells and patterns symbolizing Vongola. Don't you really know, sir?"

He was silent for a while, and then looked at me with the same dark and terrible eyes as a vulture looks at carrion.

He put his heavy arms on my weak shoulders, looked down at me with his tall figure, looked at my eyes and face, and said, "I don't know, no one here knows about your ring. You You just came to Naples, right? It seems that you are new here, so I will tell you the rules here."

Accompanied by his words, other people in the room moved as if hinted, and opened the hidden compartments hidden in the walls, floors, and cabinets, which displayed countless guns of all kinds.

"You have to remember that the most important thing for people to communicate with is to learn to forget," he inserted five rough fingers into my hair, pressed the back of my head, and then he approached the gloomy face Me, "I don't know about that ring, forget about it too. Do you hear me? Great, we're friends now."

He took out a bag of white powder from his trousers pocket, and wanted to stuff this thing to me, or rather, he wanted to use this bag of white powder to send me away.

"It seems that you know the whereabouts of the ring." I was sure of this point. The gangsters on the street may not know the Vengley ring, but it is impossible for this kind of small boss not to know.

With a clear attitude, this person is too lazy to deal with me anymore.He paused for a moment, then looked up and down my face and body with an uncomfortable gaze, and my figure was reflected in his pupils—maybe it was my rare Asian appearance that aroused his interest , he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stuck it tightly.

He raised his other hand, pulled away my collar, and tried to stuff the bag of white powder into my chest.

But his movements stopped.

I grabbed his wrist bones.

"Sir, while you can speak," I began patiently, "please tell me where the ring is."

……

Ten minutes later, densely packed, smoking bullet holes appeared in the originally intact house. These hole-like bullet holes made the whole house look like a hornet's nest that had been pierced.In addition to the smell of gunpowder smoke, there was also a strong smell of blood in the room. There was a shallow pool of blood on the floor, and several people were lying in the pool of blood—the amount of bleeding was heavy, but it was not fatal. They just passed out temporarily.I don't have time to deal with so many corpses.

"Cough, cough, cough...you bastard..."

I squatted beside the gangster boss and searched his body skillfully.

He stuttered and slurred his words, and if I hadn't lived in Italy for a long time, I couldn't really understand what he was saying.But this is a matter of course, because all his teeth were smashed by the root with a short knife, and even the soft tongue was cut bloody by the blade. Every time he said a word, a broken tooth and Blood foam, unclear pronunciation is a very natural thing.

I only found some documents from him.

"Where's my ring?" I had to ask him.

The bully boss spat out a broken tooth, and said vaguely: "Idiot, if you want to get information out of me, you might as well let me die!"

I ignored him, but looked at the wall clock on the wall that was splattered with blood, and the minute hand reached the ten position.

"Please don't worry, I won't let you die, sir," I said while holding the sharp short knife in my backhand, "It's just that the following process will make you very painful, please be patient."

……

Before the minute hand moved out of one frame, I had already pried out the information of the ring's whereabouts, identity, and family power from the other party.

He is the latest mafia rookie, a member of the Kalukasha family, a Naples stronghold dedicated to the drug trade by the Kalukasha family.After the Vengley ring was accidentally obtained by them, it was immediately handed over to the person in charge of the stronghold, Monica Marini.

Monica is a charming and beautiful woman who has more than double-digit lovers in Naples. Even her subordinates don't know her whereabouts, or which lover's house she spends the night in.Except that she booked a ticket to Rome tonight at 44:[-].

I know a little about the Kalukasha family, and know that it is a hostile force of the Vongola family. At the same time, the military advisor of the Kalukasha family is Skalu, who is also one of the Arcobalenos like Reborn. ——Although I have never met this person, since he is a person of the same level as Reborn-senpai, it seems unexpectedly difficult.

Other than that I don't remember much. Reborn-senpai taught me that there is no need to look down on people who are lower than myself.

Now the Kalukasha family, which is an emerging force of the mafia, should not be as powerful as it was later.

"I see," I nodded in understanding, and politely said to him, "Thank you."

I originally wanted to find a clean place on his body to wipe off the blade, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time, so I had to give up in the end.

Seeing me turn around and walk towards the door, he lay down on the ground and struggled hard a few times, then stretched out his bloody hands and hugged my calf tightly - there were only three fingers left on his hand, and these three fingers were temporarily allocated. Not useful.He kept panting, and said weakly and ferociously: "Hey...do you want to just leave like this?!"

"Do you want me to call an ambulance?" I looked down at him and asked politely.

"Don't be kidding," he panted heavily, blood-stained saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth due to the violent panting, wet his chin and the ground, "ambulance? No, I don't need that kind of thing...bear it It is my incompetence to leak information without suffering, and now I have no face to see Miss Monica."

"Although I don't know who you are, the person who has something to do with that ring is definitely not an ordinary person." His face showed a distorted expression full of resentment and revenge. If he still had teeth, he would definitely bite me off A piece of meat on the leg, "Vongola! You are Vongola's running dog, right?!"

"The title of running dog is too ugly, sir," I couldn't help saying, "I'm just an ordinary worker."

I really don't know why this gentleman has to act like he blames all the mistakes on me. I obviously didn't do anything bad, but I just implemented necessary means within a reasonable degree and scope.Speaking of which, I was also troubled by them and had to go to Rome, but I didn't even have the money to buy a ticket to Rome.

"Shut up! Pengo Li!"

"Listen with your ears," he said savagely, "Kalukasha will never let it go—"

I quietly watched him yelling on the ground, and at the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a black ball rolling out from under him and laying on the dirty floor Rolling aimlessly - he didn't know when he pried open a floor, which contained a large number of bombs.

The moment I saw that thing, my pupils constricted reflexively.

"Go to hell, Pengo Li's stinky girl!" The other party's roar sounded at the same time as the sound of "Dididi".

At the same time as the explosion, I broke through the window of the apartment and jumped from the height of the seventh floor.

The air wave generated by the explosion seemed to overturn me. I couldn't maintain my balance during the fall, so I could only protect my vital parts with all my strength.But luckily, instead of falling to the ground, I landed hard on a van—my back hit the hard roof, my spine and back muscles screaming unbearably.

There was a sharp and long pain from a large piece of skin on my back, as if being burned by a flame, or as if a thousand blades were cutting my flesh and nerves at the same time.

Unfortunately, the back of my head also hit the roof of the car heavily, and the sudden impact seemed to cause a serious dislocation in my brain. After about three seconds, the parts of the brain began to operate slowly as if they re-engaged.

My eyes went black for an instant, then slowly lit up again, and there was only a bright white sky in front of my eyes.Immediately afterwards, my vision began to rotate violently-I fell from the roof of the car to the ground.

"What was that explosion? Why did it suddenly explode?"

"My God! This girl is hurt! Call an ambulance!"

……

Too much noise and loud.

I must get out of here immediately.

Thinking of this, I supported my body vigorously, staggered up from the ground, and supported the van next to me.The door was locked from the inside, so I had to punch through the thick pane of glass, put my arm in, and open the door from the inside.

At this time, I happened to see Giorno sitting in the driving seat.Although he didn't know why the other party appeared here, it seemed that he was eating, with a sandwich in his hand, and a traffic map of Naples lying on the steering wheel.

Giorno looked at me, and then at the broken window glass. "Losing money" was written in his emerald green eyes.

"Should I take you to the hospital?" he asked.

I took out my pistol and pointed the black muzzle at him.

"Oh," his attitude didn't waver at all, he didn't look like a work-student who came out to drive illegal cars to make money before he was an adult, but a calm gambler, "It seems that you don't want to go to the hospital."

I stared at him carefully for a while, then put the pistol in front of him.

"I don't have any money with me. I only have a gun," I said to him. "There are six bullets in the gun. It's not a lot, but it's enough to kill anyone you want."

He took a look and said, "Including you?"

I replied calmly, "If you want, include me."

I leaned the back of my head gently on the seat, and it was clear that the parts in my brain were meshing wrong again, and my vision began to darken again.I continued, "Can't go to the hospital, I need a... safe place."

He was silent for a moment, then pointed to my ankle and asked, "What's that?"

I looked in the direction he pointed, blinked my eyes, and took off the severed hand that was tightly grasping my ankle.When the explosion happened, the man was still holding on to me, so I had to cut off his hand.

"Do you want this?" I handed the amputated hand in front of him.

Giorno: "..."

Giorno: "No, thank you."

"Oh." I nodded, and casually threw the amputated hand out of the window.

My vision blurred as he started the engine, and I finally passed out a few moments later.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but this unconscious sleep helped me regain some strength.

At least when I opened my eyes, I woke up and found myself lying on a bed in a boys dormitory.

The author has something to say: Congratulations to sister Qin for being equipped with bound milk (wrong

Mr. R should go online with the script of "This Killer Is Not So Cold" within ten chapters (

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