[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

I quickly thought of another thing.

"There should be other people outside that stronghold," I reminded him. "You'd better get rid of that car."

Giorno signaled me not to worry: "I've already dealt with it."

... Such a calm voice and calm attitude almost made me think that what he disposed of was not the white van, but someone.

"I rented that car. After disposing of it, I can only compensate the store manager in full." Giorno looked at me deeply with those emerald eyes, "70 lire."

He was totally "you should know what I mean" look.

I suspect that he misrepresented the prices, but I have no proof.

But after all, it was me who caused the trouble and involved him, not to mention that the other party helped me a lot... Thinking of this, I had no choice but to seriously say: "I'm sorry, I don't have any money now... and I still have a lot of money. There are important things to do, and the amount of compensation cannot be paid to you for a while."

"But please rest assured," I vowed, "I will come back to you after the problem is resolved. At that time, I will pay you all the money."

Jolu Norn paused and asked, "How long will it take?"

I thought about it carefully. Monica will take the train to Rome at 44:[-] tonight. If it goes well, I can get the ring back from her tonight... But the possibility of accidents cannot be ruled out.I carefully calculated the time, and finally gave Giorno an approximate time: "About a week."

Giorno nodded, and didn't ask me what I was going to do next - he had obviously seen my difficulties and realized that what I was going to deal with might be related to the Mafia, so he didn't want to involve him for the time being .He is indeed a thoughtful and considerate person. Although I only knew him for a short day, I got along with him unexpectedly.

But such a person, no one should hate him, right?

During the period of unconsciousness, I didn't realize the passage of time, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that it was already evening.The sky outside the window showed an orange-red color that had been scorched by flames, and the shadows on the ground were elongated obliquely by the dim yellow sunlight.

After this day's events, Giorno seemed to feel tired, he gave me the bed, and fell asleep in the chair by himself.

I got out of bed and cleaned the clothes hanging on the hangers - some blood stains on them made it impossible for me to clean them temporarily, but at least I could pat off the fine dust on the clothes. It doesn't look very strange after a while.

I got dressed, inserted two short knives and a pistol into the leather holster tied to my thigh, and then lowered the fluttering skirt to cover them up.

I looked at the wall clock on the wall, and finally took a last look at Giorno, who was sleeping on the chair.He is like a quiet and graceful sculpture, the fire-like sunlight penetrating through the window observes his skin and skeleton, and his eyelashes as long as butterfly wings cast a small shadow under his eyes.

I said goodbye to him, opened the window, and jumped downstairs to the boys' dormitory.

The time is now 05:30, about three hours is enough time for me to go to the airport, but before that I need to get some money to buy the ticket.I don't intend to steal or rob, in fact I never do such low moral things, I was brought up to live off my own labor - having said that, find a client and finish a job within three hours An assassination deal seems unlikely.

...Then you can only see if there are thieves stealing on the street, and then beat the thieves and eat them.Doing good deeds is not low morality, I think so.

As I walked on the street, I observed the pedestrians coming and going. In the increasingly dim light of the sky, the bright lights in the store were like clusters of small flames lit.

At this time, I noticed a long shadow suddenly appeared on the ground. This shadow was juxtaposed with mine, shaking slightly in the night wind of Naples.

I looked to the side, just in time to see a boy wearing a purple knitted hat walking beside me.He put his hands in his baggy trouser pockets and kept a woman-friendly distance from me. He seemed to be thinking about how to strike up a conversation with me, and when he met my gaze, his face turned red. He showed a hearty and friendly smile typical of Italian men.

"Hey, beautiful foreign lady," he said to me, his voice was very young, "if you are a tourist, maybe you will need me to show you around this place."

The other person accosted me with an expression of "I'm ready to be scolded", and looked at me expectantly with two black eyes. These round, dark eyes reminded me of a black briquette cat.

I thought for a while and asked, "Dating?"

Hearing what I said, the person who took the initiative to strike up a conversation at first looked a little embarrassed, and said under cover: "Uh, uh, let's forget it..."

I blinked.

"For a date, you can, but you will be charged," I immediately agreed, and said quickly, "It is charged by the minute, and I only have one hour at my disposal. If possible, please end the appointment process within one hour."

The other party was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't respond: "..."

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, I put my fingers together, put my hands together, looked at him with sincere eyes, and said, "I can give you a discount. Are you dating?"

Normally, I wouldn't even consider dating someone who makes less than $[-] a month.But now there is no way out of this situation, I must earn a ticket to Rome as soon as possible.

The other party looked at me carefully with a non-disgusting gaze, and then seemed to have some interest, he asked me, "Okay then... how much do you want?"

I don't understand the price level here, so I can only give a figure with reference to Giorno's quotation.

"It's so expensive, have you really discounted it?" the Italian boy wearing a purple knitted hat couldn't help but say.

I can only say politely: "This is already the lowest price. I wouldn't do this kind of loss-making business before."

The Italian boy in the hat touched the pockets of his jacket and trousers, and found two clean trouser pockets without even a penny.

I looked at him with the eyes of a poor man.

Italian brother: "...wait for me."

After leaving these words, he ran forward, walked up to a gangster who was bullying the old man, punched the opponent twice with lightning speed, and dragged the gangster into the nearest alley.After that, several friends of that gangster also rushed over, and after about ten minutes, those gangsters limped out of the dark alley.

I didn't see him, so I had no choice but to walk towards the alley. When I got to the entrance of the alley, I happened to see him lying on his back on several large bags of garbage, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he looked like he had been severely beaten.

He held the stolen money in his hand, and the banknotes were crumpled in his palm.He took the money, held it up and shook it at me, as if showing off some kind of victory prize.

"With this money, one hour should be enough, right?" He wiped the corners of his chapped mouth and said to me.

I squatted beside him, inspecting the wound on his face with the faint light outside the alley, and reminded him: "It's only four or ten minutes."

"Ah—" He sighed regretfully.

I thought about it, and said to him seriously: "But I can give you another 5 minutes for free."

It is said to be a date, but it is not much different from an ordinary walk after dinner.Wearing a purple knitted hat, this little Italian guy with strange taste took me from the street to the end of the street, commented on the signature food of these restaurants, and by the way, told me where it is easy to be deceived when traveling to Naples.

45 minutes passed quickly, I said goodbye to him on the curb at the end of the street, and got a ride to the Naples train station.

I'm not very familiar with the traffic routes in Naples, but I also know that the train station is not far away, and it takes about 10 minutes to get there. However, the driver seemed to be deliberately making a detour and drove for more than an hour without stopping.

I glanced at the time, suddenly realized something, turned my head and stared at the driver vigilantly.

The other party was stared at so that a drop of cold sweat broke out, and I said to him expressionlessly: "Please don't take a long detour, I won't pay any extra money."

driver:"……"

After a while, the car finally stopped.I looked out the dark window, but I didn't see any sign of a train station nearby, so I turned my head and looked at the driver suspiciously. At this time, I saw the driver take out something like a gas mask and put it on his face.

At the same time, I heard some kind of subtle sound of gas flowing suddenly in the airtight and narrow space of the compartment, which was probably hypnotic gas.

The driver took out a knife from under the car mat and gestured at me, then said vaguely to me: "You'd better be honest and don't make any noise! ​​As soon as you yell, I'll stab you with this knife." through your throat!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw two other men approaching the car, apparently the driver's accomplices.

Robbery, black cars, drug dealing, and coercion of single women, the big city is indeed full of all kinds of dangers, which are completely different from the Japanese countryside like Namori.I couldn't help thinking this way.

I looked at the throbbing blood vessel on the driver's neck expressionlessly, and was about to cut it at a better angle to prevent the blood from rushing too hard, when the car door behind him was roughly opened.

Immediately afterwards, the man grabbed the driver by the collar and dragged him out of the car, then punched him to the ground.I froze for a moment, looked out of the car, and happened to see a familiar figure.

"It's you." I recognized him.

The Italian guy who said goodbye to me more than an hour ago looked uneasy.The driver who was beaten to the ground seemed to be fully prepared. He got up from the ground and fired two shots at the Italian boy wearing a knitted hat, but he missed. His companions also drew their guns and shot.

I was about to do it, but I saw a very strange scene - the bullets didn't even hit him. In the hail of bullets, this Italian guy grabbed the pistol of one of them and fired four times. All three were shot.

After making sure that the other party was okay, I glanced at the time. It showed that it was approaching eight o'clock, and there was not much time left.

Immediately afterwards, I moved to the driving position and began to recall the steps of driving, such as putting in gear, clutching, and stepping on the accelerator...

"Ah." Feeling the tires of the car run over one of the corpses heavily, I reacted belatedly.

I haven't driven for a long time, and the feel seems a little rusty. No, it may also be a problem with the model.I thought calmly.

Gear, clutch, accelerator...

The car body moved under my hands again, and the tires broke the neck of another corpse-ah, never mind, never mind it.

I waved to the little Italian brother standing outside the car. He had just killed three people, but he didn't seem to have reacted yet, and he looked a little silly standing there.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry," I asked sincerely, "Can you take me to the station?"

I thought for a moment and added, "As a token of appreciation, I can run for you."

The Italian brother stared wide-eyed, looked at me and said nothing for a long time: "..."

I had no choice but to humbly say: "Please rest assured, I have some experience."

The author has something to say: Mista: Why are you so proficient (

It's Mista who hasn't put on Pinru's clothes yet!

Changed the original plot a bit