[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"Giotto, is the trip going well?" Hearing the vague conversation in the study, the foreign youth wearing a black hat and white clothes with a blue background pushed open the door and said unhurriedly.

Three shorter blades pinned to one side of his waist, and one long blade on the other.

Although he sold his musical instruments to pay for traveling to Italy as soon as possible, since he decided to live in Europe for a long time, he bought them back with the monthly salary he received in Vengley.

Not only musical instruments, but also the four streamer blades he had pawned for musical instruments earlier.

It is also the inheritance of the swordsmanship Dao school of his lineage.

——When the rain and the swallows flow.

Like a swallow flying low over the water, a gentle yet strong swordsmanship style.

Although they are taught by the same person, but...

"This is the mantle that I inherited after defeating all my fellow apprentices."

The rule of Shiyu Cangyanliu is that only the most powerful successor can have the possibility of inheritance.

Although each generation is inheriting innovation, the moves of the losers are not eligible to be passed down.

The guardian of the rain of the scenery and the moon is not afraid of blood.

"Yuyue, you came just in time."

As Giotto said, Chaoli Yuyue closed the wooden door again and looked at him with some doubts.

Giotto lowered his eyes and thought for a while, as if thinking about how to organize his words clearly, he raised his head, "Uzuki, do you know Ghost Company?"

"Ghost company? That mysterious arms dealer company?"

"No," Giotto nodded, but denied, "it's actually a weapons company."

"They only sell one type of weapon, the fire weapon."

"You mean—?!" Zhao Li Yuyue looked at him in surprise, then subconsciously aimed at the ring on her right knuckle.

"That's right," Giotto said with deep eyes and a serious expression under his blond hair, "it's the flame of Vongola's ring."

A raging fire burns.

The heat that is close at hand seems to be able to peel off the skin of a person, and can crawl out inch by inch from the moist land where the ancestors begged for food, and from the dry gravel ground.

The dilapidated wooden house and the adjacent orchard were stained with charred black, and some wooden slats collapsed.

Splashing sparks.

Night slowly fell down.

Lin Feng roared away, adding to the flames.

Watching this scene from the cliff, the faces of both of them were not happy.

In the darkness, the spreading orange-red flame crawled on the ground and among the forests. From a height, it was impossible to see the flames that might be glimpsed when you were in it.

A poker of spades fell from a cliff into a sea of ​​fire from between plain white knuckles.On the edge of the cliff above the sea of ​​fire, there is a pair of black leather boots wrapped around the calf, and there is still a little mud, which does not damage the quality of the leather.The owner of the boots took a step forward.

Seeing that his whole body was about to hang in the air on the cliff, the man's indigo blue eyes were still casually watching the spreading flames under his feet, and a low humming came out of his throat.

"Nufufufu, it's really a neat finish."

Different from the treacherous guy on the edge of the cliff, the blond man in the long windbreaker stood on a safe high ground, looking at his companion who was also a guardian in front of him, rubbing the silver handcuffs on his hands, his sea blue eyes thought coldly, It seems that he really wants to give the guy standing on the edge of the cliff in front of him a blow, and it will be over from then on.

But his expression, which was more cold than usual, showed his own uncertain mood.

They were just one step away from catching the guy who was selling flame weapons through a secret channel.

This is where the handover of the group took place.

Because flame weapons had never appeared in Italy before, coupled with the confidential sales channels, Arnold had never heard of them before.

Since he heard the news that Giotto had brought back from Rome, he began to pay attention to this clue - combined with the intelligence of other intelligence sub-bureaus to track it down.

Like a real ghost, this company hidden in the chaotic situation in Europe is hardly like an arms company. They are only open to purchase qualifications for a very small and limited group of people. Occasionally, even if there are unqualified weapons for sale, it will It was snatched up by rumored buyers in the first place.

For those who have no way to know about the purchase, it is even more unnecessary to think about it.

Even the intelligence agencies all over Europe couldn't get a sample of arms from Ghost Company, let alone know the reason why the company's weapons are so highly sought after.

Such unknown and uncontrollable factors appeared in his own territory, and the Intelligence Bureau did not get the slightest word, so Arnold naturally could not be calm.

At this time, the culprit they were looking for had already leisurely entered Catania, a big city on the east coast of Sicily.

Ah, don't get me wrong, it's certainly not Hu Erdao who set fire to the mountain after the arms deal.

In other words, as Hu Erdao himself said, his business scope deliberately avoided the Italian region.

After all... It was like the Pengelie family's first reaction when they knew about the Flame Weapon... He didn't want to be followed behind him when he was traveling in Europe!

"Mr. Painter, can you draw a portrait for me?"

The suddenly enlarged human face appeared in Hu Erdao's field of vision, and Hu Erdao frowned, and said hesitantly, "Melo?"

"You still remember me." The man dressed as a postman grinned and blinked.

This is the square at the intersection of streets, where people come and go. Behind Hu Erdao's easel is a standing white statue, pointing directly to the sky.

Opposite the statue are the ruins of the fence - the bustling scene before the seventeenth century seems to be traced from the eroded stones blown by the wind and rain.

It used to be an ancient theater that accommodated more than [-] people.

The bust of Agata, the patron saint of Catania, quietly watches the world from the front of the Baroque church.

St. Agata is a 15-year-old girl who was persecuted by the consul at that time and had her breasts cut off but still refused to surrender. She is a real saint.

The active volcano Etna, which erupts every few years, is not far from the city of Catania.

Twenty kilometers, to be exact.

"You are a great painter now!"

Like the chatter of old friends, Mello praised, sitting on the marble steps.

"Didn't Arnold tell you?" Hu Erdao sat beside the easel, scribbling, drawing the impressions of passers-by who glanced at him, "I've changed my career."

"He only said that you left, Arnold is really soft-hearted." Mello said.

Soft-hearted?

"Look me in the eyes and say it again carefully?"

Hu Erdao looked up and down at the smiling postman, not wanting to understand what went wrong with the other party's cognitive system in the past few years.

Melo propped his chin carelessly, "Since Arnold has two jobs, his temper has improved a lot."

The reason is not to be delved into.

As for whether it was because Peng Lie's finances could be transferred to the intelligence bureau, which was running out of money, or because he finally had someone to vent his anger on...

Melo didn't know.

But the amiable chief during the intelligence report was real.

It also made the various departments of the Intelligence Bureau cry with joy.

"Going to Bellini's opera? Come to Catania, it's an unmissable tune."

After staring at Hu Erdao who was concentrating on painting for a while, Melo suddenly spoke.

"Bellini is the pride of Catania."

The author has something to say: Well, the preparation for the climax is over √(:з」∠)_