[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"Isn't it enough to follow us?"

Andre Gide sat in the rear compartment of the car, closed and opened his eyes and said.

There was a slight knock on the back door of the car, and at first it sounded like the wind had inadvertently blown up the back or a branch or something had hit the car.

A soldier opened the door of the carriage with a gap after looking at Andre Gide for his signal.

A figure nimbly opened the door and got into the carriage.

With short hair cut off by Hu Erdao not long after he came to this world, wearing a white shirt and dark pants, he looks like an ordinary middle school student.

Hu Erdao didn't care about the vigilant eyes of the Mimic soldiers next to him, he found a seat in the carriage and sat down on the spot.

"hello."

Hu Erdao did not intend to pretend to be silent, but greeted happily.

"Well... Let me think about it, I have been following you for a long time."

Hu Erdao touched his fingers, "When you sent people to rob our arms warehouse."

"..."

The Mimic soldiers looked at each other without speaking.

"Don't be nervous, it's nothing important." Hu Erdao explained briskly, "If you didn't bomb the store later, at most people would check your information, and there would be no such large-scale movement at all."

He said with a little sigh.

"Why did you come here?" Andre Gide said, his voice was a little hoarse and heavy, as if it had passed through countless time to come to Hu Erdao.

"I want... to know you better." Hu Erdao said truthfully.

"Come to spy on information?" Andre Gide turned his head.

"No, no, no," Hu Erdao stretched out his food command and waved, the corners of his lips slightly hooked, "I want to know if you have the possibility of accepting another way."

"Are you guys really looking for death?" Hu Erdao blinked at André Gide opposite him like an ignorant and curious child.

"Or--"

"Just deceiving yourself?"

Hu Erdao questioned viciously.

"..."

silence.

Andre Gide lowered his head and didn't look at Hu Erdao again, as if he didn't hear his words.

"Why don't you talk?" Hu Erdao refused to let go.

"My pain, only I know, no longer need words to express."

André Gide spoke slowly, with empty sadness in his eyes.

"Is it the pain of being a betrayed person?" Hu Erdao nodded as if something happened, "I have read some information about you."

Mimic, they are all soldiers of the country, and they are excellent troops in the European supernatural battlefield.But when the war was over, they were betrayed by the upper echelons, framed by the politicians, and became a tool for sacrificing peace.

The troops of the enemy country hunted them down, and the former comrades in arms hunted down them, and the glory of the past was lost on the record paper, as if it had never existed.Their achievements and their prestige are all gone in the past.

They lost their nationality, were denied by their own country, and were unknown to their compatriots. Many comrades in arms died, and those who survived became ghosts on the battlefield, pursuing their fate of dying in battle.

"So what drew you to the battlefield in the first place?"

Hu Erdao asked.

"There is nothing... myself," replied André Gide.

Hu Erdao was not satisfied with his answer.

"Then you used to think that you were away from your own happiness because of the war?"

"I'm not looking for happiness."

"What are you looking for?"

"I seek... who I am."

Who are they?

They are soldiers.

They are soldiers, even if they are not recognized, they should die as soldiers, and they should die on the battlefield.

"Is that so..."

Hu Erdao wrote down his answers on a few sticky notes he carried with him, and waved his hand in satisfaction, "I see, I will continue to watch you."

He opened the back door and jumped out of the car.

"Commander, don't you stop him?"

asked a Mimic soldier.

"No need." Andre Gide closed his eyes, "...what we are looking for has been found."

Hu Erdao landed in the bushes beside the road, straightened up and looked at the note written on his hand, showing a somewhat distressed expression.

"Ah, I feel a little troublesome..."

"System, I can't force others to take them away, can I?"

"They are all ghosts who want to die."

"If you want the host, you can forcefully store it in the system like what was done to the Uchiha people in the last world."

The system made suggestions, as if they couldn't tell how unreliable their own suggestions were.

"What's the use of that?" Hu Erdao said angrily, "You can't stop those who want to die."

"So you need the host to play your role."

The deep and magnetic sound of the system echoed in Hu Erdao's ears.

"..."

"You can get it!"

Hu Erdao pouted.

How can it be so easy.

Ahh, how tricky!Hu Erdao thought with a headache.

All the way back to Yokohama, Hu Erdao returned to the apartment assigned to him by Gang Hei.

"Ah, it's Master Erdao!"

It happened that a mafia member nearby was about to go out, and he said this when he saw him.

There are many housing buildings under the name of the port mafia, such as Hu Erdao’s current apartment building, which are all provided for internal members. The price is low and the indoor facilities are also good. It can be regarded as an alternative housing security, so many members will choose to buy a few sets Come and settle in an apartment owned by the Port Mafia.

Unlike the cadres who are busy with their daily affairs, even grassroots members of the Hong Kong gangsters have rotations. At this time, they are still in the apartment, and today is probably his rotation day.

"En." Hu Erdao nodded, stuffed the key into his pocket, looked at the member who was about to go out, and asked casually.

"Are you going out?"

"Yeah..." The mafia member looked like he was having a headache, "My Mrs. Fuqiu disappeared, and I was going to find her."

"—Furball, ma'am?"

"Ah, it's my cat."

The member looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I'm about to ask for help? Master Erdao, don't tell others about this kind of thing."

"Ok?"

Hu Erdao looked at him suspiciously.

"It's Butei. The Armed Detective Agency!"

The member lowered his voice and muttered, "Although we Hong Kong gangsters don't deal with them, their business ability is really good! Don't let anyone know that I'm entrusting them..."

Armed detective agency?

Hu Erdao memorized the name and blinked, "What kind of commissions does this detective agency you speak of take?"

"..."

"Master Erdao...don't you know?" The member asked in confusion, and then Hu Erdao understood what kind of place it was in his warm introduction.

Armed detective agency, that is, as the superficial meaning - the armed detective agency.There are many members with supernatural powers in the detective agency. People can post various detective-related missions in the club, and perhaps because they are supernatural beings, the commissions can generally be completed relatively well... I don’t know if it’s true There are people with special abilities about detective reasoning ability in the agency.

After all, they are a neutral party that often accepts commissions. Sometimes commissions will inevitably conflict with the interests of the port mafia, and their members are also very strong, so that they can be regarded as a well-known enemy in the port mafia.

The endless enemy is not that serious, but at least it is also a conflict of interest and a threat.

"Is that so... Thank you, I just happen to have something to entrust!"

Hu Erdao stood up from his chair and said joyfully.

"You don't mind taking me with you?"

The little boy smiled softly.

The Hong Kong gang members trembled in their hearts.

Is he... talking too much?

The author has something to say: it is almost over, this unit