[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

If I have any dreams.

In fact, I am a person who is easy to satisfy. Give me a small Japanese-style villa with a garden in front to grow potatoes, lettuce, tomatoes and other vegetables, and plant a fig tree in the corner and black currants around it.Harvest strawberries in spring and elderflowers in summer to make champagne.

The villa should be close to the market, preferably in the countryside. It should not be too far from the place where I work. You can get there within 15 minutes by bicycle. When you want to eat meat, you can buy fresh fish and seashells at the nearby fish market. , there is also fresh meat to choose from.

Raising a cat, when I don’t want to cook, I cook two chicken breasts, one for the cat and one for me.

Live alone, may or may not be married.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset, enjoy the solitude that only belongs to me, anyway, I just need a cat.

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So, how on earth did I get into the virtues I have now?

Opening my eyes, I stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling above my head and the hanging bottle hanging on the side, and then began to think about why I was lying in Vengley's exclusive hospital.

Oh, I remembered, that damn arrow.

I reasonably suspect it wants to murder me.

"Ah, are you awake Judaimu?" The little nurse opened the door and came in, and left when I opened my eyes, "Dr. Shamar, Judaimu is awake!"

It is the agent of Jiudaimu, not Judaimu.

Did you guys do something while I was in a coma that I don't know about?For example, forcibly putting the Vengley ring on my finger to cheat the marriage?

I'm talking about me and Pengo Lie's organization.

I don't want to be the poor woman married to an organization.

What the hell is going on... I sat up and scratched my head, I remember that the arrow directly poked my chest...Damn it, this shit, don't you know how precious a girl's breasts are, and you just randomly poked them , in case of scars, how will I wear a swimsuit in the future!

I unbuttoned it, reached out and touched the inside of the clothes, and found that there were no wounds and bandages as I imagined, on the contrary - there was nothing in the place where I was poked.

"Hanako! You're finally awake—" Shamar's voice came from the door, and I subconsciously picked up a vase and threw it at the door, knocking him unconscious at the door of the room.

I buttoned it up, "So Ango-kun called the ambulance for me?"

Anwu, who was named, poked his head in carefully, and after making sure that nothing else would fly out and hit his head, he pushed his glasses and walked in, "You were not in a good condition at the time, so I called the ambulance car."

This choice was correct. After all, there were only him and me in that room at the time. If I died, he might be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

What?The arrow jumps up and pokes people?

Do you think we Italian gangsters will believe your nonsense?

"By the way, how long have I been asleep?" I frowned.

"Not much, just one day and one night." Ango-kun looked haggard as if he had been tortured, "Ace is still in Naples, you can rest assured about that. And, Gide is on standby."

... This guy actually knows a lot.

I sniffled, "I didn't expect you to be so kind to me, Ango."

He showed a clearly disgusted expression.

"Why don't I make a deal with the Yokohama executives, and let the Supernatural Secret Service Division permanently transfer you to Pengo Lie, we have a very good working atmosphere here." I wiped the corners of my eyes hypocritically.

The corner of his mouth twitched, "Thank you for being sensitive."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

"You can get up now, there is still a lot of work waiting for you to do, Andre Gide can only be commanded by you, he does not obey other people's orders. Also, Ace will leave Naples in four hours. Come back, if he knows that this kind of thing happened while he was away, he will kill me first." Anwu complained blankly, "By the way, Pengo Li's working atmosphere is very good, you yourself Would you like to say it?"

...Hey, I just like how he always makes such sharp complaints, especially to the point.

I stretched out my hand to the sister nurse who was carefully stepping over Shamar's "corpse", "Help me pull it out."

"Okay, Judaime."

"It's the agent of Kudaime."

"Okay, Judaime."

"..."

Woman, are you trying to get my attention? !

After 1 minute, I pressed the eye of the needle and wore a coat, "Didn't you say that you will have superpowers if you get stabbed by an arrow?" I muttered.

This doesn't change anything at all?

"Where's the trash?" I asked Ango.

"It's put away." He said blankly.

So I say that Ango Sakaguchi is really a rare smart person.

"I'm going to feed it to Ace!"

"...Please use Mr. Ace's ability for the right purpose. Although he sometimes behaves like a dog, please don't really treat him like a dog." An Wu complained.

...This guy actually even used the word licking a dog.

Ango's report is very detailed, even the details of who the Diablo guy sold the arrow to. What makes me more curious is his ability.

Delete the time and predict the result.

This person is too buggy.

Putting on my coat, I picked up the thermos cup on one side, which was originally brewed with hair growth tea. When I planned to take a sip to quench my thirst, I found that there was no water in it.

... I remember that there was still half a cup.

Haunted?

I put down the glass and tapped my fingers on the table.

Gide outside the door and the rest of the mimic team came in, with their hands behind their backs, and stood in front of me expressionlessly, as if they were troops waiting for a review.

I stood up and came out from behind the desk, "This is the last task I give you."

"This man is a threat to my 'country', and his behavior threatens the people living on this land, so I want to exclude him. At the same time, my instinct tells me that this will also be the end of your journey."

They raised their heads and stared at me with undead eyes.

"May you all rest in peace."

It's not difficult to find Diablo's location, Mamun's sticky note can determine his location.

According to Ace, stand-ins are different from Vengley's natural disasters. With the fatal setting of "range", as long as they are outside the range, it is difficult to work.

Because of his complex and buggy abilities, the attack method against him is team battles.

But in any case, the insurance of the final field control is always Mamon's illusion.

I'm a bit reluctant to send him to Balian, but he doesn't want to be my personal guard, which is really sad.

Although on the surface it looks like he died in a supernatural battle, a more accurate statement is that this person named Diablo failed because of unequal information.

Even if you sell milk powder on Vengley's territory, don't touch white and powder. This is common sense.

The wind blowing in Venice at night was still quite cold, and I was still standing on the roof of the church like a fraternity boy who would take a leap of faith at any time, and the wind was blowing my coat.

Peng Lie's black car pulled corpses covered with white cloth one after another from the bone hall. Except for the corpse of Diablo, the enthusiastic boss of the emerging organization after personal inspection, the other 27 corpses were all They are all members of mimic, including its leader, André Gide.

This person actually didn’t have any deep communication with me.

He's just a prop in my hand.

But at this moment, I still have some emotions.

Ace, who was in charge of the guard, stood behind me without saying a word, while An Wu, who was pulled by me to accompany me to blow the air, wiped the blown nose with a handkerchief, and also pursed his mouth and remained silent.

This guy is writing my observation report, I know about it, and I deliberately asked him to watch this battle here.

I don't care what he writes, but I need him to convey some positive information "over there".

Ango Sakaguchi is a qualified observer.

But I think he will live very tired like this.

And what I promised Gide.

Three months later, I removed all the urns from the room full of mimic members' urns, and sent their ashes, including Gide's, back to their hometowns.

I looked at the dates of birth and death on the tombstone, as well as the epitaph, and took off the black hat on my head to hide my worrying hairline, and pressed it on my chest.

—Andre Gide is buried here.

A hero who devoted himself to the "country".

Then, moments before I stepped on the plane, I received a message from Riboun—an "messenger" from the Port Mafia.

Came to negotiate about my detaining their clerical staff.

Heh, Garbage Mori Ogai, here to deliver food again.

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Double update today!I will not update and save some manuscripts tomorrow!

I really don't have any manuscripts!