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

Mimic, once an organization composed of soldiers from a certain country, after the end of the Great War, they became undead souls wandering the land of Europe.

"People who have been abandoned by the country." I nestled in the sofa chair, looking sleepily at the information that Bao En gave me in my hand.According to the news from the border in the past two months, they seem to have arrived near Sicily. These people are wandering around, making a living by smuggling and looting. Most of their targets are industries under the name of other mafia, such as casinos and red light districts. class place.

"What are you going to do?" Li Baoen asked me while sitting on my desk, his face was full of cunning, damn, this guy is trying to trick me again.

"According to the information, the leader of this mimic is probably a person with supernatural powers." I threw the information on the desk, and I nestled into the sofa chair, tapping my fingers together, "It's an organization similar to the Mafia at the port next door. "

Speaking of the port mafia, I haven't even contacted this boss after it was replaced, but I believe they will send someone over soon after they deal with the internal problems.

Mori Ogai... This person can tell he is a pervert at a glance. I am not boasting. I am very accurate in identifying perverts.

The clock in the room was ticking, and under Li Baoen's eyes, I finally couldn't continue pretending to be dead, "Anyway, let's get in touch first." It seems that as a supernatural being, the other party's ability is still very strong.

"Then, who are we going to send?" There was that calculating smile on the corner of Li Baoen's mouth, and I clicked my tongue in disgust.

"I'll go myself."

-

The casino under Pengelie's name has been attacked by Mimic. These guys were originally robbing other organizations' properties in various countries as funds for their operations. In addition, they are all a group of desperadoes, so there are even fewer people who confront them head-on. .

The rangers under him caught these guys who came to rob the underground casino. I have to say that it was a waste of Shamar not going to Balian to take up a job.

What this guy said: I am a doctor who saves lives, not a killer.It's too much of a crap like that to decline my invitation.

"Although you can't join Balian, but if you want to date me—"

The result, of course, was that I threw him out of the office again.

Is it the idiot who even dared to seduce the princesses of other countries, and was wanted on more than 2000 boats? If it wasn't for Peng Geli to take you in, you would have been torn to pieces, okay?

Forget it, don't mention this guy.

I rubbed my temples with a headache, and said to the people around me, "Have you taken out the poison from their molars?"

"It has been brought out according to your order," he replied.

"Ah."

"Need to extract a confession?" he asked.

"No," I beckoned, "move me a chair."

He was at a loss, but he did it anyway. I tidied up my small suit, raised my legs and nestled comfortably in the sofa chair, "I'll wait here for them to wake up."

"?"

"You go out first."

"Miss-"

"It's better to listen to her." A small milk voice came, and I turned my head to see Li Baoen standing at the door, "After all, this is the decision made by the young lady herself."

Hmph, dead ghost/beast, you just want to see what I can do, right?

To be honest, I'm not quite sure how far I can go.

Only me and those mimic prisoners were left in the torture room. There is no clock in this room, so I took out my pocket watch from my pocket, and the pointer on the pocket watch was ticking, "Don't think You can sneak attack yourself."

"You can also choose to kill yourself by biting your tongue, or any other way of self-destruction, I will not stop it," I lazily raised my head, and my eyes fell on the group of mimic captives who still had their eyes closed, "But before that, Listen to me, will you?"

Neither said a word nor opened their eyes.

This type has a military background before, so it is more resolute, and it will not waver in the execution of orders.

"I want to see your leader."

"I know what you want."

-

When I came out of the torture room, there was a line of rangers outside, and I stretched my muscles and said, "Relax, all of you."

They looked into the torture room, and I waved my hand, "Let it go, find someone to fill in the secret passage under the floor of the torture room, what's the matter with you, Peng Lie, this is already the third one I found this month It’s a secret passage... Are all your old Italian buildings like this?”

While I was thinking about it, I was so tired that I walked towards the room.

André Gide, this is the name of the leader of the mimic. The other party is a very experienced ex-soldier. According to what I know, he was "betrayed" by his country, and he was deprived of the honor of dying for the country. Destination, like an undead wandering the roads of Europe, looking for the one who can lead him to an honorable death.

The one who could bring him, his followers, to the glorious, coveted death.

The moonlight is just right tonight, with a little chill.

I sat on the balcony and poured myself a warming cup of hair growth tea.

Although this thing has little effect, what if it explodes that day, right?

"This kind of mood is like Juliet waiting for Romeo." A small voice came from my ear, and the wind blew the clouds to cover the moonlight. I pursed my lips, and when the moonlight fell on the balcony again, I heard The sound of the bullet being loaded, "What an impatient Lord 'Romeo'."

The visitor didn't answer me.

I stood up while holding the cane on one side, and turned to face the man in front of me who covered himself with a hood and a dirty gray cloak, "André Gide, who once served the military of a certain country, is a man who is stronger than anyone else." Soldiers who love their own country have the special ability of 'narrow door', and the effect is to predict the future in a few seconds—this is what your followers told me."

He still held his gun, his scarlet eyes staring at me from under the hood.

"Want to know how I got them to talk?"

"They're dead," he said.

I smiled and looked at him.

Flowing clouds blocked the moonlight again.

"They told me with their lives that from you, you can get me, what we want." He put down his gun hand and took off his hood.

It was a face that had been eroded by wind and frost, with vicissitudes that shouldn't be at this age, but the eyes were unusually firm.

"If you can't give it, I'll kill you."

I sat back, carefully blew off the froth on the surface of the teacup, and took a sip of tea. In the silence like stagnant water, I said, "I can give you a 'country'."

A mocking smile appeared on Andre Gide's face, like a beast struggling when it was injured.

"Although it can't be compared with what you were originally loyal to." I looked at him sincerely, "Andre—work for me."

"Work for my empire, for my 'country'."

His scarlet eyes still had the coldness of death, "You are not the first person to recruit us."

His meaning is very clear. I am not the first person to recruit them. Someone who recruited them before was rejected. Of course, the reason is very clear——

The previous recruiters did not understand what they wanted.

They are death-seeking beasts, they are outcasts covered in wounds, they are...yes...they are eager to die for their country, poor soldiers, lost their homes, staggering through the world, looking for a way to save their lives. A glorious death they bore.

Such a person cannot be shaken by wealth or status.

"I will use you." I looked up at him. "I will use you all mercilessly, for my 'empire', until you all come to sleep. Follow me, one day, you will get The ending you long for..." I whispered softly, "and when everything is over, I will send you back to your hometown as a hero."

He looked at me, his chest heaving.

Finally, he raised his hand and pointed the gun at me.

I smiled and spread my hands, "You can predict the future in a few seconds, then, just do it."

There are no snipers, no bodyguards, no killers arranged in the dark as you imagined, only me, only me standing in front of you alone——

Come on, make a choice.

He stared into my eyes, and for the first time, I saw waves of ups and downs in these eyes.

He raised his hand suddenly and emptied the magazine in his hand towards the sky.

Because of the gun, it was just a slight puffing sound, like a sneer.

"You're crazy," he said.

I lowered my arms, tilted my head and smiled at him, and sat back on the sofa chair, "This is Vongola, I can guarantee the order of the world inside——Andre, I can guarantee..."

Fight for my "country" until each of you dies a hero.

Yes, they don't want a place to inhabit, they just want "death to dream of".

And I, can give them such a death.

The clouds covering the moon cleared at last, and then I found Andre still standing there.

"Well...can you go back first?"

"..." He stared at me with a serious expression on his face.

"...I don't have a cane to break for you."

"???" He looked blank.

I sighed, "I mean, I don't need you to swear loyalty to me. Because I will use you cruelly, give orders to you, and poison your life, so I don't need you to swear loyalty to me."

He lowered his head and said after a while, "You really are a lunatic."

"Hey - I think I'm quite normal." I curled up in the chair with a decadent expression on my face.

"Remember everything you said, you can always find me." He put his foot on my balcony railing, "If you can't, I will kill you."

Then he flew off the balcony and disappeared into the night.

It wasn't until he was gone that I sighed, "Come out?"

A figure slowly emerged from the other side of the balcony, "It seems to be going well."

"Born," I picked him up and put my head on top of him, "am I crazy?"

"Is there? I think it's quite normal." He smiled.

"Right, I just said that I'm actually quite normal..."

"Go to Yokohama on business next month, you."

"...Go to hell, Bourne. I think you want to exhaust me to death."