Just liking is not enough

The shivering man at the window looked sideways at the street more than ten meters above his feet, and then turned his head to look at the man again, as if he was considering which side to choose.

It's just that the man didn't give him a chance to choose. He walked to the window with his slender legs, poked his head out, and looked around.

In the dark night, all the windows are dark, and the whole city is still asleep.

The street lamps a few blocks away were on normally, and I found a ghastly whiteness on the concrete floor.

Only downstairs is dark here.

Bowing his head, the man smiled at the bald head, "It took me a lot of time to find you."

He said, squatting slightly, so that his eyes were at the same level as the other party.

The other party moved his throat with difficulty, almost tears in his eyes, "Let... let me go, Elliot... I... I can't do anything anymore..."

Elio touched his chin, as if he didn't understand what the man said.

"Do you know that when you stood on Star's side, you already lost the initiative, and you didn't even have the qualifications to surrender to me."

The man suddenly showed despair in his eyes, and his voice trembled, "Kill...kill a person who has no ability to resist, you...you will not end well!"

"I'm just following orders. If you want revenge, please find my superior." Elliot shrugged indifferently, then took out two black gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands.

"If I knew today, why did I do it in the first place." Elliot shook his head, while gently placing his gloved hand on the back of the man's hand lying on the window.

"Star is not the opponent of the O'Malley family. Now that the Rancio family has lost power, you who were loyal to him will definitely be implicated."

"O'Milly doesn't need half-hearted friends."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly exerted force on his hand and pushed the man from the window.

As soon as the man let go of his hands, he subconsciously opened his mouth to scream, but before he could make a sound, a white light flashed in the dark night.

Scarlet blood flowed out from the falling figure of the man, his throat was slashed open, he was blowing with the wind, his eyes were wide open, his hands waved unconsciously, and then there was a muffled "bang".

The world seemed to be quiet.

In front of the window, Elliot slowly turned the knife in his hand, without even frowning, with bloodthirsty excitement in his eyes, he took out his handkerchief, wiped the knife clean, and then threw the handkerchief out of the window go down.

The wind held up the white handkerchief, fluttering under the street.

Elio put away the knife, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the room leisurely as if nothing had happened.

When going out, the security door next door opened again.

The woman poked her head out a little, "Have you found someone?"

Elliot turned his head, looked at the woman, and asked without answering, "Do you live alone?"

The woman was taken aback, then shook her head, "No...I still have a child."

Said, smiled shyly.

Elliot nodded, the killing intent was well captured in his eyes.

"Good night ma'am, I wish you a sweet dream."

After speaking, he turned and went downstairs.

……

On the second day, the police car roared downstairs from the apartment building.

In daylight, the anti-theft door was opened, and many forensic personnel were inside to collect evidence at the scene.

A police officer took notes on the woman next door, and the woman covered her mouth tremblingly, as if she couldn't believe it.

"I... I only saw one person come to him..."

The woman replied fearfully, "It's a tall and thin man, he looks very refined, you can't tell at all..."

The policeman nodded, put down his pen, took a photo from the officer next to him, and handed it to the woman.

"is it him?"

The woman took a look and nodded, "It's him!"

The policeman sighed, put away the transcript, and then turned around to call others.

"No need to check, let's close the team."

A new little policeman next to him was puzzled, "Why didn't you investigate? This is obviously a murder..."

"Even if it's a murder case, it's not up to us."

The policeman patted the little policeman on the shoulder, "Haiming, this is the first point I'm going to teach you today. In Italy, there is no need for us to intervene in private fights between gangsters as long as they don't interfere with other residents and their daily lives."

The little policeman named Haiming frowned, showing disapproval, and wanted to speak, but was stopped by the policeman.

Everyone gathered up and walked back. The woman stopped the policeman worriedly, "I...I've seen him before. Is it... dangerous?"

"If he was going to kill you, you deserved to die last night." The policeman comforted, "You should be grateful that you don't live alone, otherwise it would be hard to say."

The woman turned pale when she remembered what the man had asked her.

After getting into the police car, Haiming still didn't understand, "Is the dead man from a gang?"

"Yes." The policeman who led him replied, "It's the ally of a previously lost organization, probably here to clear it up."

Haiming nodded, and then said again, "Since you are purging your own people, why do you want to kill a woman?"

He was very puzzled when he heard what the police said just now.

It stands to reason that these gangsters generally don't make extra troubles, and they don't treat ordinary people casually.

"Others are like this, but this person is different." The policeman sighed, and seemed annoyed, and handed the photo to Heming, "His name is Eliou, and he is famous among the top ten families as a madman."

"Crazy?" Haiming was taken aback.

"This person has no principles. He will not give orders to anyone, nor will he be restrained by anyone. What he does is only based on his own mood."

As he said that, he reached out and poked the smiling evil face in the photo, "Every time he shows up, the police are in a hurry."

Haiming let out an "oh", but kept his eyes fixed on the photo.

When he first entered the police station, he aspired to be a righteous hero since he was a child. He clearly distinguished the good guys from the bad guys. Obviously, the name Elliot had already entered his blacklist.

Seeing that Haiming was staring at the photo, the old policeman took it back from his hand and put it in his pocket.

"Don't look, you'd better hope not to meet him, or you will suffer."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and rested.

Haiming was a little dissatisfied, pursed his lips, and turned to look out the car window.

Although it was just a flash, he felt... as if he saw... Elliot just now?

……

Elliot, who was standing at the crossroads, had an uneasy face at this moment.

The man sitting in the car on the side of the road, the car window was only rolled down a little bit, revealing a pair of sharp and steady eyes.

"How many people are left?"

The man asked in a calm voice.

Elliot leaned against the car, humming, "Two bosses."

Leonard took out a cigarette and lit it, then threw one out of the car window to Elliot.

Only then did Elliot's expression soften a little, he lowered his head to the window with a cigarette in his mouth, "give me a fire."

Leonard was expressionless, he lit himself first, and was about to hand out the lighter, but Elliot came over and took a few puffs from the cigarette butt on Leonard's mouth and the cigarette butt in his own mouth.

Little sparks flickered and ignited.

Elliot stood up straight, let out a breath, and smiled angrily.

"Only you will be 2 hours late after asking me to meet."

He was waiting to kill.

Leonard didn't show any introspection on his face, he just said, "I didn't count the time for the meeting."

After finishing speaking, he didn't intend to explain any more, and just dropped a sentence, "The last two people, please clean up."

After finishing speaking, the car window was rolled up, and the car drove away.

Elliot was smoking a cigarette, squinting at the leaving car, then turned his head helplessly, saw a cute little boy standing by the side of the road, raised his eyebrows, and laughed.

"Hello, do you have time to have a cup of coffee with me?"

Haiming stood across the street, looking seriously into Elliot's eyes, and paused every word, "Elio, I want to arrest you on suspicion of murder."

Elliot blinked, and the air seemed suddenly quiet.

The author has something to say: Leonard and Elliot's extra episode has started!In addition, the "Mengai" next door is on the list, and it will be updated every other day. =W=

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81. Chapter 2 ([-])...

"Haiming!"

A policeman stepped out of a police car parked not far away, both of them were wearing plain clothes, and Elliot recognized each other with just a glance.

"Officer Charl."

Elliot smiled evilly, walked across the street with a grin, took the cigarette from his mouth with one hand, and stretched out his hand at the same time.

"Long time no see, I heard you got promoted recently?"

"Mr. Elliot." The old police officer was a little uncomfortable, reached out and shook hands with Elliot quickly, and then let go immediately.

"You're really joking. I'm almost reaching retirement age."

The implication is that he doesn't want to make any trouble at this critical moment.

Elio nodded with a smile, and turned to look at the little man who just reached his shoulder.

"Who is this……"

"Oh, let me introduce." Charles coughed, reached out and patted the man's shoulder, "His name is Heming, from the Christie family."

"Christie?" Elliot raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This surname is not common in Italy, it can't be that Christie..."

"That's right." Char nodded, "That's Christie."

Elliot put away his playful gaze just now, and looked at Heming seriously.

Haiming looks very young, with a righteous face, brown hair curled on top of his head, and light-colored eyes looking straight at Elliot without any hesitation.

"The members of Christie's family are all first-class heroes." Elliot looked at Charl, "The ancestors have been policemen for generations, right?"

It seems that there are still land, sea and air.

Char nodded, reached out to take off his hat, and scratched his head.

"Haiming was brought up by his grandfather since he was a child, and he is very...well...worshiping the police.