How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Italy, Naples.

Polbo, the cadre in charge of reviewing new recruits, grabbed a piece of pizza with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth. He waited until he wiped off the sauce on his hand with a towel the size of an ordinary person's bed sheet, and then pinched the pizza in front of him. The file folder is too small for its normal size, and it looks like an adult flipping through the miniature pictures he accumulated when he was young.

His gaze stayed on the photo in the upper right corner of the new member's profile page for a while, and he confirmed that the brown-haired boy with dark eyes and tight lips, who seemed rather unapproachable to strangers, was the same person as the one in front of him, and then slowly See the detailed section below.

Looking at it, I couldn't help stretching out the thick neck that was submerged in the chin meat and getting closer, squinting my eyes and reading aloud.

"Serial murderers running around in the Campania region? There are six murder cases confirmed by the police alone, but the reason why they had to run to [Passione] was because they accidentally offended the local family. Mafia?"

The boy opposite was wearing a long-sleeved sweater and his coat was zipped up to his chin, snorting softly, looking bored and listless at the same time.

"I can't help it. I found the gun on that guy when I cleaned up the scene afterwards. If I had known that I would get into such a big trouble, maybe I would have changed my target."

The local organization that makes the other party feel troublesome is just a small role for 【Passione】.Polbo grinned, and glanced at the outline of the short weapon at the opponent's waist that was covered by the clothes, and was very satisfied with the newcomer's various qualities.

Used to killing, with blood on his hands, trouble means nowhere to go, born to hide in the shadows.The organization is expanding rapidly and needs such new blood.

Having no doubts about the information that his subordinates collected and checked and sent to him, Polpo put it aside and nodded his huge head slowly.

"As long as you pass the assessment, you will be one of us."

The boy with dyed brown hair on the opposite side seemed to want to laugh. After realizing that he was not serious, he raised his eyebrows instead, making no effort to hide his unconcerned sloppy energy. He obviously didn't feel that this so-called assessment would cause him any trouble. .

"'Assessment', do you have to do the questions? Ah no, you are a mafia after all, you probably want to get someone's head. It doesn't matter, to me, it's just as difficult as taking a test paper! "

Although he was at an age of ignorance, but thinking of the information he had seen before, this man never tired of committing crimes under the nose of the police and repeatedly stimulated the nerves of the latter's crazy actions, Polpo still couldn't help labeling the boy with various Label.

The pursuit of excitement, indifference, and over-the-top detachment are simply unreliable spokespersons, completely on the opposite side of good subordinates.

However, it will be a knife with a good handle.

As for the examination method——

After thinking about it, he made a random decision, and pointed to the untouched water glass in front of the boy.

"Just take this back, and don't let the water in it spill out. After 24 hours, bring this cup back to me. If the cup is still full of water, it will be deemed as passing the assessment."

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Confused, she returned to the hotel with the glass in her hand, placed it in the center of the coffee table beside her, and after confirming that it would not be knocked over, Yu Gongcui let out a sigh of relief and fell down on the soft bed wearily. .

After acting in front of the cadres for so long, he is also very tired.

The identity arranged by the Pengelie family, in order to win the trust of others, highlights the sense of the end of the road, which seems to be a bit too hard.

Since the past is to be abandoned, it is better to play out the character according to the new script designed properly.The name, hair color, and appearance are all different from the original Amamiya Cui in all aspects, to ensure that even if unfortunately they meet the old classmates, they will never reveal their secrets.

What's more, a subordinate who has been considered difficult and difficult by his boss since the first meeting will undoubtedly receive less attention than his reliable colleagues.

Even if something goes wrong at work, it's more of a "I knew he was going to mess it up one day" rather than a "Is there something dark about this kid?".

This is the so-called no expectation, no disappointment.

Umi Amamiya, who successfully lowered Bolbo's expectations with Oscar-level acting skills, was lying on the bed, staring at the empty ceiling in a daze.

There were too many changes in the past, one after another was crowded in my mind, and now I have time to sort it out gradually.

Nearly half a month had passed since the day of the invasion of Vongola headquarters, and Amamiya Sui, who had been adapting to her new identity, had little time to think about Risut, so naturally she did not ask Kudaime to help her find it.

However, since I have also abandoned my past identity now, perhaps it is the best choice to let nature take its course and not meet each other again.

People always have to separate.

He closed his eyes and tried to comfort himself in this way, but in the end he was still brooding on his heart. In the end, he could only sigh silently, and decided to keep the mystery of his little uncle's whereabouts in his heart, and wait until the undercover business was over before doing the search.

and so--

He propped his hands on the sheet and sat up, staring at the ordinary glass of cold water.

What does this "assessment" that is so simple as to make people laugh mean?

If it wasn't for the fact that she knew that she couldn't make extra troubles, Yu Gongcui would have eagerly poured out the tea in it, and then filled it up to the faucet as it was, to see if it would have any effect.

As long as the amount of water is the same, whether it is the original glass of water, the difference will not be visible to the naked eye.

Staring at the clear liquid in the glass, Yu Gongcui finally overcame her curiosity, and after making sure that the doors and windows were locked and that no cat or bird would suddenly break in and knock over the glass, she opened it. With a newly bought mobile phone, I randomly ordered a takeaway from a nearby restaurant.

Half an hour later, the front desk called through the internal line, instructing him to go down to pick up the meal.

"Can't you send it up?" Yu Gongcui's acting skills are back online, complaining half-truthfully, "I will give a tip."

The front desk was tempted to be silent for a few seconds, but in the end he reluctantly refused.

"I'm sorry, we can't leave the work place without authorization. If the supervisor sees it, it will be troublesome... Please come down and pick it up yourself."

Yu Gongcui could only sigh and hang up the phone. After reconfirming that all protective measures were in place and there was nothing to worry about as long as there was no sudden earthquake, she hurriedly locked the door, went downstairs to get the takeaway and returned immediately, which was time-consuming. Less than 2 minutes.

However, as soon as he stepped on the last step of the stairs, the scene in front of him made his pupils shrink suddenly——

The door, which was carefully locked and hung with a "Do Not Disturb" sign, is now being left open casually.

There was also the sound of someone being busy.

Yu Gongcui rushed in, leaped over the sweeping truck lying in the door, and rushed to the tea table with the glasses at the fastest speed to try to save it.

However, he was still a step too late, and watched helplessly as the aunt in hotel uniform took the cup and poured the water into the trash can beside her.

The cleaning aunt put the cup aside, and was about to bend down to pick up the garbage bag when she was startled by Yu Gongcui who suddenly rushed in. She straightened her back in a panic, leaned her upper body back slightly, and looked over in amazement .

"You, this—the guest of 401, didn't you check out?"

Yu Gongcui stared at the empty glass on the table, reached out to take it, and looked down silently for a while.

"This is 301."

Auntie said "ah" slowly, and after she realized it, she couldn't help rubbing her rubber-gloved hands in embarrassment, and apologized repeatedly to Yu Gongcui.

"I'm really sorry, as people get older, their minds tend to get dizzy. Wait a minute, I'll go out after changing this garbage bag—"

The unspoken words stopped abruptly.

Like the slow motion in a movie, her brow seemed to be hit by some invisible sharp weapon suddenly, the skin was broken, the skull was bent, and the blood snaked down the arc of the face, and finally fell along the chin.

The divine light in her eyes slowly extinguished, and the woman still opened her mouth halfway. Before she realized what exactly happened, she collapsed to the ground along the legs of the table.

Danger!Danger!Danger!

Even though he didn't know what it was that made the attack, the alarm that sounded in his brain forced Amamiya Tsui to ignite the flame instantly.

While covering itself, it multiplies rapidly, forming a huge net in an instant, moving inch by inch in the room, trying to force out the invisible killer that may exist in the dark.

The purple flames that ignited out of thin air were far brighter than the noon sun, and the shadows in the entire room changed their direction, with Yu Gongcui as the center, stretching in all directions.

And about to be touched by the flame net avoiding the furniture, in the shadow of the cleaning truck behind him, the murderer who had just recovered the blood-stained weapon was slowly poking his head out, ready for the next attack.

The Hidden Blade hidden inside the forearm has popped out. This is the weapon he finally chose after two years of trying to make up for his inability to clench his fists.

Yu Gongcui looked down at the comatose aunt on the floor, whose life and death were uncertain. The blood flowing down the latter's forehead had already formed a small pool of blood under her body.

He has always been unwilling to see harm to ordinary people, but now Yu Gongcui is very convinced that such a change must be caused by the glass of water that Polbo gave——

If it was me who dumped the water glass unpreparedly, then the one lying there should be replaced by someone else.

Yu Gongcui lowered her expression, while concentrating on searching, she poked the system in her consciousness, expressing euphemistically that she wanted to make it easier.

"Come on, let me see where that guy is."

The system whimpered, and because it didn't involve its own interests, it suddenly seemed a little tired, trying to seize every opportunity to negotiate terms with the host.

【Well, about the number of raid targets—】

The fire net that had already swept three quarters of the room was suddenly broken by something, and an obvious gap appeared in midair.

Yu Gongcui's eyes were fixed, and she raised her sword to meet while avoiding sideways, as if parrying some metal weapon, the blade made a crisp "clang clang" sound, which was suppressed by unexpected force.

The flames of the entire room gathered again, trying to envelop the formless attacker—but in vain.Yu Gongcui raised her vigilance and held her breath. The flames once again formed a fine grid to sweep the room, but found nothing.

After the opponent launched an attack but failed to succeed, it seemed that he disappeared so simply and neatly.

Yu Gongcui, who was frowning, was moved in her heart, and reached out to touch her cheek.

There was a little red on the fingertips.

Because of the high tension in his mood, he didn't realize it. He thought he bounced off the attack, but he was actually scratched by that blow.

...Is that why you left?

Time was subjectively slowed down bit by bit, and in fact, only a dozen seconds had passed.Still maintaining that the flames in the room had never been extinguished, Yu Gongcui, who felt incomprehensible, rubbed the still wet blood on her fingertips, and looked around cautiously.

With a glance, he suddenly found something eye-catching on the white bedding of the bed.

A round orange ball, irregular in shape, somewhat oval in shape, about the size of a football, emitting a faint fluorescence that fluctuates with the rhythm of breathing.

Pretty sure it wasn't there just now, Yu Gongcui stared at it for two seconds, felt familiar, and poked the system again.

"Look at that ball on the bed, does it look like..." You?

As if he heard his complaints, there was no familiar electronic sound in his mind, but the sci-fi ball on the bed rushed to stand up, as if he had spent some time observing the surroundings, and then jumped desperately.

After repeated observations, she was convinced that the orange egg-shaped object that seemed to be very excited was indeed exactly the same as the one she saw every time she was in the system space. In addition, the system did not respond uncharacteristically. After hesitating, Yu Gongcui walked forward. Tentatively flicked the ball in the futon with the Hidden Blade.

As soon as he touched the latter, a sharper voice than usual exploded in his head.

【Invaded by a virus! ! !The system has been invaded by a virus!The firewall and virus database data are being updated here, please don't get excited, everything will return to normal after the antivirus is completed! ! 】

Yu Gongcui: "...I'm not excited, but I think you are."

The system choked and fell silent.Yu Gongcui turned around this more useless system twice with interest, and while receiving protests, she suddenly made a new discovery.

Behind the orange ball, there is an egg-shaped object that is mostly covered, with only a little edge exposed from the gap in the quilt.

He carefully pulled back the quilt, and saw an egg that was more like a real creature than the system—the color was also more in line with his own aesthetics. It was beautiful glass blue, dark blue mixed with a little purple.

You don't need to put your hands on it, you can feel the wonderful rhythm produced by the life that is conceived in it.

However, in addition to love, Yu Gongcui also had some doubts in his heart.

If the orange one is a bug caused by a virus error in the system, where did the blue one come from?

The system that he ruthlessly pushed aside with his left hand let out a faint sound.

[The system has updated the virus database!Besides, there's good... news? 】

Why use that kind of subtle questioning tone that makes people feel ominous.

Yu Gongcui straightened her waist, narrowed her eyes slightly, and was mentally prepared to bear all the blows.

【——That egg was just laid by you, the host. 】