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

Unsurprisingly, Giorno and Bucciarati get along very well.

Neither of the two children is the type to worry about. One is more gentle and considerate than the other, and they are so well-behaved.Yu Gongcui, who consciously acted as a guardian, watched from the sidelines, only feeling relieved, and silently shed tears of emotion.

Although the composition of the staff is a bit strange, but in terms of the number of people, it does look like a family of three.

While fooling around with various tasks given by Polbo in a non-provocative and honest manner, wishing to disappear from the cadre's sight, he acted as a caring parent of the two children.

But Bugarati is almost an adult after all, and the main object of care is Furry——

Feeding all kinds of snacks non-stop every day, hugging and hugging them high at any time, giving full play to the parenting experience accumulated from so many copies, and striving to heal Qiao Luno's childhood trauma.

【Lucky people use childhood to heal their lives, and unlucky people use their lives to heal their childhood. 】

Although Yu Gongcui is sure that his son is a little angel, but he still wants to try his best to dispel some of the cloud that hangs over the past.

When the child grows up and thinks back, what impresses me even more is that the sweetness and happiness of this period of time are enough to cover the indelible scar.

That's enough.

Surrounded by his old father's love, Giorno was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, his expression was full of concentration, and his lower legs shook slightly from time to time.

Yu Gongcui walked over with a cup of hot milk, and put it on the coffee table in front of him, beckoning.

"It can help you grow taller."

Both Jonathan and Dior were macho men with a height of over 1.9 meters when they were adults. The genes were there, so he wasn't too worried about his son's height.

Giorno is thinner than his peers, which is undoubtedly caused by the harsh treatment of the previous pair of scumbag parents.Feeling distressed, Yu Gongcui immediately accelerated the process of the nutritional supplement plan, as if she had already seen the scene where Xiaotuanzi would join the Macho Tiantuan in the future.

Because sugar was added, it tasted sweet, and Giorno didn't resist much, so he picked it up and obediently sipped it.

In the middle of drinking, he suddenly remembered something, and with a milk mustache around his mouth, he raised his round and ignorant green eyes like a small animal to look at the young man beside him.

"Where's Bugarati? Didn't Midori take his share?"

At the beginning, I was quite wary of the sudden appearance of Bugarati, for fear that this person would steal all the attention that should belong to me.

But as they gradually got acquainted, they finally softened their vigilance by being doted on by Yugong Cui as always, and the relationship with the former also improved, and developed towards the brother model that Yugong Cui expected.

He rubbed Giorno's fluffy hair, and couldn't help but glanced out the window.

"There have been a lot of things recently. Bugarati was called away by his boss, and he doesn't know when he will come back."

Unknown to him, something major should have happened inside "Enthusiasm".

The undercurrent under the ice surface is raging ragingly, and its source is all created by the Boss whose dragon can't see its head and tail.If it wasn't for the fact that Giorno was by her side, keeping a low profile as the top priority, Yu Gongcui probably couldn't hold back anymore, and went around to find out what caused the recent shock.

The deeply trusted Bugarati accepted Borbo's secret mission, and it was impossible for him, the titular team leader, to be alone, it was just a matter of order.

Yu Gongcui looked at Giorno's old-fashioned attitude of "I understand" and nodded, then picked up the cup again, raised his head and finished the milk, pulled a tissue in a funny way, and wiped him gently. Wipe your mouth.

"If I leave for a while later and Bugarati hasn't come back yet, can Giorno take care of himself?"

The bank/bank/cards and cash that are specially kept at home as spares, as well as the storage locations of various fast food, these are things that have been told to children many times.

Giorno, who had repeatedly rejected Yu Gongcui's proposal to hire a nanny, and who had been taking care of himself before, nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, I'm no longer a child of seven or eight years old."

Just as Yugong Cui, who couldn't help but laugh, was about to say something, the phone in her pocket was already buzzing and vibrating.

The premonition in his heart was fulfilled at this moment, he took it out and saw that it was indeed a message from Polbo.

In addition to asking him to leave immediately to meet at the designated location, he also gave a specific location—but surprisingly, that location was a prison in Naples.

The corners of Yu Gongcui's mouth twitched, remembering that when dealing with the assassination of this cadre before, Polpo sighed in annoyance.

What did the same impatient self say at the time?

"Anyway, you can't get out of the house, why don't you consider moving to the prison? That way there won't be so many annoying flies?"

Obviously, he dismissed this idea at the time, and even scolded himself with airs... I hope I think too much about this meeting place.

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After saying goodbye to Giorno, Amamiya Cui drove to Naples Municipal Prison without stopping.

After a heavy body search by the prison guards, he finally saw Polbo, who was sitting comfortably in a luxurious single room like a hill, reaching out to eat bananas from the refrigerator beside him.

The latter swallowed the whole snow-white pulp in one gulp, threw the banana peel aside, and greeted him vaguely.

"You're here. I had to move in reluctantly, but I didn't expect it to be quite comfortable."

"Because if you can't go out, there is no difference between prison and home."

Yu Gongcui complained angrily, glanced at the prison guard who had just searched her at the door out of the corner of her eye, and was sure that the guards in this cell had been bribed by Polbo.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked, "I always feel that I'm not very stable recently, and you said 'I moved in as a last resort'...Has the turmoil in the organization finally affected here?"

Polpo shook his huge head, wiped away the food residue around his mouth with a handkerchief, and denied this statement with a suddenly serious attitude.

"It's not that it was affected. The main reason I came to you is that after so many years of investigation, the organization thinks you are more trustworthy, so it is going to send you a very important task."

Yu Gongcui's heart skipped a beat.

The tricky taste is too obvious, and he doesn't feel that he is trustworthy in Polpo's heart anyway—not to mention that in a mafia that develops savagely like "Enthusiasm", being important often means danger.

Before he could think of a good way to refuse, Polpo over there had already made another sound.

"I recommended you to Boss. No matter what, there must be someone under my command. If it's not you, it can only be Bugarati."

"..."

Yu Gongcui cursed a bunch of obscenities silently, and put on a cold expression of lack of interest.

"What is the mission?"

While briefly explaining the relevant background, Polpo also gave an answer to the recent shocks in the organization.

Speaking of it, it seems that there is a subtle connection with Yu Gongcui.

The assassination team responsible for cleaning up the enemies for the organization and doing some shady work by the way, two of its members secretly detected the true face of the Boss. After being discovered by the latter, they ordered the personal guards to execute them in the most deterrent way without hesitation.

But things didn't end there.Afterwards, the boss recalled the vest that was almost stripped off several times over the years, the sniper who seemed to disappear out of nowhere after attacking him, and the guy who successfully escaped from the pro-guard two years ago. The more he thought about it, the more he felt , Some people who plot evil are hiding inside the organization.

As for the assassination team that had just caught two traitors, they had both strength and motivation, so they were undoubtedly the most suspected.

I wanted to simply clean up the entire team, but after all, he is a senior killer who is a stand-in envoy for all members, and it will not be easy to find enough people to replace him in a short while.

So the boss made such a plan in a flash of his mind.

Pick an unlucky guy from his subordinates, and send him to the assassination team under the name of his confidant to observe and guide.

If he is alive, it means that his name can temporarily deter these rebels, the cleanup can be postponed, and information can be sent back regularly, and the assassination team does not dare to be too blatant in small actions.

It's even better if it's dead.Zuo Shi was suspected of evil intentions, and finally caught the moth hidden in the organization, and he could wield his butcher knife more happily.

When he was worried that there was no suitable candidate, Bo Erbo, who had always wanted to kick Amamiya Cui away and let Bugarati be officially promoted to the team leader, shared his worries with the leader, and strongly recommended his subordinate.

With a big wave of the former's hand, the unlucky Yu Gongcui was promoted from the insignificant captain of the fishing squad to the leader of the confidant, and was about to be transferred to the assassination squad, becoming a freshly released observer.

Polpo put on a caring look, and handed out a document through the narrow doorway.

"This is a new identity arranged for you. Get familiar with it first. After all, the previous one was related to members of the organization, so it can no longer be used."

Yu Gongcui, who took it silently, paused, and suddenly noticed something.

"Are you going to fake my death?"

"It doesn't matter." Popo didn't care, "Don't say you don't have any people you interact with at all. Even if you do, you must make way for the organization's plan."

"I will announce to the public that the team leader Lamy accidentally died during the mission, and Bugarati will take over your position. From now on, Boss will contact you directly... Correspondingly, the usual attention to you will also be strengthened."

Grabbing the snacks from the side and stuffing them into his mouth, Polpo cast a sideways glance at the silent subordinate outside the glass.

"You see what I mean?"

The organization can monitor the network and telephone lines throughout Italy. If there is any clue that Yu Gongcui is not cooperating, the leader will deal with him faster than the assassination team.

The materials are already in hand, and the right to say no has long been lost.

Yugong Cui flipped it hastily, and under the appearance of reluctance, his brain was spinning rapidly.

If he could use the help of the assassination team to escape from the suspended animation of "enthusiasm", he could justifiably return to Pengo Lie and end the depressive life that he could only carefully hide from Giorno.

It's dangerous, but it's also an opportunity.With the help of the system's capabilities, it may not be impossible.

After making up his mind, he snapped the folder shut.

"When?"

Polpo's answer was succinct: "Now."

Before going out, Yu Gongcui deliberately turned her head and warned.

"Anyway, tell Bugarati in private, I'm still alive."

What responded to him was Polpo's subtle look.

He neither agreed nor refused, but just sighed thoughtfully.

"...I didn't know that the relationship between you two has become so good now."

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According to Yu Gongcui's judgment, it is very easy to stimulate the members of the assassination team who are already dissatisfied with the boss to attack him, as long as they provoke him a little.

As long as the occasion is right, even within a week, the boss will receive the news that the confidant he inserted has died unexpectedly.

After returning to Vengley, he tried to pick up Giorno and Buccarati, and this passionate mess had nothing to do with him anymore.

Although the plan was well arranged, it took a lot of effort to find the address given in the information. Yu Gongcui stood on the remote trail with muddy water and looked up at the old self-built building in front of him. Looking around at the exposed and dilapidated exterior walls of the surrounding buildings, with layers of mottled leaflets on top of them, he couldn't help falling into silence.

Even if it was a disguise for Da Yin to hide in the city, this environment is too bad.

After briefly checking his equipment and confirming that everything was fine, he poked the system secretly to remind the latter to be ready to draw cards at any time, then walked forward and knocked on the door lightly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the sound of tuk tuk sounded, the wooden door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

"Oh, the pizza is delivered, isn't it! It's pretty fast today—"

The young man with his head sticking out wore a pair of red square glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his curly short blue hair stuck to his scalp in strands.

After looking at Amamiya Cui, who was obviously not here to deliver pizza, she said "Huh?" in surprise, and the original interest instantly turned into impatience and irritability beyond words.

"Have you knocked on the wrong door? There is no one you are looking for here!"

Yu Gongcui took a step forward when he was trying to slam the door shut, and firmly pressed against the wooden door with a gap of half a person's width left. She smiled at the violent young man who raised his eyebrows inconceivably and his whole face began to contort.

The laziness of the companion's inquiry has already floated in the room.

"What's the matter, Gacho?"

"Mr. Jiaqiu?" Yu Gongcui repeated the other party's name, still maintaining a gentle attitude in line with etiquette, and said his purpose of coming, "In fact, I am here to find you."

"Boss should have told you that he will send someone to the assassination team?"

He was pretty sure his voice was clear enough to be picked up by the other assassins behind the door.

The expression on Jiaqiu's face was originally like a volcano about to erupt, but after he declared his identity, it was abruptly frozen and covered with a thick and heavy cloud.

Only the increasingly prominent blue veins on his forehead showed that his inner activities were obviously not as calm as the surface.

There was no sound in the house, and Amamiya Cui could almost imagine the scene of other people either looking solemn or looking at each other.Convinced more and more that he, the airborne monitor, is the thorn in the side of this group of people, and it has only been two days since he was dealt with, the smile on the corner of Yu Gongcui's mouth became more and more real.

He tapped twice on the still deadlocked door panel, breaking the silence.

"Won't you invite me in?"

Jiaqiu flicked his fingers holding the doorknob twice, but in the end he backed away stiffly.

Yu Gongcui thanked her, quickly dodged in, and closed the door behind her backhand.

The light in the small living room was slightly dim, and there were five or six people standing or sitting on the ground, all men between the ages of 30 and [-].While being scrutinized by Yu Gongcui, he also unabashedly scrutinized the outsider who broke in suddenly.

The strong malice full of resistance made it difficult for people to breathe.

Yu Gongcui took out the cigarette case from her arms, took out a cigarette and held it between her lips, but did not light it.

As if he didn't notice it, he frankly let everyone look at him, fiddled with the silver lighter in his palm, and made suggestions in a casual tone.

"Since we are going to work together in the future, why don't you introduce yourself first?"

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was tense and suffocating.The most immature of the group, the young man with a short neck and a hairstyle like a potted plant, obviously didn't understand the situation at all, and after meeting Yu Gongcui's eyes, he subconsciously made a sound.

"Uh, um, hello, first time meeting, I'm Bessie..."

Then he was hit on the head severely by the dark-faced blond man in a suit next to him.

"Bessie, Bessie, Bessie, Bessie," the upright man rubbed his younger brother's head hatefully, as if he wanted to make the potted radish smarter in this way, "When will you really Mature!"

The radish head over there held his head aggrievedly, muttering "Brother Proxieter" pitifully begging for mercy, while Yu Gongcui, who was the instigator here, was unconscious, repeatedly suppressing his hand that wanted to light a cigarette, and moved to the side. The slender purple-haired youth who was holding the computer on the sofa nodded.

"Which one is the captain? Anyway, let me say hello."

The latter played with his long purple hair that fell to his shoulders, and smiled playfully in his left eye, which was exposed from a gauze blindfold and not covered by long bangs.

"Captain? Hey, I heard the movement here, and I've already come down."

"Meloni."

After hearing this slightly warning scolding, the young man named Meloni retreated to the sofa with the computer in his arms, and made a gesture of zipping his lips.

Yu Gongcui followed the sound and looked up the solid wooden stairs in the corner of the room, and saw a pair of black boots appearing at some point across the top of the handrail.

The man stopped Meloni from continuing to speak with a deep and solemn voice, and then paused for a while on the stairs.

"What happened to Gerrard and Solby... the rest of the assassination team didn't know about it. It was indeed my negligence as the captain for not knowing about their movements."

Gerald and Solby.

It's the two unlucky guys who investigated the identity of the boss and were caught and sliced.

Amamiya Cui watched as the group of arrogant guys with different personalities in the assassination team built their majesty. The man who overwhelmed all the members and became the captain walked down the stairs slowly and silently, gradually revealing his legs wrapped in black and white trousers and a corner of the black cloak .

"Boss wants to test us, so it's understandable. Since you are his confidant, you will definitely report the truth and reflect our loyalty, right?"

The upper body is not wearing any inner clothing, but the windbreaker is simply fixed with two crossed belts, and the strong and smooth muscle lines are all exposed/exposed.Yu Gongcui silently estimated that the real height of the other party must have exceeded 1.9 meters, even if it is so far away, it still brings an extraordinary sense of oppression.

"We will not interfere with your mission, and we hope that you will not interfere with ours. If there is a business conflict, someone will inevitably be injured, and that is a scenario neither of us wants to see—"

He gently warned himself not to meddle in the internal affairs of the assassination team, just as a decoration.Yu Gongcui thought, but hearing this tone, it seems that she doesn't want to get rid of herself and rise up?

"I assume that you have agreed. Then have a good time in the next time."

As the man said so, he finally revealed his full view from behind the cover of the stairs.

The brim of the black hat is decorated with spherical ornaments, and a few strands of silver hair stick out stubbornly from the edge of the fabric, reflecting bright light.The raised eyes, with their rare black sclera and red iris, are haunting and eeriely beautiful at first glance.

——The moment their eyes met, Amamiya Tsui involuntarily opened her eyes wide.

His cross-dressing can deceive unfamiliar people, but after all, it is not a change of face. For relatives who have been with each other day and night, they cannot be deceived no matter what.

And from the other party's gradually stiff expression and rapidly changing eyes, Yu Gongcui realized that this person had undoubtedly recognized herself.

He closed his eyes resignedly, and raised his hand to support his forehead.

I met my little uncle who had been away from home for seven or eight years.

I thought he was a good elder who was forced by life to join the gangsters and stick to his heart, but his character was set up as an ambitious and powerful captain who wanted to kill the boss;

He thought I was a worry-free kid who joined a classmate's company right after graduation, but my personality was set up as a snitching machine trusted by the boss.

Ask, how should this situation be handled? ? ?

Now looking at each other in blank dismay, the atmosphere is very embarrassing, I ask enthusiastic netizens to help me out with an idea.

Waiting online, very anxious.