[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

? It is said to have happened while Nino was playing cards.At that time, he was sitting at a table with his deputy and two other mafia guys. They were playing bridge, and Nino felt sick to his stomach and went to the dormitory to rest.When he got up and walked unsteadily toward his room, something terrible happened.Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, followed by his ears, nose, and even his eye sockets. Nino wiped it with his hands blankly amid the screams of others, and the surrounding mafia found him There are still many internal organ fragments in the blood spurted from the mouth.

"The death was terrible! He died on the spot! Nino was still holding on to his deputy before he died. The mafia was mad, but they didn't know who to turn to. The doctor couldn't give the cause of death for the time being. I only found out after dissecting the corpse, but the Mafia doesn’t allow it, thinking it’s a blasphemy against the dead.” The boy in the wheelchair described it to Tom with joy.Once O'Reilly entered the lounge hall, he didn't know where he went. Because of Nino's sudden death, everyone was a little nervous, and the prison guards were the same, afraid that the group of prisoners would take advantage of the chaos and do something.

"There are so many accidents recently." The wheelchair boy said with emotion, "It was Karimu before, but now it's Nino's turn."

"What's wrong with Karim?" Tom frowned. Karim Said was the chief culprit of their riot. Wouldn't it be chaotic without him to lead the group.

"It seems to be a heart disease." The black youth in a wheelchair, who is regarded as a know-it-all because he is proficient in news in the prison, shrugged. His hair spread out like instant noodles, "I heard that it is caused by genetic hypertension. of."

Then he whispered mysteriously to Tom in a low voice: "And it is said that Karimu refused to take the medicine on the grounds that it would damage his sanity."

Before Tom could express anything, he straightened up and pushed his wheelchair away as if nothing had happened. Before he left, he muttered: "Anyway, they're all crazy, so it doesn't matter if they're sober or not."

Tom thought for a while, and caught a few prisoners to inquire about O'Reilly's whereabouts, but before he could find the guy who slipped faster than anyone else, he saw Groves first.

He was stalking a man, and that man was O'Reilly, who was talking to Nino's deputy, Owens.

Tom walked over quickly and grabbed Groves' hand. His palm was clenched into a fist, and a pencil was sandwiched between the middle and index fingers. Who knows where he got it, the pencil tip It is ground very sharply, and can easily penetrate into a person's body or eyes.

"What stupid thing are you doing?!" Tom asked angrily, grabbing Groves' wrist and dragging him to the stairs.If he hadn't happened to see him, O'Reilly would probably be lying on the ground with a pencil stuck in his body by now!

Groves's brown eyes are wide open, glassy in the pale fluorescent light, and his expression has a cruel innocence: "Damn him." His voice is soft and chilling.

Tom shook off his wrist, and glanced calmly at the hand holding the murder weapon that was obediently hanging beside his master's thigh at this moment: "Nino just died, you choose this moment to go crazy."

Groves slowly tucked the pencil back into his sleeve, caged it, and repeated, "Damn O'Reilly."

Tom was expressionless: "He can't die." If O'Reilly died at this time, the few of them would be excluded from the circle of riot leaders. Mention, then what's the point of him doing this.

Ever since he listened to Hannibal's advice last time - "let the followers come to you by themselves", Tom has been thinking about how to get his name on the front pages of the major newspapers, even though his group of subordinates are not Will definitely read the Muggle papers, but, whenever possible, must try.Besides, although pure-blood wizards don't live in the Muggle world, they will occasionally pass by the Muggle world. If they see their names at that time, then the plan is equivalent to a success.

For this reason he will not allow anyone to sabotage this riot.

Thinking of this, Tom raised his eyes and looked at Groves indifferently, emphasizing: "I don't care why you want O'Reilly to die so much, but he can't die before the riots."

Groves pursed his lips like a child, and agreed with resignation.

Tom turned around and was about to walk away, but was stopped by him again. Groves explained to him seriously: "O'Reilly is a bad guy and he should die."

Seeing this guy seriously say that another guy who is also a bad embryo is a "bad guy" Tom is a bit subtle. Who here is not a "bad guy" defined by society?Didn't he himself?Speaking of which, what was the reason for Groves to kill his parents?He must have wanted to do this for a long time, and there must be a flashpoint that made him really do it.

"Gloves, how did you kill your parents?"

Gloves blinked, his eyes were clear and clean: "Mom and Dad wouldn't let me watch cartoons, they drove me away to watch the news. I smashed their heads with a hammer."

"..." Tom went away at once without hesitation—it was no use reasoning with a madman.

"Tom, Tom," Groves chased him from behind and whispered in his ear, "O'Reilly can't die now, but after the riot?"

"...if you can," Tom replied after a pause.O'Reilly is a tricky person. All the people who tried to kill him before were killed by him in advance——Dino, Keen, Nino, who else?In short, that guy can kill people with a knife, and get rid of all the people who threaten him first.It's just that Groves' intention to kill him has not yet been discovered. Once he realizes it, O'Reilly will not show mercy.

No matter who it is, as long as he threatens him, he can get rid of him without hesitation, including Tom himself who is fighting with him now.

Tom pouted, and glanced out of the corner of his eye at Groves, who obediently followed him with a blank expression. It was too early for him to kill O'Reilly.

On the other side, Mike Minus was holding a file with a face full of pain, and he felt his head was going to fly with anger.Again!Hell it again!The higher-ups have to give him troublesome prisoners every time!It's as if he is some kind of garbage treatment plant here!Didn't you see that the Emerald City has been messed up by Karimu and others who were sent in earlier?Ever since Tom Riddle entered the Emerald City, the Emerald City has stopped every day!What's even more hateful is that every time things seem to have nothing to do with Riddle.

Mike Minus gritted his teeth, feeling that he shouldn't have compromised and allowed Riddle to enter his Emerald City!Fortunately, Riddle has not been sent out yet, Hannibal is being talked to by the FBI every day, and O'Reilly is having a heated fight with the prison guards. Jim Moriarty!

The warden stood at the window, opened the shutter blades with his fingers, and looked out. The blades were covered with dust, and when the light came in from the outside, it was divided into bright lines and evenly distributed on the ground: How long is Mike Minas Didn't pull this thing up?Every time he entered here, he felt extremely dark.The warden turned his head and looked at the man who was still sitting on the chair staring at the file in his hand, thinking: Should I give this subordinate a vacation to let him relax.After all, in just a few months, Mike Minus has changed from an energetic and ambitious Doctor of Criminal Psychology to this depressed guy now. His face is covered with stubble and his hair is cut almost bald. It didn't give him the tough temperament he wanted, but he looked even more depressed...

"Mike, don't let Ozzy assimilate you." The warden pointed out to his subordinates, "I know that staying with those scumbags for a long time will inevitably make you upset, but you have to learn to regulate yourself. I heard that you have room and board Oz?"

"What?" Mike Minas raised his head blankly, puzzled, "Yes, my apartment is far from here, so it's convenient to live here."

The warden withdrew his hand to open the blinds, wiped his dusty fingers on the same dusty rag, turned around and sighed: "This is what I'm worried about, why don't you go out for a walk? Parks, cinemas, libraries, boulevards, anywhere is fine, even if you want to travel to other places, I can also approve your leave."

"No, Ozzy can't live without me." As soon as the warden finished speaking, Mike Manus rebuffed, and he frantically played on the cover of the file with his hands, "Now the point is this! Jim Mo Riati? What are they doing in England? Why are they sending their prisoners here one by one!"

"Who knows." The warden shrugged. "We will never know what those British people are thinking. In short, we will accept them as soon as they are sent. It will not be so easy to go back."

Mike Minus immediately protested: "I didn't agree to put this guy in the Emerald City!" He pointed to the young man in the photo with his chin resting on his chest and looking at the grinning young man with dark eyes, "In the previous one Isn't Del enough? Now let's send in the godfather of crime!"

"As I said before, if you don't want Oz to be cut off from water, electricity, and food, you have to compromise. This is what the higher-ups require." The warden pointed to the ceiling with his index finger, "I can't go to those people to protest. "The subtext is, you should obediently submit and accept the person.

The muscles on Mike Minus' pointed face twitched. He angrily took out a pen from the pen holder and quickly signed the document at the back of the file. The scribbled signature was handed to the warden, and when the latter reached out to accept it, he shrank his hand back: "I have a request."

The warden raised his eyebrows: "Say."

"Put Moriarty in other districts first. Oz has been in a mess recently. I need to... tidy up to welcome the arrival of this 'professor of crime'."

The warden looked at Mike Minas's face with a half-smile and compromised: "Well, I hope it will be as soon as possible."