Paul Verlaine quickly squeezed the note tightly.

Inspector Oscar Wilde couldn't even see his neck clearly. Seeing the other party's intention to hide, he suddenly thought of something, and said loudly, "That's a note for me!"

Paul Verlaine gave the dog a cold look.

Listen.

What did this man do before?

Looking for the wrong person, sending the wrong flowers, not even believing the real name of the lover, and trying to marry your brother after breaking up?Englishman, you look as confident as your former partner. How could my brother like this kind of person.

After belittling Oscar Wilde in his heart, Paul Verlaine admitted that the other party was a transcendent after all, not an ant, and his brother was blind for a time at most.

said Paul Verlaine mercifully.

"This is a message from my brother 'Rimbaud' who knew you would find me. You are a messenger at best."

"Brother...twin brother?"

Oscar Wilde pupil earthquake.

The appearance and figure of the two brothers are nearly 100% similar, but their temperaments are completely different. One is sunny and free and easy, and the other is cold and withdrawn. He thought the other was in a bad mood, so he became indifferent. How could he know that he found the wrong person!

A transcendent with dual superpowers in a family, the elder brother's surname is "Rimbaud" and the younger brother's surname is "Verlaine"?

Was the partner of the supernatural intelligence agent a pair of brothers? ? ?

"Yes, I just found out about my brother's whereabouts." Paul Verlaine laughed, his eyes no longer empty, "Also, don't get me wrong, my brother was never a member of the French government, that dead 'Athier Rimbaud' is someone else."

Oscar Wilde digested the information and said foolishly: "I believe what you said, where is he?"

Paul Verlaine left an afterimage on the spot, and suddenly appeared in front of Oscar Wilde. That handsome face that made people lose sight appeared in the eyes of the British, and the distance was very close.

Paul Verlaine took off his gloves, his fingers brushed against Wilde's cheek like a breeze, and dropped a sweet kiss on it.

The romantic atmosphere of the French is not inferior to that of the Italians.

The Assassin King bid farewell to the other party in a cold voice.

"In order to find me, my brother seems to have promised you some conditions. I will return it to you on my brother's behalf. You are not allowed to look for him again."

"How dare you appear in front of him."

"I'll kill you, Oscar Wilde."

After a few minutes.

Oscar Wilde's knees were weak, and he slid to the ground, staring blankly at the heartless figure of the Assassin King leaving.

"Rimbaud and Rimbaud's brother..."

He realized that he had been "used" by Rimbaud once.

Rimbaud knew that he was reluctant to destroy the ring and check the contents inside, so he put the ring on his hand.

Through him, the brothers established a long-distance connection.

I am their outsider.

Was it Rimbaud's fault?No, it was my stupidity that was wrong.

Oscar Wilde had a dreamy face, recalling the kiss just now, the Assassin King is another cold wind in the world of supernatural powers.

In this world, there are two winds leaving him.

The female entourage walked over cautiously and helped Oscar Wilde up. Oscar Wilde quickly straightened out the logical relationship and figured out the role he played, and that Rimbaud never lied to himself. He misunderstood the truth.

"Great!"

Oscar Wilde perked up.

"Mr. Wilde?"

The female entourage was confused by his surprise.

"Hey hey hey hey - let's go back."

Oscar Wilde let out a series of strange laughs, and raised his shoulder-length hair, which was darker than Paul Verlaine's blond hair.Blushes appeared on his face, he walked without looking at the people around him, stepped on high heels, and walked on the road of aestheticism.

[Brother Flower, that's great! 】

[You two are the most beautiful existence in the world! 】

The outside world does not know the relationship between Rimbaud and Verlaine, and the first to admit their existence seems to be the British transcender.

Oscar Wilde paid his French brothers his highest praise.

He was intoxicated by this unique experience.

--I love it!

Paul Verlaine found out the location of the large maritime city "Standard Island" and left Italy in a hurry.

He headed straight for the North Pacific.

Because the island is floating, it may change its trajectory at any time.

In the middle of Paul Verlaine's eagerness to see Rimbaud, a phone call interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Verlaine! I have found an incredible piece of news. There is a real resurrection event in Yokohama!"

"Really?"

Paul Verlaine was amazed that there were so many people in the world who wanted to be resurrected, but none of them were successfully resurrected.

Japanese intelligence dealers flattered the Assassin King: "Many people have seen the late former leader of the Port Mafia appear. His appearance is no different from that of a living person. The other party attacked many strongholds of the Port Mafia and left some threatening words!"

"In what this man said, he mentioned a young man, and I think it is very likely that Mr. Verlaine is looking for someone."

"I've memorized the content, and now I'll retell it to you. Mr. Verlaine should understand Japanese."

It has to be said that the Japanese are more attentive than foreign intelligence organizations, and the services they provide are very good.

Paul Verlaine concentrated his attention and listened intently.

The intelligence dealer said hoarse and cold words in Japanese: "——'I am back, I have woken up from the flames of hell, I want to talk to you face to face, if you refuse to come out to see me, I will arrest the person you care about boy!'”

Paul Verlaine's breathing stopped.

The good news he'd been waiting for for eight years... came before him along with the worst bad news.

Undoubtedly, someone said this to him.

"The Flame of Hell" is clearly directed, referring to the catastrophe that destroyed the Yokohama Concession, "waking up" means that the other party was not awake at the beginning, and may be seriously injured.

Eight years ago, he and his partner went to Japan to perform a mission, and had a dispute over the fate of the mission target, which triggered a "singularity" on the mission target, and a strong explosion leveled the surrounding area.He leaves wounded, thinking his partner was killed in the explosion.

After all, it was an old acquaintance who had been with him day and night for four years, Paul Verlaine immediately recognized whose tone it was.

The French intelligence agent is not dead!Survive the disaster!

[If you don't come, I'll arrest people! 】

Paul Verlaine had a headache.

seriously.

He really wanted to rush to Japan to find his younger brother, so that he would not fall into the hands of patriotic relatives and friends, and make a settlement with relatives and friends, but his elder brother was waiting for him on "standard island"!

Look for the older brother first, or the younger brother first?

Is he going to the North Pacific, or to the South Pacific?

After a few reminders, Paul Verlaine ended the phone call, his brows were frowned, and there were few annoyances on his face.

The happiness of both brothers came too suddenly.

Paul Verlaine was a little at a loss, struggling to choose between his brother and his brother.

"Brother, you find a way to defeat your relatives and friends again."

"I'll find you when I find my brother!"

Paul Verlaine believed that he was not the opponent of his former partner, and he might be caught by the net when he ran over.Therefore, the meaning of his going to his brother is extremely important: to join hands with his brother to rescue his younger brother!

The younger brother was thin and pitiful when he was a child, but his appearance must have changed a lot when he grew up, and he might not find someone right away.

but--

The elder brother looks like himself in the mirror!

Paul Verlaine made up his mind.

In the North Pacific Ocean, the Assassin King's heart has already flown to that island.

……

"what is this?"

On the way to Standard Island, Arthur Rimbaud encountered the magic of plastic surgery that modern people are keen on.

Seeing the "beauties" whose facial features are full of disharmony and who can only live under the filter, Arthur Rimbaud felt hot eyes and cleverly rejected their phone numbers.

Arthur Rimbaud was very satisfied with his face, and he didn't dislike it for being too good-looking and bringing him extra attention.

He was worried and didn't want to bear the identity of a wanted criminal anymore.

【I'm Arthur Rimbaud, not some assassin king, not Paul Verlaine, and not some wanted man from France! 】

Until he saw an advertisement for body training, a slim and fit woman on the pattern caught his attention.

What caught his eye the most was not the contrast between fat and thin.

But this woman's skin has turned black!

This society no longer regards whiteness as beauty, and the emergence of tanning technology has triggered another trend. The women in the advertisements have tanned themselves after successful fitness, and they are no longer typical Caucasians.

After successful tanning, her skin was evenly darkened and shiny, covering up the blemishes under the white skin, just like attractive chocolate.

Not only is she naturally beautiful and living a healthy life, but she also gets rid of the shackles of the past and becomes a beauty in the new era!

"Being black...does it have such a big effect?"

Arthur Rimbaud murmured, and walked over unconsciously.

It is recorded in "The Biography of Rimbaud".

Businessman Rimbaud likes to live in Ethiopia in Africa, and his skin was dark in middle age...

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