In the days when Xiongying was undercover [Comprehensive]

"What a wonderful person."

After Poltz agreed, Poltz was taken out of the ghetto by the doctor.

He sat in the car and watched the slums go away.

The doctor was sitting next to him: "The goal this time is to annihilate everyone in this organization. No one can be left alive. You should be able to do it."

This organization is very small, not many people, but there are about [-] people.

Such a task is a bit difficult for a fledgling rookie, but the doctor feels that Boltz can complete it.

The weapon he wanted was placed on Boltz's knee, not a dagger, but a pistol, just a standard knife he found at random, but Boltz looked at the knife and lowered his head in thought.

"can."

The word death is not far from Boltz, but it is very difficult for him to die. Killing people does not care who is killed.

The car arrived at the location very quickly. This is a small factory in the suburbs. There are only a few sporadic patrolling people outside. In addition to Poltz, there are other port mafia people who want to wipe Poltz's ass. | Shares.

In case Boltz let someone go, they can also take action to solve it.

The doctor gave Boltz a very detailed map and personnel distribution, and he memorized them all at a glance. He got down from the car with a knife, and his figure was clearly seen at dusk. Black is simply a living target.

Boltz didn't do anything to sneak in, but walked towards the gate of the factory with an unsheathed knife in his hands.

"Who!" The guard at the door pointed at Boltz with a wooden warehouse.

Boltz ignored them and continued to walk inside. The gatekeeper hurriedly notified the inside, and then fired the first shot.

In the empty suburbs, a gunshot sounded like a signal, and the port mafia people who were waiting outside heard only a burst of gunshots, and there was no other sound.

"Did that little girl be killed?" the person protecting the doctor asked uncertainly.

The two corpses were lying on the ground, the ground was stained red with blood. On the feet of Boltz were the new shoes given by the doctor, small black leather shoes, which were clean without any blood stains on them. Boltz walked around the two corpses. The corpse, hearing the sound of the trigger being pulled a second before kicking the door, hurriedly hid behind the wall.

It was the effort of the front and rear feet, and the iron door was riddled with bullets.

Boltz kicked the heavy iron gate away, and the two huge iron doors flew out like two pieces of white paper under Boltz's feet, and the people behind were caught by the iron without any defense. The door was pressed, and he lost his fighting power.

"So weak." Boltz stood on one of the iron gates, and jumped on it with a childlike innocence.

The weight of nearly [-] catties made the person below him vomit blood, rolled his eyes and passed out.

"9." Boltz counted, and there were still 22 people away from the number on the paper.

There were dense footsteps coming from the depths of the factory. After listening to it, Boltz moved away from the center of the door and stood in the shadow.

A total of 15 people came, all with guns in their hands. Boltz had nothing to hide. They quickly found Boltz. They were even a little surprised that the person who came over turned out to be a man who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old. little girl.

And he was holding a cold weapon.

Before they could say anything, the person standing at the front had already fallen. The culprit was the little girl who was standing by the door just now. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of them. The distance of 20 meters was shortened to the shortest in the blink of an eye, and the sharp knife easily cut off the head of the person closest to him.

Blood spattered the faces of Boltz and the people next to him.

This is just a one-sided massacre.

The guns didn't even work as they should, and the bullets fired indiscriminately didn't hurt the target at all.

"24." Seven more.

The task was simpler than Boltz imagined.

His excellent hearing allowed him to hear footsteps other than his own. There were quite a few of them, probably the remaining seven.

Boltz walked quietly, leaving behind only scattered corpses and splashed blood. Like a ghost, he quietly approached the room where the sound came from. Standing at the door, he could hear the sound inside more clearly. .

It seems to be arguing.

The rest of the people are all inside.

Just right, don't waste any more time looking for it.Boltz kicked away the tightly locked door as usual, and the three locks on the inside were as useless as noodles.

There was surveillance in that room, and there was even his current appearance in it. Boltz counted the number of people in the room and found that it was just right.

The bullets of the machine gun were fired in bursts, and Boltz's figure shuttled through the densely packed bullets. Only his hair was hit by the bullets, and a few hairs fell out.

The doctor waited outside for a while, and saw Boltz walking from a distance.

He was not much different from when he left, only the sticky blood on his body let the doctor know that he had just carried out a mission.

"It's been resolved, 31 people." Boltz wiped the blood on his face. The blood all over his body made Boltz look quite ferocious. Even if he didn't show any expression, his calmness was enough to make people shudder.

Even Mr. Dazai and the others were not so calm when they completed the mission and killed so many people for the first time.

This kid is a born killing machine.

The corner of the doctor's mouth hooked up, and asked others to check the scene. He lit a cigarette and handed one to Boltz in a symbolic way: "Would you like one?"

Boltz looked at the cigarette that was stretched out in front of his eyes, and took it in silence.

"It's better for little girls not to smoke." The doctor didn't expect Boltz to take the cigarette. Anyway, she didn't know how to smoke, and she just held it for fun. He took out a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him. Poltz: "Wipe your face."

"...Thank you." Boltz wiped his face. The blood-stained handkerchief could no longer be used, and the blood also seeped into his hair, but a handkerchief couldn't be wiped clean at all.

The doctor didn't mean to ask Boltz to change clothes. A little girl stood in the cold wind, showing her thin arms and thighs. The only thing that could be called clean was the pair of black leather shoes on her feet.

The subordinates who went to confirm the results of the battle returned soon, and brought back the purpose of their trip, a report.

"Then go back to the slums first."

It was getting dark, and when we arrived at the slums, the doctor fulfilled his promise and brought a lot of medicine to Boltz.

"Are you really unwilling to join the Port Mafia? You are very talented." When Boltz left, the doctor couldn't help asking: "Although the training in the Port Mafia is very tiring, at least you have enough food and clothing. It is warm, and there are doctors to treat injuries, and it is a platform for you to show your ambitions, and it can also make you stronger."

Boltz shook his head: 'I have other things to do. "

He carried the plastic bag of medicine and bandages, and returned to the shelter that was barely sheltered from the wind and rain.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke fell asleep again with a fever after he was full, and it was already night when he woke up. There was no sign of Boltz in this dark room, and there were no traces of treatment on the wounds on his body.

Boltz hadn't returned yet.

An unreasonable panic surged in Akutagawa's heart. He struggled to get up from where he was lying, and staggered out of the door while leaning on the wall. It was raging, and the fragile walls could hardly withstand such a heavy wind and snow, and there were no footprints on the snow at the door.

Boltz went out and never came back.

Have you escaped?Or is something wrong?

No matter which one is not what Akutagawa Ryunosuke wants to see, he clutches the wound on his abdomen that has been torn open because of his action just now, and wants to rush into the snowstorm to find someone.

No matter where it is, dead or alive, it must be found.

Boltz was protecting the pack of medicine that determined the life of Akutagawa Ryunosuke in his arms. Even though he was blown by the strong wind, except for the crackling hair that was blown up by the wind, he himself was not as stable as walking in such bad weather. people.

"Why did you run outside?" Seeing the black figure running out of the alley from a distance, a trace of surprise flashed in Boltz's eyes that rarely had other emotions, and he ran over quickly. Fished Akutagawa out of the snow.

"...Boltz?" Akutagawa was embraced by a cold and hard embrace, so close that he could smell the bloody smell coming from his body, his hair hurt when he hit him, but Akutagawa seemed to have found something Immediately relaxed.

"Why did you run out suddenly?" Boltz directly hugged Akutagawa horizontally, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this action. Akutagawa, who had a lot of self-esteem, struggled fiercely after being stunned at the beginning: "Don't hug like this me!"

"But there is a wound on the stomach, isn't it?"

Ancient creatures are too fragile, so fragile that such injuries can lose their lives.

Boltz handed the package of medicine to Akutagawa: "I found the medicine for you."

The author has something to say: I forgot to set up manuscript box 1555551! ! ! !