[Comprehensive] Happy Immortal

Vongola is not a small family, and Sicily happens to be a small place, so the result is that basically in every town, there will always be members of Vengola's family, and there will always be Vengola's base.

Although Pengo Lie is only a slightly developed family with no background, it has received financial support from many sources, and even the base area has much better housing than ordinary people.

So, the group went to Yao's small house.

"Please pick us up at dusk." G directly suppressed the possibility that his leader wanted to stay here for one night, standing outside and arranging many things.

The coachman bowed, said yes, and left with the prepared carriage.

Yao's room is on the second floor vacated by the landlord. It is not big, but it happens to be lived alone. There are no valuables in it, but it can be seen that the owner of this house is carefully decorating it to look like he likes.

"I thought you……"

"I thought you……"

The two sat facing each other, but spoke at the same time. After realizing that the other party was also talking, they fell silent at the same time. Two pairs of golden and green eyes looked at each other. Finally, the man in a suit and the boy in a white shirt They laughed at each other.

This kind of life is indeed very good.Giotto, who had envied this ordinary life style for a long time, stood up. He looked at the boy in front of him. The boy who hadn't changed since childhood had indeed grown up.

He gently stroked the boy's hair, and then pressed it into his arms: "Why do you say sorry? It's my fault."

He remembered the panic when he woke up from the wooden barrel alone, the confusion and fear when he saw the big bag of money, and the foreign language carved on the wooden barrel in a state of anxiety, he survived But I also lost a person who was always by my side.

I can feel the fear and grief of the person in front of me, such negative emotions that have been suppressed for ten years seem to explode at this moment.

Yao turned his head and looked at the side face of the blond leader who was much taller than him, then stretched out his hand, imitating how the other party touched his hair just now, and touched it back.

"Come here." He thoroughly learned the tone of the blond leader Zhong Er ten years ago.

The blond leader holding Yao was reminded of the memories of the second year of middle school when he was a child, so he had to stop when he heard the boy's laughter next to his ears. He was silent for a while, and began to learn about the little boy who didn't understand anything ten years ago. The jokes made by the illiterate when they were learning Italian, the leader and the gangster who played each other's foolish side when they were young almost laughed with tears.

"What are you doing...?" G opened the door and saw two big men hugging and laughing, almost dropped his cigarette.

Anyone who says taverns are the best places to ask for information is probably ignoring the real gray area of ​​the slums.

Sometimes the slums are not the gathering places of the poor, they are also the real places where gold is buried, and the news here can only be regarded as a means to make money.

"Giotto, put on your hat."

G and Giotto took off their suits and put on the whitishly washed and patched clothes prepared by their subordinates. Probably because they had been in the slums for a while, they have become the heads of the family and often communicated with the upper class. Giotto, who communicates with people, easily blended into this atmosphere.

In fact, it is hard to imagine that when the houses outside have been plunged into darkness and everyone is sleeping, there are still many lights on in the slums.

"Have you found the intelligence broker yet?" Giotto pulled down his hat and hid his conspicuous blond hair. The two walked quickly along the street and looked at each other.

G nodded, the information provided by the informant has been completely remembered, but the most important thing now is not the information, he gestured towards Giotto, and then the two separated at the corner.

Someone followed them.The leader and the cadres, who had already experienced many battles, immediately chose to separate. It is much better for one person to go together than two people to solve their own problems.

At this time, it is not a good thing to pay attention to using wooden cang sticks. Fortunately, the people behind are not too stupid. Giotto does not intend to ask questions on his side. He is standing in the corner, just hiding in the blind spot of pedestrians. , the dagger in his pocket has been taken out by him, he doesn't look at the outside situation, and doesn't make any movements, just standing like an ordinary gangster, but unexpectedly blended into this dark environment middle.

This is the assassination method he learned from Spedo. As the guardian of the fog, he always has a unique talent in deceiving and hiding himself.

He closed his eyes, listened to the footsteps gradually approaching behind him, and began to become anxious. He estimated the distance between himself and the other party in his heart, knowing that the other party was at the corner, he opened his eyes suddenly, and clamped his arm The opponent's neck, and then hit hard with the handle of the dagger.

It is of course a good thing to be able to easily deal with the stalker. It is not a big deal if it is purely greedy for his money, but if it is a conscious pursuit...

He squatted down and checked the opponent's back, the position of the arm, collarbone or ankle.

"Sure enough..." He saw the imprint belonging to the family on the opponent's hand, but strangely, it was covered with a layer of black material, which was a mark of the imprint being covered, but such an imprint would only appear from defectors. above the body.

And no one wants to experience the consequences of defecting for themselves. Compared to dying in torture, it is much easier to be free and leave the family under years of surveillance.

He dragged the unconscious guy into a corner, and then covered him with sundries. When he turned to leave, a puff of purple-black smoke covered his body.

He stood at the entrance of the alley and looked at the situation outside. After confirming that there was no danger, he walked out quickly, but the surrounding scene became more and more strange, and the quieter he walked, even brought a sense of unnatural mist. If I have to describe it, I can only say that the surrounding environment is becoming more and more familiar.

His walking speed gradually slowed down, as if something was digging his memory, something was leading him forward, and finally he came to the small, messy wooden house.

That was the "house" he lived in ten years ago. It could barely cover the rain and snow, but in the cold winter, the wind was blowing in all directions. It was a terrible place to live, and it was also the place where he faced death. In front of the "house", stood a thin, dirty black-haired child.

"You..." Giotto stretched out his hand, but the child turned around suddenly, his messy hair blocked most of his face, but Giotto still recognized it at a glance.

That was Haruka, ten years ago.

The author has something to say:

The cp of the leader and the gangster!I can!I am a happy wall grass!

Going to change my pseudonym... just pray I don't get laughed at.