[Tutor] I'm really just a weak dodder flower

Rokudoku took out an umbrella from the back seat of the car and put it on top of my head.

Actually, he doesn't need an umbrella, the hat of the Avengers uniform has a wide brim, at least I don't get water in my eyes.

I fumbled another cigarette from my pocket and stuffed it into my mouth.

The smell of men's perfume lingers around us, and I even wonder if this person has used up half a bottle of perfume.

"Let's smoke less," the hand wrapped in leather gloves stuck out from behind, and the young man with different-colored eyes slowly took my lighter, "I'm getting old fast."

I was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "Finally, you stopped telling me that smoking has rotted my lungs."

"It's useless to say it," he replied while putting the lighter in his pocket, "you won't listen."

I bent down laughing so hard, biting my cigarette holder, I thought this guy was really boring.The scorching bullet rubbed against the brim of the hat and hit the bulletproof glass of the car. The car equipped in the Avengers Prison has quite good protection performance, so the bullet failed to break through the window, leaving only a mesh crack.

I straightened up abruptly and looked ahead.

The boy in the gray coat stood in the rain, holding an old-fashioned firearm that was sold cheaply on the underground black market in his hand, and there was still a little smoke from the muzzle.Obviously, the bullet just now came out of his gun.

It took me nearly half a minute to recognize the person in front of me.

The Marino family has a tradition of adopting orphans.Orphans raised from childhood are more loyal than those with families.The cadres of the combat department are keen to bring back the orphans they fancy from the slums of various places to raise them. The children brought back are often very obedient. To them, the person who takes himself out of the dark hell is a great hero .

The boy in front of him is one of them.

He was brought back to Marino by his brother.At that time, I was still in middle school, a boarding school, so I was not involved in this matter, and I don't know exactly under what circumstances this boy was brought back to the family.

All in all, he was regarded as his brother's confidant during his lifetime.

When Marino disintegrated, the family members died scattered. Some of those who survived the fire merged to other families to beg for food, while others chose to return to their birthplace to return to normal life. .

The people in front of them basically had no choice but to go back to the slums.

He is still young, there is no family to take him in, and there are not a few orphans who are in a similar situation to him. If they go back to the slums and hug each other, they can barely survive.

I'm not a good person, and adopting orphans was not my idea, and I don't feel responsible for the lives of these people.What happened to them after the disintegration of the family, I can only express sympathy rather than guilt.

Cecilia is just a layman, let me shine the light, put myself in suffocating darkness for these adopted orphans, I don't think I can do it.

I didn't ask them to treat me respectfully for the sake of Marino's adoption, and it wasn't me who adopted them, but I really didn't expect that the boy in front of me would point a gun at him and make gestures. .

"Are you here to avenge your brother?" I still had a cigarette in my mouth, which made my voice a little slurred.

The other party didn't speak, and straightened his arms and raised the weapon in his hand, as if answering my question.

"You shouldn't look for me if you want to avenge him," I said with a smile, "I wasn't the one who killed him. If you want to find him, you have to go to Kalu Kasha."

That is of course impossible. Kalukasha has long been eroded by Milfiore, and the old department either surrendered to Milfiore or defected to Pengoile.If you want to avenge someone, you must first find someone to avenge.

This object no longer exists.

Because of this, people in front of me will find me.

The whole of Marino was gone, my father and mother died in the fire, and my brother was turned into loess.Even if I find someone to make a poster and write all the truth on it, not many people will believe me.

The so-called death does not tell, I am the only witness of the farce, right and wrong are up to me to decide.

Sometimes, the so-called truth is not that important, and all the survivors want is a reason to support their actions.For the survivors of the Marino family, "killing Cecilia" was the reason for their actions.

The boy was still looking at me with the gun in his hand, his arms were shaking a little.

I bit the sponge in the cigarette holder with my teeth, and made a muffled sound from my throat.

"Tell me, what's your reason?"

"They...they said, you ruined Marino." The boy's voice began to tremble, "I belong to Marino, and I want to avenge Marino!"

A bit of a boring reason.I think.

"If you're talking about setting Marino on fire, I did." I pushed my tongue against the cigarette holder, and the paper and sponge felt a little bad to the touch, which made me uncomfortable, "But I'm Marino Nuo's heir, when I burned Marino, my father and elder brother were already dead, and according to the rules, I am Marino IV."

I am Marino IV, the legitimate ruler of the Marino family, and I naturally have the right to decide the family's survival.

If a family leader wants to disband the family, does he need to greet the family members?

Of course it is not necessary.

The young man lowered his gun slowly.

Generally speaking, a child of this age is still a blank sheet of paper. He has not been contaminated with too much dust, and his perception of the world is still black and white.Besides, this person was not very determined from the very beginning, he didn't really want to kill me.

I don't know if his reason for not wanting to kill me has to do with my brother or, as he said, with Marino, but it doesn't matter.

I bit my cigarette and took out my wallet from my pocket and handed it to him.

"I don't have much money with me, you can take it," I said to him slowly under the surprised gaze of the other party, "Go buy a new dress, and buy some food... If you have friends, share this with them." It’s okay to divide the money.”

He wasn't doing well, obviously.

The boy's cheeks were sunken deeply, and his complexion was not very good-looking.The gray overcoat on his body had been patched several times, and some traces of cotton were still visible from the stitches.People in the slums have always dressed like this, and this kid came all the way from Catania to Palermo to "revenge".

The other party hesitated for a few seconds. He took my wallet, bowed to me, and turned his back on the way I turned back and forth.

"Is it really okay to just let him go like this?" Liudaomu asked, "Isn't such a child easy to be used?"

"He's my brother's old department." I smiled, took out a gun from my pocket, and gestured at the young man's back, "He was only ten years old when my brother fished him out of the slums."

"Are you relented?" he asked.

I spit out the cigarette in my mouth with a "bah", and knocked the trigger under the smiling eyes of the young man.

The boy's back paused for a moment, and then fell down in the pouring rain.

"What I mean is," I raised my foot, and crushed the cigarettes on the ground with the slender heels of my high heels, "my brother still wants to kill me until he dies—I hold a grudge, and there is no reason to let his old part live."

Cecilia is not a good person, let alone a savior who is full of compassion and light.

I know better than anyone the truth of cutting grass and roots.In the past two years of working in the Avengers Prison, I have seen a lot of people who came up to me for various reasons. At first, I spared their lives for the sake of Marino. Those people intensified and continued to come and kill me after recharging their energy.

Boring sympathy can kill you.

I don't want to die yet, so I can only ask others to die.

At least my marksmanship is still pretty good, which can ensure that they don't suffer much when they die.

The rain dripped down the eaves of the umbrella, and the cigarette that was crushed by my high-heeled shoes into a small wrinkle was soaked in the rain, turning it into a bleak black gray.

"Let's go, let's go back." I stretched out my hand to support Liudao Mukui's hand, "I only took half a day off, and Bermuda will quarrel with me if I go back late."

Counting the time, the funeral is almost over, so it's really meaningless to stay here.

Hearing this, Liu Daoku put away his umbrella, his hair was soaked with some rainwater, and it fell on the back of my hand, it was wet and cold.

"Would you mind driving a car for me?" I asked, "I'm too lazy to move."

"My pleasure, ma'am."