Chapter 12 012

Sitting in his office at his personal base, A looked at the information about the "childhood romance" that his subordinates had handed over.

Based on the information reported by his subordinates and the video footage recorded by the cameras attached to the five "decoys," "Childhood Lover" Vladimir does indeed possess remarkably outstanding supernatural abilities.

The superpower "Lolita" turns humans into little girls upon physical contact and turns equipment into cute and harmless "toys" upon contact. In close combat, physical training and equipment differences become irrelevant. As long as one is equipped with items such as gas masks in advance, one can unleash extremely strong combat power and the ability to handle dangerous objects...

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that you can get close.

However, even more important than Lolita's defensive capabilities is that Lolita is a skill that is very suitable for interrogation.

Even the toughest man is built on a well-trained body. No matter how strong-willed a person is, being "childish" will eventually be affected. The tender and fragile body of a child is always more susceptible to greater pain than a strong physique.

For the Mafia, this is truly an exceptional ability.

A squinted and glanced casually at his watch.

The interrogation, which he had just discussed with Sen Ou, and which he was fully responsible for, has been approved.

He had already reported to Sen'ou when he captured Vladimir; no matter how ambitious he was, he wouldn't tamper with such a major event.

However, as the first person to succeed, A also applied for the right to "negotiate" with Vladimir in advance.

While it was called a negotiation, A really just wanted Vladimir to join his camp.

However, considering the existence of "Lolita", it may not be possible to control her by force, which is why "negotiation" is necessary.

A narrowed his eyes, stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, and walked towards the basement where Vladimir was being held.

A strode past his numb and desperate subordinates, walked to the basement door, paused for a moment, and then gracefully opened the huge iron door.

Theoretically, he should have seen Vladimir tied to the ground after opening the door, but...

Upon opening the door, A looked at the rather luxurious solid wood tea table and three matching high-backed chairs directly opposite the door, along with the porcelain tea set on the table and the plush toys on the two chairs, and felt like she might have wandered into the wrong movie set.

And Vladimir... he was sitting in a chair facing the door, holding a tea set and making a pouring motion. Then he pushed the teacup in front of one of the dolls.

At this moment, there is already a teacup in front of the other doll.

Having witnessed all of this, A's face twitched again: "So you were just playing house?"

After standing at the door for a while and confirming that Vladimir had no intention of paying any attention to him, A walked up to him without a care and knocked on the table.

Yes, it is indeed made of pure wood.

"Could I have a chair?"

Upon hearing this, Vladimir, who was holding the doll, suddenly raised his face, tilted his head, and began to examine A.

A stood in front of the table, seemingly unperturbed by Vladimir's gaze.

A moment later, Vladimir's shoulders slumped as if deflated, and he kicked a large wooden crate from under the chair without saying a word, pouting.

The moment Vladimir lifted his foot, the wooden crate transformed into one of the other three identical chairs, wobbling gently as it came to a stop in front of the tea table.

A smiled, a smile befitting a victor.

Normally he wouldn't have such a good temper, but in the current situation... a small part of it is due to Vladimir's appearance. Even if you know that he is a man (and possibly a Russian giant), it's hard to dislike the actions of an eleven or twelve-year-old chestnut-haired girl.

As for the rest of the group... that's the composure of the victors.

A looked unabashedly at the few vents deliberately exposed on the ceiling, a confident smile spreading across his face.

Regardless of Vladimir's attitude, victory was his from the start.

“Well then, Miss Nabokov.” With her arms crossed, A casually sat down in the chair that had been made from a wooden crate—“Let’s make a deal.”

After a string of complicated and useless social phrases.

Vladimir lay bored on the table, fiddling with the intricately patterned teacup in his hand.

"To put it simply, you want me to join you... and not the Port Mafia, but just to join you, right?"

"That's right, as long as you help me..."

"Hey, you don't need to say anything more, right?" Vladimir, resting his chin on his hand, looked at A, who was talking nonchalantly, with considerable boredom. "It's basically just turning some guy into a little girl, then torturing or killing him, right?"

“Back in Russia, there was a bunch of guys like you hanging around me, I’m used to it.”

“In that case, it will make communication between us even easier.” A, slightly annoyed at being interrupted, didn't show it—“As long as you can help, I can definitely provide ample compensation, such as… exquisite tea and snacks.”

A picked up the exquisite but utterly dry teacup on the table and raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

Or perhaps a suitable "playmate"

Vladimir Nabokov, known as "The Child Lover," is the most famous pedophile in the world—and there is no other.

"I can guarantee that they are all real children, very well-behaved children."

As for the origin... I doubt it needs much explanation, right?

Looking at the confident A, Vladimir, who was slumped over the table, sighed once again.

"As long as there is edible matter, I will not lack tea and snacks. You don't need to worry about that for me."

“No need for playmates, I’m not that lonely.” With a yawn, Vladimir casually tossed the teacup in his hand to the ground.

With a crisp shattering sound, the teacup broke into pieces.

"I just told you that when I was in Russia, there was a group of people like you who fawned over me, right? What happened after I told you about them?"

With a gentle wave of his hand, light suddenly swept across the shattered fragments on the ground.

When the light disappeared, what remained on the ground was no longer broken porcelain shards, but extremely finely broken and scattered iron pieces and iron filings.

It is vaguely discernible that these iron pieces and scraps can be pieced together to form a steel kettle.

"After they were changed by 'Lolita,' I turned them into this."

Vladimir withdrew his hand from the teacup, a broad smile spreading across his face.

"That's quite a beautiful sight."

Would you like to give it a try?

A's smile froze instantly, and her arm twitched slightly.

"Don't try to attack me." The hand that had been resting on the table exerted a little force, and the wooden tea table, which had been transformed from a wooden box, was once again enveloped in light, turning into a giant teddy bear.

A, who was originally trying to overturn the tea table, suddenly felt a lightness in his hand and caught the limp bear that was about to fall.

"I've always maintained a 'Lolita' image."

A's smile vanished.

“It seems Mr. Nabokov hasn’t quite grasped the current situation.” Standing up abruptly, A straightened his collar to hide his embarrassment—“Your life is now in my hands.”

“This door is made of pure steel, ten centimeters thick. Only I have the key to get in and out. Anyone else, even my subordinates, has to get my approval to enter. You said before that as long as there is edible matter, it's fine, right? I'm looking forward to seeing how long you can hold out without it.”

As A stepped out the door, he looked at Vladimir, who was still sitting upright in his chair, with a cold expression.

"I hope you can still be just as composed then."

After saying that, A turned around and walked out the door without any hesitation.

"close the door!"

"Yes...yes!"

The men waiting outside quickly closed the iron gate. Before closing it, they gave Vladimir a pitying look.

Then, the iron gate closed.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Vladimir, still resting his chin on his hand, tilted his head and suddenly revealed a slightly mocking smile.

—This guy seems to have absolutely no idea what a national warrant for arrest means.