Chapter 104: The mysterious third-party force is so unfathomable and terrifying! ...

The Jesso family.

Compared to old Italian mafias like the Vongola and the Chiglionero, this emerging mafia family actually doesn't receive as much attention in the industry - especially for the Japanese public security, this far-flung mafia family is not their main focus.

Therefore, when Midorikawa Kei heard the name, a moment of astonishment flashed through his mind: An ally of the organization? An emerging Italian mafia, how could they possibly reach out to such a large extent? And if they were allies, then if Councillor Fujita's defection was connected to the Jesso family, wouldn't that be a direct trap for the organization?

The FBI has more information in this area than the Japanese Public Security Bureau. Moroboshi Dai has some basic understanding of the Jesso family, but this is the first time he has heard that this family and the organization are allies... and before they obtained the code name, this information was not open to them.

Although the conversation just now was brief, it revealed a lot of information: Gin obviously didn't like the so-called ally, and the other party's unauthorized taking away the organization's traitor obviously had no good intentions - the alliance relationship between the organization and the Jesso family did not seem to be harmonious.

The most important thing was the absence of the intelligence team during the operation. The intelligence and operations teams were supposed to complement each other. Even if Gin and Rum had a strained relationship, their competition shouldn't have completely ripped them apart... Rum led the intelligence team in making such a decision, and even with more leads, he allowed Fujita to flee to Italy...

The black-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly, already having a guess in his mind.

From what Gin had said, Rum was likely being punished by the boss for the mission's failure, while no one on the task force was being punished. This development undoubtedly conveyed a crucial message—the boss trusted Gin more, while Rum's stance was ambiguous. It was expected that there would be more bloodshed within the organization.

Although he had a good idea of ​​what was going on, Lei still needed to verify it. Aside from when his "master" was being reluctant, most of the time, he was mature, meticulous, and at ease.

"So, is this the end of it?" He clutched his sniper rifle, perfectly imitating the image of a cold and vindictive sniper. His gaze was stern. "Whether it's the dishonest ally or that rat—shouldn't they be taught a lesson, Gin?" "And those dragging down the intelligence team, are you just going to watch them act recklessly?"

As his temporary partner, Scotland was equally diligent: "Bourbon, who knew everything but kept it a secret, even got the codename at the same time as us—he concealed important intelligence, leaving us completely unaware of Fujita's move against the Watanabe family."

Although his childhood friend had actually exchanged information with him...but as a Scottish man, he should naturally be "completely unaware".

Ley and Scotland's reactions were perfectly reasonable, and even Vodka could fully understand their feelings. They were both on the rise, but their colleagues had caused their mission to fail. Anyone would be angry about this.

Vodka, who was very considerate and especially sympathetic to workers, stole a glance at his eldest brother. Seeing that he had a sullen face and looked too lazy to talk, he expertly took on the task of explaining for him. "The boss has the final say on how to deal with the people within the organization. It has nothing to do with you. As for Fujita, he's provoked the Vongola family and even went to the Jesso family. Both of the Italian mafias will not let him off easily."

"Provoked the Vongola? That Fujita is really brave." Chianti heard of this for the first time and applauded with a raised eyebrow. "That's the leading gang in the industry. What's the difference between going against them and being tired of life?"

"Hmph... the ones who have courage are the ones who work for him."

Speaking of this topic, Gin spoke up, a rare occurrence. He casually stubbed out his cigarette and gave a dangerous smile. "Heaven and Tyrant, there's an unknown person working with him... The Discipline Consortium is searching everywhere for that unknown thief."

"Heaven and the Tyrant... Zenyuan Shener?" Cohen had also heard of this famous assassin in the industry. "Is he the one hired by Fujita?"

Chianti asked curiously, "Hasn't that guy been working in a male escort parlor all this time? Didn't the Discipline Consortium find him directly?"

These two names were quite familiar to the Japanese police. Scotland silently took this information to heart and listened in silence.

"According to our informant within the Fuuki Foundation, the person who actually took what the Vongola wanted wasn't Zenin Jiner, but a third party... a mysterious individual," Vodka explained cryptically. "That unknown thief even managed to take the target away right under Hibari Kyoya's nose. That's why he's so angry and has a worldwide wanted notice for him."

"I really don't know who is so bold as to steal something from Hibari Kyoya..."

"...Stealing things from Lord Skylark, doesn't that mean you're tired of living?"

On the streets of Tokyo, a young pilot working overtime on patrol was whispering to another pilot next to him, their words becoming increasingly heartfelt: "It's one thing for him to do this himself, but he's also causing us to work overtime..."

"You're stupid! How could anyone who dares to go against the Vongola be just an ordinary thief?" The guy with the 3D-printed haircut had his own thoughts and swore, "Anyone who managed to escape from Lord Hibari's clutches and has disappeared to this day must be from some deeply hidden third-party organization..."

"I don't know if he escaped unscathed, but part of the reason he's still missing is entirely due to Lord Hibari... That little thief is just too evil and cunning!"

"Master Skylark only said she was a young woman with shifty eyes... Oh, and he even said she had short hair. That's too broad a description. Aren't we looking for a needle in a haystack?"

This was true—the orders from above were rather vague, and the subordinates of the Discipline Foundation were having a real headache finding people. After all, there were men and women with all kinds of hair and eye colors in Japan, and black hair with golden eyes wasn't particularly unusual.

"Who knows... Anyway, Lord Skylark should have his own plans."

The other party hesitated to speak, and the airplane-head B didn't dare to say more... Working at the Fengji Foundation and talking bad about Hibari Kyoya behind his back was a bit like wanting to die.

And that mysterious woman who had tricked Lord Skylark... she'd better be strong enough. Otherwise, judging by the intensity of the search Lord Skylark has ordered, that woman would definitely die a miserable death if she was caught.

“…A-choo!”

Sicily, Italy.

Chaomu, who was about to die miserably, sneezed several times, nearly bursting into snot bubbles. She rubbed her nose and fell into a brief moment of thought: Theoretically, players shouldn't catch a cold, and she didn't have any debuffs... So, was someone talking about her?

"Hibari is unwilling to let the illusionist help him construct the image of the suspect... I understand."

The tutor opposite her answered the call with one hand on her headset while landing effortlessly and smashing the green sledgehammer on her head: "Don't be distracted—I remember I told you that today's training is about agility, not your ability to withstand blows."

The blow was so powerful that even Chao Mu, who had a strength A and a physique B+, fell face down on the training ground, leaving a hole in his body.

She struggled to lift her head with her arms, watching the pair of leather shoes gradually settle in front of her face. "But it doesn't look like you're training my agility at all... Who practices agility with a row of machine guns on the sidelines firing at any moment?"

Ever since becoming Reborn's apprentice, Chaomu has reported to him almost every evening. The longer she's been here, and the more she's come, the harder it is for her to imagine where the system's evaluation of "every student who has taught me has praised it" came from.

...Are both of her senior brothers M? How can they say they're good at undergoing such intense and life-threatening training every day?

The player doesn't understand, the player can't figure it out - the player thinks this is a new type of scam, she seems to be not in Italy now, but in the Golden Triangle.

"Since both of your senior brothers have received rave reviews, you should focus on reflecting on your own problems, Miss."

The tutor, a tall, slender young man, with a black hat that held down his slightly curled sideburns, looked down at her from above. From her perspective, the sideburns looked like small hooks.

The moment she raised her head, he pushed her back down irresistibly: "Review it, dear, it may help you stay awake."

In a sense, Sawada Tsunayoshi's thoughts were correct—Reborn was indeed relatively gentle towards his only female student. However, this gentleness was limited to words. In this regard, he was always a gentleman, at least not directly calling her "Stupid."

This kind of gentleness is useless to players... Zhao Mu, his face covered in blood, looked at the record to review what went wrong with his reaction just now, and couldn't help but complain: "Even if your tone sounds gentle, it doesn't change the fact that you are hitting my head with an extremely heavy hammer... This only makes you look more cruel... Hmm."

The short-haired girl's round head hit the ground with a thud, leaving a dent. She began to wonder if her model's head would be flattened.

The giant hammer transformed back into a lizard, and the young tutor politely withdrew his hand. "I thought this would at least give you some interest in learning... instead of getting beaten while you're distracted."

Chaomu climbed out of the pit, her face covered in blood. Before she could even catch her breath, another round of bullets blazed from the side. She dodged and maneuvered, only getting hit in the arm this time. After the hail of bullets subsided, she collapsed on the sidelines, despairing, "...with all due respect, this kind of 'gentleness' is generally useless..."

Under this hellish threat of death, even the most M-type person probably wouldn't study hard just because of his gentle words... although Mr. R's modeling is really hot.

The young assassin approached slowly, his white shirt slightly open at the collar. Black suspenders clung to the fabric, accentuating his slim waistline. He wasn't wearing a suit jacket today, but rather overalls underneath, which made him look even more youthful.

"Although there's still room for improvement, I've barely passed today." Amidst the hail of bullets, his clothes remained neat and tidy. He held a handkerchief between his slender knuckles and held it to her face. "Wipe the blood off your face... You're so pitiful. Do you need my help?"

The temperament of this tutor always makes Chaomu feel very complicated. Although his face is handsome and even a little immature, his temperament is more like that of an older mature man, and his every move is effortless... In short, he is a type that is relatively rare in various games, and he might be quite popular.

At this moment, looking at his face, the player's mind was reconnected to the fleeting thought when he was beaten just now: If it were somewhere else, Mr. R's setting would most likely be ridiculed by a traitor like her...

"It seems you don't need help...or rest."

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Reborn narrowed his eyes. He delicately patted her face with his handkerchief, a movement neither too big nor too small, somewhere between teasing a small animal and inviting a duel.

Under the soft silk, the lizard had somehow turned into a pistol, pressing against her chin and lifting her cheek.

"Let's begin the next phase of training—this time it's about withstanding blows. I'm sure with your strength, traitor, you won't be begging for mercy later."

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The author has something to say: I failed to adjust my work and rest schedule again, and I got through it again (hearty)

Friends and relatives said they wanted to see Teacher R in overalls with a fresh face, so I wrote (Privately set Teacher R is now in the stage of growing back)