Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Every city has its own hidden filth...
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Every city has corners that harbor filth and evil. They are breeding grounds for evil.
Sometimes, just a wall can separate a bustling commercial district from a dark and dirty slum.
9 o'clock in the evening, a dilapidated block in New York, USA.
Garbage and wine bottles were piled on the roadside, with mottled and peeling walls on both sides and crisscrossing water pipes embedded under the windows.
It must be an abandoned factory.
There should be few people coming here, but tonight, somewhat unexpectedly, a little girl in a red coat, wearing black leather shoes, holding a teddy bear, walked into the street cautiously, like a deer that had strayed in by mistake.
The red on her body seemed like the only color in this gloomy neighborhood.
"Mother?"
The little girl called softly, holding the little bear, and walked deeper into the street.
She looked confused and a little frightened, as if she had never been here before. Obviously, this place was not suitable for a child like her to move forward - maybe she should stay where she was and wait for her mother to come find her.
Just as the little girl had this thought, a rusty iron door beside her suddenly creaked open.
There are people in such an abandoned factory?
The little girl was startled and looked over there with her eyes wide open.
The first thing she saw was a tall figure.
The other person was wearing a long black windbreaker, holding onto the door with one hand, and his long smoky gray hair slid down the curve of the door frame.
He tilted his head, revealing only his upper body, with the other half hidden behind the door. This action made him look a little lazy, like a character in a cartoon.
"Hmm..." The little girl heard the man's soft murmur, a very young and pleasant voice, "Good evening, sweetheart?"
The little girl felt very friendly, so she smiled with her eyes curved, and waved happily, "Good evening!"
The young man finally walked out from behind the iron gate. He was tall, with one hand hanging naturally at his waist and the other hand hidden behind his windbreaker. He seemed to be holding something, but it was not clear.
He walked in front of the little girl and slowly squatted down, his leather combat boots making a slight friction sound.
From the little girl's perspective, most of his face was hidden in the night, with only the corners of his lips raised red.
"Baby, why are you here?"
The girl said innocently, "My mom is missing. I'm looking for her."
The young man chuckled softly, "There's no mother here."
He raised a hand, and his jade-like finger pointed the way back, "Go back, your mother should be there."
The little girl looked back for a long time and finally realized that she had taken the wrong road.
She thanked the young man politely, "Thank you, brother!"
"You're welcome."
The young man touched her head and said softly, "Go, don't look back, don't say anything, leave quietly."
"Why?" the girl asked slowly, her attention drawn to the young man's hair.
The light smoky gray is a color I have never seen before.
No artificial dye can produce such a color. It is so special, like a cloud of smoke, so beautiful that it is dazzling.
The ends of her hair meander down her back and reach her waist.
She had never seen such beautiful hair before. It matched the young man's pale skin and light red lips, creating a strange visual impact.
It feels icy cold, I really want to touch it.
The young man was amused by the child's inquisitive nature. He still had one hand behind his back and his voice was soft and hoarse.
"Because there are demons hiding here, any children found here will be captured and sold to a terrifying organization. They'll never be able to return home."
The young man said this in a joking tone, but at the end, his smiling voice suddenly took on a hint of coldness.
It's like taking off a harmless mask and revealing the true face.
The little girl was frightened by him and almost dropped the teddy bear in her hand. She turned around and ran back.
After running a few steps, she turned back and saw the young man still squatting there looking at her. He was dressed in black and blended into the darkness.
If there is a devil here, why doesn't he leave?
The little girl thought.
Mom said I can’t talk to strangers.
Maybe Mom is right.
——
Mo Shiyu stood up, revealing his hands hidden behind his back, with the muzzle of the pistol pointing diagonally at the ground.
A questioning female voice came from the headset, "Aren't you going to kill that little sweetheart?"
Mo Shiyu raised his eyelids, and his eyes, the same color as his hair, glanced at a rooftop. "Do one good deed a day, Chianti."
The female voice in the headset snorted disdainfully.
"Fuck yourself, baby."
Mo Shiyu sighed softly. "Chianti, I really don't understand why you only make dirty jokes to me."
Chianti laughed hoarsely, "Of course it's because you owe... well."
The woman's voice was muffled, the last word uttered only an "f" and then died. Colen's voice, without any fluctuations, rang out, "Shut up, Chianti."
"Fuck, don't touch me."
Mo Shiyu shrugged and did not get involved in the internal strife of the sniper group. Instead, he walked back to the iron gate.
This time, he closed the door seamlessly and walked down the stairs.
The monotonous sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. The young man pushed open the door, turned his back to it, exerted force with both hands, and locked the door with a "click".
Then he heard the sound of violent beatings and the low cries of someone who was almost out of strength.
"You're late again."
A cold whisper came from the side. Mo Shiyu turned his head and saw Gin smoking against the wall, with his silver hair disheveled and smoke floating in the air. His eyes were cold under the brim of his black hat.
"Valentin."
Mo Shiyu, who was never on time for any mission, chuckled and said, "Sorry, Gin. Once again."
The young man's insincere apology clearly said "I'll do it again next time". Gin hated this tone of his the most. Every time he heard him say sorry like this, he wanted to use the same methods he used to treat disobedient enemies to torture the young man until he sincerely apologized with tears.
Unfortunately, it cannot be used on young people for the time being.
Gin shook off the ash from his cigarette, not bothering to look at him. "Shut up before I open your skull."
Mo Shiyu had no intention of bringing bad luck to the silver-haired killer, so he obediently closed his mouth and looked forward.
On the rusty table, the only desk lamp emitted a dim light, illuminating a small area of floor in front.
Mo Shiyu stopped talking, but someone had already heard his voice.
"Is it...Valentin?"
The thing lying limply on the ground opposite him moved, struggling and making sounds. Mo Shiyu narrowed his eyes.
The man was wearing a white coat and his face was covered in blood. When he raised his face, the left side of his face was swollen so badly that his original appearance was almost unrecognizable.
Only the look in his eyes still had a familiar feel.
It even became thicker and hotter because I hadn't seen it for a while.
"You're here, you're here... My dear, my baby, my love."
Mo Shiyu didn't say anything.
The man dragged his body over with difficulty and tried to kiss Mo Shiyu's trouser leg, but was dodged. He had no choice but to raise his head and look at Mo Shiyu cautiously through the gaps in his swollen eyes.
"Valentin, are you still mad at me?"
Mo Shiyu took a step back, leaned against the wall, and tilted his head. "Gin, why don't you block his mouth?"
Gin said indifferently, "Because there are still some things that have not been asked."
Mo Shiyu rubbed his face in pain.
Seeing that Mo Shiyu ignored him, the man's eyes turned vicious the next moment, "Don't look at others, Valentin - why are you ignoring me? I was so good to you in the past, and you don't know how to be grateful at all, you bitch!"
Mo Shiyu lowered his head and looked at him.
He suddenly laughed, "Doctor, you are still the same."
Vodka squatted on the ground, pulling hard on the man who desperately wanted to hug Mo Shiyu's legs, and interrogated him tirelessly, "Why did you betray the organization?"
The man in the white coat was pressed to the ground like a dead dog, his eyes fixed on Mo Shiyu. All the things that he had been unable to get out of the interrogation just now were now revealed smoothly.
"To get Valentine, of course. I do everything for him!"
He stared at Mo Shiyu and said viciously, "This bastard, he will never know how to write the word loyalty! I shouldn't have let him out in the first place! He betrayed me the moment he got out. As expected, he deserves to be locked up in my lab for the rest of his life!"
After he vented his anger, he started laughing again in an unnatural way.
"But it doesn't matter, I will succeed soon, and he will kneel on the ground and lick me again..."
He didn't say anything else because Mo Shiyu grabbed his hair and slammed him to the floor several times, causing his head to bleed and he couldn't even scream.
Vodka was stunned beside him and subconsciously wanted to stop him, "Valentin, take it easy."
"Hmm..." Mo Shiyu smiled and mumbled, "I couldn't help it. Sorry."
The hand that was grabbing the man's hair changed from being fierce to gentle, and then he gently held the other's face and looked at him with lowered eyes.
In such a focused gaze, the man's face turned red, and his sinister eyes gradually became confused and full of love, and he whispered fanatically.
"Valentin...don't go, look at me, look at me."
He heard a chuckle from the person he was dreaming about.
"Doctor, tell me the information you leaked." Mo Shiyu smiled, "Of course I will keep an eye on you."
——
Three hours later.
Mo Shiyu walked out of the basement, his face full of fatigue from working overtime, and murmured softly, "I knew you called me here for no good reason."
Gin didn't even look at him. After having Vodka upload the interrogation documents, he threw his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot. "Isn't it good to be able to see the death of your enemy?"
Mo Shiyu sneered at the silver-haired killer's hypocritical remarks.
"If you really care about me so much, next time please live stream it for me, or even record it, and let me enjoy it while lying on the sofa and drinking red wine."
Vodka, who was following behind, hesitated for a moment, but still swallowed the words, "Valentin, you know, big brother hates you the most for being as lazy as a pig."
He'd better not interrupt.
Gin said simply, "Get lost."
Mo Shiyu turned around and left, "Remember to transfer the mental damage compensation to me."
He said goodbye to the two snipers on the roof, got into his car, started it, and turned around.
After a while, a huge fire broke out in the dilapidated factory building behind him.
Chianti Favorability: 87 (+2). Vodka Favorability: 77 (+1). Colen Favorability: 94 (+4).
[Gin's favorability: 60 (+0).]
【Draw card points +7.】
Points Balance: 1005
He leaned over the steering wheel and took a long breath.
"Finally I can draw a card."
He complained vaguely.
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