The king is I, Diablo!

The moment he was discovered, Valentine was ready to accept death.

Although the assassination had been expected, and there were people who risked their lives to inform him that he could escape the catastrophe, he never expected that he would be discovered the moment he looked up at the situation.

Maybe I lack that 'strong luck'.

Thinking so, Valentine closed his eyes, ready to accept his 'fate'.

But he waited for a long time, but the death did not come as expected, instead the man opposite looked like a ghost.

"Hey, Valentine, this isn't like you. Shouldn't you be saying grandiose words to attract my attention, and then shoot me out?"

How could he know what he was thinking just now?

Valentine was stunned for a moment. This was what he thought at first, but after another thought, he didn't have a silencer on his gun, and he might attract more people after shooting.

and...

Valentine was feeling a little tired.

He is over 60 years old, and he has been loyal to this country for enough time, but in the end, this country has not improved a bit, but the situation is still getting worse.

He has tried his best, but those people don't care about the fate of this country at all, and he can't do anything by himself,

Anyway, surviving can't bring about the slightest change. It's better to let your own death ignite a flame for this country, and see if this only dawn can bring light to this country.

"Don't worry, I'm not with that group of people."

Listening to the gunshots outside, Dilo roughly guessed the current situation, and thought it would be better to explain his identity to Valentine, so as to avoid many misunderstandings.

Although he felt that he was not far from death, but looking at Mr. President with supple blond hair, Di Luo suddenly had a bold idea.

"Hello, Valentine."

When the President was still considering the credibility of Dilo's statement that he was not an assassin, Dilo stretched out his hand.

"I can take you to an absolutely safe place, but in exchange, you have to give me a sum of money, how?"

"Can..."

Although he didn't know whether the words of the man in front of him were credible, Valentine was unwilling to give up any hope, so he also stretched out his hand to Dilo, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black muzzle pointing at him. Dillo.

"careful!"

boom--

** brushed against Dilo's ear, and the air flow caused him to blow his long pink hair, looking strange and beautiful.

"death."

The deceased spirally appeared beside Dilo, picked up a small stone on the ground and bounced it towards the person who shot, and was knocked unconscious by the person.

"It's okay, trust me."

Dilo showed a confident smile - in terms of death, he did not lose to anyone.

Holding Valentine's hand, Dilo began to count down silently.

Eight...

seven...

"Found it, they're there!"

six...

five...

Footsteps approached.

Four...

three...

The sound of gun loading sounded, and a dozen men in black ran out from a distant street corner, pointing their guns at Dilo and Valentine.

two...

"You two don't move..."

"No!"

"Fire and kill them straight away—"

one...

Dilo turned around with a smile, looked at the flames sprayed from their muzzles, and the guns spurting out under the flames, and raised his middle finger.

da da da da-

The ** flooded the area, and the smoke and dust from the lasing formed an opaque wall. It was not until three or ten minutes later that the strafing gradually stopped.

"I'll go over and have a look."

Waving his hand stopped his subordinates from continuing to shoot, the masked man walked over cautiously, but he still couldn't help frowning when he saw the scene behind the smoke.

It was all smashed up trash and a dead body with the head of a pink octopus.

But there was no sign of the blond man.

"Did you escape innocent passers-by as meat shields..."

Under the mask, the man gritted his teeth.

"This is really your style...Valentine."

......

"Cough cough..."

Dilo got up from the dusty ground. When he came back just now, he threw out the corpse that died because of a broken neck. He didn't know if he could fool them.

"This is where?"

Valentine looked around in surprise, not knowing how he got here.

where?

Dilo raised his eyebrows, thinking that he couldn't be told that it was an abandoned manor. After thinking about it, a familiar name came to his mind.

So Dilo opened his arms, facing the sunlight coming in from the window, stood on the dusty floor, and smiled at Valentine.

"Welcome to Araki Village, Mr. Valentine."

Arakiso...

It is indeed quite desolate.

Valentine nodded, then spoke.

"I will transfer the money to your account later, and I will never forget your kindness."

But Dilo pouted.

I believe you are a ghost, I am afraid that as soon as you send you out, you will change hands and forget me, if you have the conditions, you will arrest me and dissect me to study my ability.

Dilo knew how crazy and shameless the man in front of him was under the appearance of "justice"—this guy could do anything for the "Motherland", as long as he thought it was beneficial to the "Motherland".

"How do I get out of here?"

"Leave? Mr. Valentine, you seem to have made a mistake."

Dilo's tone suddenly became low, and he looked at Valentine with an inexplicable look, which made Valentine's heart tremble.

This man... what's going on, why is he so weird...

Valentine backed away subconsciously, and touched the gun beside him, ready to shoot this weird man at any time.

"What do you mean?"

But what Dilo said next exceeded his expectations.

"mean?"

Dilo shook his fingers, walked up to Valentine in a few steps, held Valentine's hand that was touching the pistol with one hand, leaned over to Valentine, and murmured in a low voice.

"No, no, Mr. Valentine, you got something wrong, it's not that I want to keep you here..."

"To keep you here..."

"It's 'fate'."

Letting go of Valentine's hand, Dilo regained that relaxed look, and walked upstairs while waving.

"Let's do the general cleaning with me first, after all, so much dust is not suitable for living."

And behind Dilo, Valentine stared blankly at his hands, looked around, and felt a strange sense of familiarity—as if he had seen this place before, and lived here for a long time.

It's almost like being at home.

'Destiny'...

Valentine clenched his hands with a determined expression.