Self-cultivation for beating the enemy[Comprehensive]

"These Italians are so unfriendly!" Little Fairy complained to the system, "They didn't even listen to me."

The system asked lightly, "Did you give them a chance to speak?"

The situation on the field is extremely bloody now. Neither Ilmi nor Kurt are at the mercy of others. They blew the horn of battle as early as the first shot was fired. Nails and confetti are flying all over the sky. On one side is minimalist aesthetics. , One side is extremely elegant, but no matter what the process is, it will bring bursts of blood, and every move is comparable to the power of raising a knife, as long as it enters the attack range of Ilmi and Kurt, or leaks to them With the slightest murderous intent, there is only one ending, and that is death.

When Yier fans chatted with the system, they could only see corpses all over the ground and blood flowing everywhere. The liquid that emerged from the depths of the human body seemed to have a reassuring temperature. It was not warm at all, and could even be called There is water vapor transpiring in the cold night.

Because blood is hot.

"You should stay alive." It's not an accusation, but an appropriate suggestion from the system to Il fans, "You don't even know why they shot you as soon as they heard about Giotto Vengley."

"Do you think I didn't survive?" The little fairy smiled triumphantly, and then used his fine fingers, which were not stained by the dust of the world, toss and roll while pushing the corpse. The strange thing is that there was no blood stain on the fingertips, and even No trace of blood.

"Look, I found it." He smiled triumphantly, and found a perfectly disguised living person from the pile of corpses. He probably regarded Ilmi and Kurt as bears, and tried to hold his breath, but he couldn't stop the human In a quiet environment, the heartbeat of human beings becomes more and more powerful because of tension, which sounds like a clock at midnight, and a "click" can be heard every time the second hand jumps forward.

"I know you're alive." began threatening in his voice from hell, "You're not even alive."

With the system in place, learn all existing languages ​​without stress.

The man couldn't pretend anymore, he closed his eyes tightly, but his body shook, his chest heaved greatly, as long as anyone with eyes could tell that he was still alive.

"If you cooperate, I'll give you a chance to live." The little fairy opened her eyes and said nonsense again. Everyone knew that he believed in cutting grass and roots, even those who lay on the ground and pretended to be dead. They are madmen who can't tell the difference between breaking a glass and killing a person. They kill others without any movement in their eyes, so they can kill themselves in the same way.

No one cares whether he is dead or alive, at least the two people in front of him don't care.

But this is probably the root of human inferiority, right?Even though he knew that the possibility was infinitely close to zero, he desperately wanted to grab the slender reed like a drowning man. This was his last hope.

He still wanted to live, to live for a long time.

"I cooperate." He opened his eyes suddenly, and spit out a series of confused Italian, "I will say whatever you want to know."

Mr. Hostage has a pair of foggy blue eyes, like the sea before the storm. If these eyes are placed in other places, such as in the culture vessels collected by Kuroro, Ill fans may appreciate them again. , which is one of his favorite colors.

But now, it is not a good time to appreciate.

"Very good." He lowered his head a few centimeters again, "Now let's talk about why the people in the tavern reacted so much when we came in." Understatement, "You have to know, we are very friendly, it's just a name That's all, Giotto Vongola."

No, you are not friendly at all!The poor man was about to be frightened out of his wits. He probably would never understand for the rest of his life why someone could say that he was friendly to countless corpses in a tavern. You must know that everyone present knew who the instigator of the tragedy before him was.

But he didn't dare to say it, he could only tell the facts to Il fans submissively, that's probably what human courage is like, before he was discovered, he could even pretend to be dead under the pile of corpses, but once he was discovered by the god of death, he was like a deflated ball, Even the most basic language function has been lost, and the upper and lower teeth are constantly fighting. The more I want to speak smoothly, the more I stutter.

"Because we have been ordered to die." Like squeezing toothpaste, he managed to squeeze out a complete sentence, "Albert, I mean, the boss of this district, he was just snatched by Giotto, so he is very Hate that man and his henchmen."

"Anyone who speaks his name in this site will be sentenced to death." He finally explained the cause and effect of the matter clearly, "The tavern is one of Albert's strongholds, and almost everyone is his subordinate." This subordinate also includes him, Mr. Hostage, who is more timid than a baby bird at birth.

He was frightened by Ilmi and Kurt.

"I see." Ilmi nodded, "Then, the second question." Stretched out a finger, gestured in the direction, "Then, where is Giotto?"

"Eastern Sicily." In order to cheer himself up, the man on the verge of life and death raised his voice again, and several words broke out. "Everyone knows that it is Giotto's stronghold."

Yi Ermi nodded, um, it would be easier if you know the place name, at worst, you can always find the legendary Ieyasu Sawada if you ask for directions all the way there.

"So, the last question." He asked, "Have you seen this child?" He directly took out the color photo of Sawada Tsunayoshi, completely disregarding that color photo technology is a high-tech that has not yet appeared in this era, "Just answer It doesn’t matter if you’ve seen it or not.”

"I haven't seen it." Shaking his head sharply, his expression was frighteningly frightening. The "last question" that Yiermi said scared him. Mr. Hostage didn't think this was the end, on the contrary, he was about to usher in death .

"The question-and-answer game is over, thank you for your cooperation." The fingers that had been pressing on the opponent's aorta were slightly hard, and the cold touch did not bring him any more pain. He only heard a click, and the poor Italian went to see him. Father, don't ask Ilmi why he knows his beliefs, this man even has a small golden cross inside his shirt.

"Search this area again." Ilmi said to Kurt, "At least find information related to Sawada Tsunayoshi." Whether it is life or death, he must understand that his attitude towards the task is still very serious.

But if Sawada Tsunayoshi is still alive, Il fans have vague guesses about his whereabouts, and it is nothing more than going to Giotto. strange attraction.

Not to mention whether Curt agrees with Ill fans, but at least he obeys Ill fans [-]% unconditionally. In the next few days, the two of them are like rangers in the dark night, coming and going without a trace every day. Every day, Albert found that more subordinates died on his own territory. He was furious and sent people to step up patrols, but it was of no use at all.

He suspected that someone would take revenge, because too many people in this industry were sought for revenge, but even if someone took revenge, it would be useless if they could not be caught, no matter how many people they sent, not to mention, his patrol team was stepping up their investigation On the night of the third day, their dead bodies lay on the street. They were cut into pieces and died tragically. Even the Italians who lived in the flames of war and internal strife all year round could not accept it.

It was a provocation, a challenge to his authority by brutally killing his subordinates and leaving them in the middle of the road.

Who the hell, who is against him!

"I...I have seen him!" Threatened by life and death, all those who want to live will tell the truth. They are not Hakka killers who have undergone severe torture courses since childhood, but ordinary people. At best, he owns a gun and likes to dominate and fight fiercely, but he can still maintain his composure when he sees his companion's scattered corpses. This kind of person doesn't make a sound.

"The seventh." That person didn't know the meaning of counting by Ilmi, but the system and Kurt knew it clearly. This is the seventh person who claimed to have met Tsunayoshi Sawada. If you match up with other people, you can probably determine where Sawada Tsunayoshi is.

"He's going to the eastern part of Sicily!" Shouted brokenly, "That foreigner, like Giotto, has a strange flame, no one can catch him, the boss sent several people to surround him, but he still let him escape! "

"!" The flimsy piece of paper brushed against his neck, but it instantly turned into a life-threatening sharp blade. No one knew how he died. Although the piece of paper scratched his neck, it was as if he had been cut by a sharp bronze weapon.

The lifeless body can no longer arouse the interest of Yier fans. He has collected enough information, and it is time to change places to find visitors from different time and space like them.

"Come on, Curt," said the boy, "to the East of Sicily."

Not to mention the western part of Sicily, Albert's territory, the entire island is in turmoil due to the appearance of Ilmi and Curt. There are many anxious people, including Giotto, the boss of the western part.

Although it is a defense organization established for the purpose of the self-defense group, it has developed to the present, and the group that even gathers the guardians can no longer be described as an ordinary self-defense group. They have guns, territory, manpower, funds, and even There is also the support of the nobles, who own a quarter of Sicily, they have completely entered the ranks of the Mafia, and they are still big families.

"Another person died in Albert's place?" Hearing G's report, Giotto's expression was extremely serious. It is estimated that all the big and small bosses in Sicily now have similar expressions to him.

Although there is an obvious division of spheres of influence between east, west, north, and south, they are on the same island after all, unlike Germany, which was divided into east and west by the Berlin Wall. No matter how many people patrol, there will always be other people's spies mixed in. Almost on the day when the murder occurred on Albert's site, all the bosses received the news.

At first they thought they were looking for revenge, which is very common for people in their line of work, vendetta or being vendetta, the tavern where the accident happened is a small base under Albert, except for those who have hatred for him, No one seems to be doing it.

The only problem is the way to attack. According to the source, the person who died in the tavern didn’t have any gun marks on his body, and the gun marks fell on the walls and floors. It was obviously the counterattack of the people from Albert’s side.Some of them simply died silently, and some of their corpses were dismembered by sharp weapons. Looking at the wounds, there were only two people who did it. What kind of situation can make these mafia veterans die without resistance? It's terrifying to think about this tragic situation.

The ensuing massacre was even more of a nightmare for the Bosses in the West District. More and more people died, some of them were not even Albert's subordinates. The long list of the dead let Giotto know that the other party was not looking for revenge, what purpose did they have, Albert just had bad luck, and happened to meet the killer who was looking around in the dark.

Almost like the ghosts of Baker Street.

"If, I mean if." Giotto frowned, showing a heartbreaking look of melancholy. Whether it was a young lady who was in the social season or a good girl selling flowers in Lubie, seeing him like this With such a good appearance, he probably couldn't help but step forward to give him a loving hug, or even a passionate kiss.

The Flower of Sicily, no one thinks it's wrong to call him the flower of Sicily.

"They can't find what they want in Albert's territory, what should they do if they move to other areas?" Any far-sighted Boss will consider this. Picking targets and slaughtering them wantonly. After so many people died, no one in the West District saw their true faces. All those who thought they had peeked at the owner's face have already gone to hell. A story from two days ago The news made the mafia in this land terrified. Regarding the patrolling personnel of the Albert family, one person escaped by going to the tavern to drink butter beer, but when he arrived at the assembly point, he happened to bump into the madness of the killer group Killing, he thought no one saw him, and hid behind another alley, but the next morning, someone found his cold body in that alley, and there was even a mixture of fear and escape on his face. Fortunately.

No one knew how he died, not even the poor man himself.

Giotto's worry is exactly what G is worried about. They all know that the violent Albert is not some brainless leader. On the contrary, he is almost perfect except for his bad temper, and has a large group of loyal subordinates , and a meticulous mind, otherwise he would not be sitting on a quarter of Sicily.

But it is a very terrifying thing for such a thoughtful person to spend huge manpower and material resources and fail to find the two killers hiding in the dark night.

The concealment ability of those two people is definitely beyond everyone's imagination. Not only that, their powerful combat power is also enough to kill all witnesses silently in an instant.

Like invisible men, Giotto thought inappropriately, and it was these two freaks they were about to deal with.

With a long sigh, he glanced at G with his melancholy eyes that broke the hearts of countless ladies, perhaps in order to free himself from suffocation, he asked another question: "How is that child. "

"Asari Uzuki is with him." He answered bluntly, and it was not the same as the Japanese who came here from across the ocean, so G couldn't choose the more intimate Uzuki or Asari. I am used to calling him by first and last name, which is blunt enough, but I think it is just right.

"Only he understands the child's language." He frowns habitually. It is precisely because of this reason that G often makes people feel fierce and not to be trifled with. Of course, his tattoos covering half of his face are also another reason.

"Is he really not related to you?" Not disbelief, but anyone who has seen Tsunayoshi Sawada use Necroflame will think, "He is even like you, Primo." Whether it is power, or ignition The appearance of Empress Flame, although the child has an oriental gentleness, is not as handsome as Giotto, but it may have something to do with the child's mother clan. If you really compare the two's facial features in front of you, it will not be ugly There are still many similarities between them, but Primo is more melancholy, and the child is more gentle, like a grass-eating rabbit.

Of course, a child who can stumble back from the West to the East is destined to be just a layer of camouflage. Under the warm appearance is an unimaginably tough soul.

"I have no way to ask my father, G." Giotto was extremely helpless. The once prominent Grand Duke Vongola had already returned to the embrace of God. Giotto dared to say that there was a subtle blood bond between the child and him. It was hard to describe what it was. After his parents died one after another, Giotto rarely felt such a feeling. The remaining relative is Sivnora, but he has a bad temper and doesn't want to get close to his cousin who is too weak.

Maybe he is really the illegitimate son left by his father in the East, Giotto thinks so, in that case, they are brothers.

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know that someone was looking for him, and he didn't know what Giotto was talking about. The strange country, the strange language, and the vicious people everywhere, and the guns in their hands, all of these things made people mistakenly enter Ordinary junior high school students a hundred years ago were terrified.

Relying on his vague intuition, he rushed out of the high-risk area of ​​the gunfight all the way. At the moment of life and death pointed at by Hei Dongdong's gun, the fire of dead energy sealed in his body ignited, helping him to have an absolutely clear mind and a supernatural power. Strong combat effectiveness.

Because of a supernatural ability that he didn't even know about and good luck, he ran all the way from West Sicily to East Sicily, and finally heard a familiar language, and also met King Vengley I who was subtly similar to himself.

It's hard to say what it's like, the throbbing in the depths of the blood, and the sense of security of finding a home, the rabbit that survived the mafia stronghold by intuition removes its disguise, sticks out its fangs, and under the white fur is a roaring lion A cub that allows him to survive any unsuitable environment.

"Why did Mr. Chaoli choose to come to Italy?" He struggled with Italy in the attic on the second floor of the tavern. Even a good-for-nothing would know that the only person who knows Japanese here is Asari Uzuki. .

"Originally it was just one stop during the trip." The man wearing the black hat was a public servant that did not exist in Tsunayoshi Sawada's era. He was no different from an actor who came out of a Yamato drama. Ancient Japanese was heard by students with poor Chinese scores. He has weird rhythm and grammar, but since this is the only person in Italy he can communicate with, he even learned ancient Japanese without a teacher.

At least he heard that there was no problem, and the non-standard waste was crying silently in his heart. After he returned, his Chinese scores would definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

"But I stayed to help my friends." The son of the public family who stayed in Italy for foreign friends, it is difficult to describe his personality in the words of Tsunayoshi Sawada, but he can know it when he looks at the face similar to Yamamoto. Like Yamamoto-san, he probably values ​​loyalty and friends very much, right?

Il fans don't know what happened in the eastern part of Sicily not far from him, just like he doesn't know that Tsunayoshi Sawada is living well here. He made up his mind to change positions and took Kurt to bid farewell to his residence for more than a week. A small hotel, a family hotel, the owner is a hospitable old Italian woman, it is said that she helped the Boss in this area in the early years, and gave him a piece of bread to help bandage the wound when he was in crisis, and then stayed here or settled down Life.

Kurt and Il fans both wear kimonos. Of course, they are in line with the kimonos set 200 years ago. Anyway, the clothes have not changed for many years, as long as they are dressed as samurai. His younger brother is the same Furisode and Tall clogs.

"Exotic style." Walking on the road, people always look at them differently. After all, the gene of beating the enemy is very good, and the Italians at this time have no fixed aesthetics for oriental people. Irmi and Kurt are undoubtedly beautiful. Even young people with children can't remind them of the killer combination that has committed many murders recently.

"Are you going to leave today?" The innkeeper spoke to Irmi. She knew that this seemingly mysterious oriental could speak Italian fluently, and there was nothing wrong with it except for the weird intonation. The problem is attributed to the unique rhythm of the foreign country. In fact, the ability to speak fluently has surprised the elderly Italian woman enough.

"Yes, thanks for taking care of me." If necessary, Yier fans can also exchange greetings like ordinary people, "I want to take my brother to the East District, it is said that the scenery there is good." He pretended to be the most ordinary Japanese tourist , although this kind of person was rare a hundred years ago, if there is no mistake in the calculation, there is only one Japanese in Sicily, Asari Uzuki.

As for Kurt and Il fans, they don't count, they are the people of the great Republic of Batorchia XD.

"Then you have to be careful." The old woman reminded worriedly, "It's not safe there."

In fact, what she said was wrong. There is no place in the whole of Sicily that is safe. The eastern part of Sicily under the management of Giotto is not bad. At least you can see little flower sellers on the street. As for other places, there is really no place. Worst only worse.

In a place where the specialty is the mafia, what about law and order.

Il fans also know that nowhere is safe, for example, recently, how many people died on Albert's site, he couldn't be more clear, because the handsome-looking young man was the instigator, and he might also bring along his weapon who is good at dismembering and killing Brother, these two people have brought great fear to the major families on the island, and they are the most fundamental reason for the martial law on the island.

Il fan: Accidentally became the big boss behind the scenes.

The old lady in the small hotel is a kind person. She held Ilmi's hand for a long time, and she didn't know that she would quietly walk out of the hotel every night after nightfall, bringing blood and panic to the island. The brother is just a weak foreigner, who can't resist the local boy's fist at all. To be honest, he can live on this island for more than a week, in the eyes of the old woman, it is simply God's blessing.

He didn't have any extra luggage on him, he just walked around the dirty streets of Sicily with Curt in one hand, effectively avoiding all the dirt, and even avoiding some unfriendly people under the guidance of the system. figure.

When going out during the day, you have to be more careful than at night. Without night as a natural protective color, the difficulty of solving it will increase exponentially. Ilmi just wants to take her brother to change areas quietly, as a weak foreign visitor.

Don't bully me, I'm just a weak fairy XD.

He chose the road with the most civilians. When he went out in the morning, both sides of the street were women doing short-term labor or handicraftsmen who worked hard for a living. When he looked up in his spare time, he could see the little fairy and his brother, who were floating around. He couldn't take his eyes off the strong exotic style on him.

"Curt and I are a beautiful landscape." He spoke to the system, feeling very proud, "These foreigners are all defeated by the beauty of the little fairy."

"Yes yes yes." The system's attitude was as perfunctory as ever. With such a narcissistic host, what else could he say to be reasonable?Appropriate flattery is no longer suitable for him, and the system feels that this person needs to be hit more.

Hey, what a pity, there is no big boss in this world who can make little fairies into cakes, how much I miss the world of Naruto, Hunter, and Gintama, please God give him an existence that can make little fairies into cakes!

But the ambition of the system is just a fantasy after all. The little fairy managed to avoid all obstacles and came to the eastern part of Sicily. Here, he had to complain about the lack of creativity of the Italians. After 200 years, the gathering place of the Mafia is still a dim tavern.

The same is true now.

The tavern under the protection of Vengley is probably the dividing line between the east and west of Sicily. Maybe this tavern belonged to Albert before, but after the new round of regional division, he deserved the name of Vengley.

"Why, are you going to ask where Giotto Pengo Lie is as soon as you enter?" The system's words were almost mocking, obviously he thought of the direct performance of Il fans a week ago, when they were greeted by countless black hole muzzles .

But what the system didn't expect was that Yier Fan didn't talk to him this time, and the man's attention was all focused on the wind chimes hanging under the eaves of the tavern.

"Iwate southern iron wind chime." No one knows why Ilmi knows so much miscellaneous knowledge, but he just recognized the Japanese wind chime with a history of more than [-] years.

So, now comes the question, why did Japanese wind chimes exist in Italy 200 years ago?

"It's very simple." The system replied lazily. Don't underestimate him. Perhaps the history of Pengo Li is a secret to most people, but it is easy for him to know. Since the garbage host arrived 200 years ago He has been sorting out the information since the former Italy, and even got a clear idea of ​​the members of Pengelie's first generation.

This is not difficult. Many mafia families know that the history of Mafia, the number one contemporary generation, and the chaotic transition between their first generation and second generation, or civil strife, the only problem is that there is insufficient information now, and the system cannot deduce the history. No matter how far it has developed, it is no problem to sort out the previous data.

"Vongola has a guardian system," the system said, "Don't say I didn't remind you, the guardians of the rain in the first generation are Japanese."

The young master of a public family.

Another question of dead logic, Irfan thought, well, he should have known that Japanese are everywhere in this world.

"So you want to tell me that the iron wind chime was brought over from Japan by him?" Yi Ermi's tone was light, but it made the system feel a burst of ridicule for no reason.

System indifferent face: what else?

"Tut tsk tsk." He shook his head hypocritically, "Sure enough, a spicy chicken is a spicy chicken, and the little fairy is required to do it at the critical moment."

He pushed open the tightly covered wooden door. The bar in the morning has not yet come to life, only the counter that has been wiped spotlessly clean and the neat tables and chairs are visible. Obviously, before the night comes, the place has not yet opened for business.

Yier silently counted three, two one, and as expected, he heard footsteps from the second floor of the bar, hurried and heavy, obviously the footsteps belonged to a man, he was stepping on the wooden stairs, obviously paying attention When it arrived, Yiermi couldn't push the door softly.

Don't be fooled by his seemingly restless footsteps. Yi Er's eyelids fluttered slightly. The man's footsteps were heavy and anxious, but the sound of his breathing was clear and shallow. Presumably, he deliberately aggravated his steps.

Do you want others to hear it?He guessed that it was probably reminding some people living in the tavern?

"It's not time to open the door yet." He heard someone's voice passing through his ears from top to bottom, and when he looked up, he saw a young man in a white shirt, with the top three buttons unbuttoned, and a red-haired man with teeth and claws that didn't match the rules , God knows whether he was dyed or born like this, I have seen too many magical hair colors in modern IL fans.

The tattoo covers half of his face carelessly, and just frowning can easily give people the illusion that this person has a violent personality, but Yier fans know that this is all a disguise, and one can hear it from his breathing. The man is a rare calm faction.

"He is G," the system said abruptly, and projected a huge oil painting of the Pengoile I family on the retina of Ilmi, "the guardian of the first generation of Lan, his most important left and right hand."

Hey, you Italians really know how to play, he couldn't help but think that even the guardians have to play tricks on the weather, awesome!

"Well, we're not here to drink." Almost immediately after listening to the system's description of the person's identity, Yi Ermi had an idea in his mind. He clearly knew what he should do, and also understood how best to detect the other party. Now what you think.

Everyone knows that a lie detector can't really tell the truth from a lie, it just judges it by the level of adrenaline secretion. Most people will have other symptoms when they lie, such as nervous heartbeat or secretion of hormones. And so on, although I can't feel it myself, the instrument can clearly display it.

"I'm here to find someone." G's eyes flickered as soon as he heard the person below speak. He thought that the person was looking for Asari Uzuki. That man looked like a Japanese son, and he also liked musical instruments. The same is true for superb swordsmanship. These days, whether it is the West or the East, swordsmanship can only be practiced by the privileged class, and it is not accessible to street gangsters.

But even if he came to look for Chaoli Yuyue, he was really suspicious. He thought, why are the frail young people and children here?

The sharpshooter's eyesight allowed him to accurately capture Yi Ermi's slightly protruding Adam's apple, at least not to judge him as a woman like the blind mafia in the West End.

Zhao Li Yuyue had to be notified, he thought, the man was probably still sleeping in the room inside at this moment.

As the tavern closest to the East District of Vengley, G, the patrol captain, decided to guard it himself before the situation stabilized, and Chao Li Yuyue was forced in.

That idiot actually hung the wind chimes from his hometown under the eaves, what if he was recognized?

Now that the identity of the unknown killer has not been revealed, G feels that living in a tavern [-]/[-] is a more effective way of defense. Once something happens, he can immediately rush to the scene of the incident.

The loss of Albert's subordinates also began in their tavern on the border. Although there is not much reference value, it is always right to be cautious.

"I'm looking for a child, a brown-haired Japanese." He heard the young man downstairs say in fluent but weird Italian, "13 years old, named Tsunayoshi Sawada, have you seen it?"

G's eyes flickered slightly, and he refused straight away: "No."

In fact, the child lived in a hotel three streets away from here.

"Really?" He heard the black-haired young man in kimono reply, "Then excuse me." Then he turned around and went out with the child behind him.

Found it, Yi Ermi's eyes moved, and the corners of his mouth curled up stiffly. He told himself with the observation ability comparable to a lie detector that G was telling lies.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is in this area.

Il fan diary:

Accidentally became the villain.

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