King of 25 Cubs

Dmitriev was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The research code name at that time was indeed called this name, but it was called 'Silver Bullet' at the beginning."

"Who is your assassination target?"

"The grandfather of the former head of the Gaosui family is your... great grandfather."

I raised an eyebrow.

[Isn't this a coincidence! 】

Once the system was happy, it sang again: [Circle circle circle circle circle, every day every year, every day, every day, thousands of miles are destined to meet, looking for, looking for, looking for friends...]

I:"……"

Dmitriev continued: "At that time, he was able to make a fortune because of the 'book pages'. He had two pages in total, one of which was filled with words about the process of the Gaosui family's fortune, and the other was blank. Yes, as for how he got the 'pages', the time is too long to be tested."

In short, those who can be involved are indeed people in the game.It is not a good thing to have a relationship with "books" if you are innocent and pregnant with crimes.

"After killing that person, I took the "page" and defected from the winery, and abducted his great-granddaughter Takasu Ikue as a cover. The winery must never have imagined that I would marry a wife and have children after defecting. After that, every time I fell asleep, I I keep dreaming and predicting that I will be eradicated by the winery because of that 'page', and I created the 'Rat of the Dead House' just to use this underground intelligence organization to deal with the winery's pursuit."

"Then why did you leave 'The Rat of the Dead House' behind?"

Dmitriev's expression was a little tired: "I predicted in my dream that the 'Rat of the House of Death' would split, and the successor would kill me, the founder... It was a Russian boy with black hair and purple eyes."

Someone knocked on the door outside: "There are 2 minutes left, hurry up."

"The last question." I looked at Dmitriev firmly: "Why did I ask Takasu Ikue to have a child of your own?"

The man behind the transparent partition fell silent.

Just when I thought he would not answer, and I was about to hang the phone back on the wall, he said softly: "After being with her, there were many moments when I thought I was just an ordinary person. I told too many lies, as if It also became true, I am a traveler, I met a beautiful woman on the seashore of that island country, so I eloped, got married, and embarked on a journey together."

"I am an ordinary person, and I can also have the happiness of an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people?"

I suddenly thought of the first week, the girl with a beautiful smile who pinned flowers to my temple was buried by a raging fire that I had never seen before.

My voice suddenly became a little hoarse: "If... If Gao Sui Yujiang saw the page of the book about the development of the Gao Sui family and knew that you were the one who killed her great-grandfather, what do you think she would do?"

Dmitriev: "She is a hothead, she will probably kill me and then commit suicide to apologize."

Suddenly, it was like a weight fell into my heart, and it hurt where it fell.

[So in the first week, Dmitriev will kill Takaho Ikue, not only because of Fyodor's instigation, but also because of his own worries.Two pages of the book were stolen, and he thought that Gao Sui Yujiang saw the one full of words, and thought she knew the truth about the death of his great-grandfather. 】

Following the sound of the system, the figure who had given me flowers was shattered into pieces with a bang before my eyes, and was burned into powder by the flames, and was blown by the wind, scattered cleanly.

"You are indeed an ordinary person." I paused every word: "An ordinary and cowardly human scum."

I hung up the phone, turned and walked away, never looking back.

The staff member who took me out said with a straight face, "Dmitriev was not arrested by us. He came to seek asylum by himself."

I sneered: "The ultimate goal of this person's doing everything is for the desire to survive. If it is for the sake of life, freedom is a hammer?"

Worker: "Our leader wants to talk to you."

I sighed, and I was about to be invited to drink tea.

"Understood." I said sleepily, walking beside him, and drew out the gun hanging on his waist while he was not paying attention.

"you--!!!"

I took a few steps back, winked at the staff, and quickly gave myself a shot, using my ability to go back to yesterday.

That way no one will know about my conversation with Dmitriev.

I first went to the bank that Dmitriev mentioned, and took out two "book pages" according to the secret key he said. It is blank, it is a whole page, and there is only one line on the top, which is the handwriting of Takasu Ikue——

[I want to have a child with Dmitriev. 】

My hands trembled, almost crumpling the paper.

"It's too restless." I frowned and complained in a low voice, took a deep breath, carefully smoothed the corners of the 'pages', went to the suburban villa I had made an appointment with before, and handed the 'pages' to Natsume Soseki.

"The first step of the undercover plan will be implemented tonight."

I whispered to him before leaving.

When night fell, I typed Gogol on the chat software——

【Maria: I know where my dad is, come with me? 】

[joker is a pistachio:? ? ? 】

[joker is a pistachio: You finally made up your mind to call A Tuo dad, and plan to get back the pocket money you have earned for the past ten years? 】

[Maria: ... I mean Dmitriev. 】

[joker is a pistachio: oh oh oh ~ let me guess why you chose tonight. 】

[joker is a pistachio: because your birthday will be in a few hours, right?Want to completely cut off the relationship between you and your parents on your birthday? 】

I raised my eyebrows.

【Maria: Really smart, he is in the seventh organ, I can't get in. 】

[joker is a pistachio: didn't the military and police issue you a pass and a letter of introduction? 】

【Maria: Yes, but if I go tomorrow, all my conversations with him will be monitored. 】

[joker is a pistachio: so let me send you in with my ability? 】

[Maria: Yes. 】

[The joker is a pistachio: Puff puff puff puff puff, the doll really trusts me!So here comes the question, do you think I will help you? 】

Before I could answer, his new reply came over:

【Joker is a pistachio: That's right, yes! 】

I haven't said anything yet!

[joker is a pistachio: But I'm curious about what the doll will say to him, can I watch? 】

[The joker is a pistachio: The answer is of course - yes~~~! ! ! 】

I:"……"

He used to just ask and answer by himself, but now he has learned to answer quickly.

I squinted my eyes, and while thinking about the other party's purpose, I replied——

【Maria: You have taken away my words, what else do you want me to say? 】

[joker is a pistachio: hold back and kiss me. 】

I:"……???"

[joker is a pistachio: Hahahahaha, have you been scared~]

After agreeing on the time and place to meet, I went to the secret base of the seventh agency in advance, hacked into the system with my mobile phone, cut off the monitoring, and found out the location of Dmitriev's single invigilator.

In this way, no matter who goes in for a while, the monitoring of the seventh agency will show the scene before someone broke in.

Near zero, Gogol appeared elusively. We had no unnecessary greetings. He directly grabbed my arm and lifted his cloak. Without being noticed by any guards, we sneaked into the seventh agency without a sound.

"Ding dong~ Your driver has delivered you to your destination, please give a five-star praise~"

Gogol sent me directly to the row of single cells.

"The nearest single room seems to be Dmitriev's cell..." Gogol looked up at the brass sign hanging on the door: "Well, it really is! I am the driver Isn't the accuracy pretty good?"

As he said that, he took my arm again, and we performed a second space jump, jumping from outside the door to inside the door.

Dmitriev, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up vigilantly. He turned over, his eyes fell on the smiling Gogol and me, and he was dazed with fear: "You are..."

Gogol: "It's hard to see Dad, Maria should have a lot to say to him, should I avoid—"

Before he finished speaking, his voice was stuck in his throat.

A blood hole appeared on Dmitriev's forehead instantly, and he fell back with his hollow and dim eyes, while an imperceptible trace of gunpowder smoke rose from the muzzle of my gun.

"I don't like nonsense, and I don't want to hear him explain his mental journey as a scumbag."

This shot broke Gao Sui Yujiang's goal of dying in vain in the first week, and broke her ups and downs and affectionate mistakes for the second half of her life in the second week.

It also broke my longing and admiration for the photo of my parents in the ignorant period of the first 15 years of my life.

I threw the gun with his fingerprints on the bed that I had snatched from Gin before, and pretended to be a winery to commit the crime, then turned my head to look at Gogol, whose expression of astonishment had not faded away.

I didn't smile, and said with a serious tone, "I came here to kill him."