【Flame Burial】Our vulgar love story

"Regarding this mission, our Lateran side will also send a coordinator to participate in your operation. The operation must be foolproof."

The voice of a middle-aged man came from the video call. Although it was technically processed, it sounded harsh and weird, but the arrogance that had been in the top position for a long time was still difficult to conceal.

Yanke laughed lazily, and put his long legs on the table arrogantly: "Just you Rutlan bastards? Don't send some garbage to slow you down, maybe I will kill him." The middle-aged man also laughed The laughter was mixed with sarcasm and disdain: "Don't worry, Sarkaz swordsman. That man... is a freak."

Freak?What a coincidence, me too.Yan Ke was thinking with a blank expression, but what he said was: "I don't have time to discipline the assassin for you, you must find someone else, or don't send your people to get in the way."

The man at the other end of the video is obviously not a character who will be provoked by a few words, he said: "That man is familiar with everything in Rutland, you will need him. Besides, he is not an ordinary person, but a A complete killing machine." The voice of the middle-aged man became harsher, and the disgust could be smelled through the screen: "After all, he, along with his clan and the citizens of Lateran protected by law, can Do not hesitate to strike, if you are not a freak, what is it? Yanke, you will like him."

"Ha, all right. Then trust you once. His name?"

"The Undertaker."

Infiltrate Rutland and clean up the hidden underground civil opposition groups.The objective of this mission is not too difficult for Yanke and his elite mercenaries.The only difficulty is that they don't have enough information, but since there is a local, things are much easier to handle.

After entering the Lateran border, Yan Ke asked several team members to collect information separately, while he went to meet with the "undertaker" as previously agreed.

2 minutes ago, the undertaker replied to him with a voice on the communicator: "Mr. Yanke, hello, I am the intern 'undertaker' of the Rutland Justice Office. Please go to Aknai on B3 Avenue in the 10th District Please wait a moment at the coffee shop. I am on a mission in this block, and I will be there in about [-] minutes. Sorry for keeping you waiting." The voice was cold and serious.Yan Ke heard screaming, crying, and the sound of bullets being loaded in the background.

Ten minutes later, Yanke sat at the window of the coffee shop.Through the glass window, you can see a tall church opposite.The off-white spire pierced straight into the sky, and looked like some kind of ominous weapon to Yanke. He really couldn't understand why the lateran people's aesthetics were so strange.

Although the horns on his head and pointed ears indicate that Yanke is an unwelcome Sarkaz, he is still a very handsome and attractive man, sitting alone by the window with a coffee cup is enough to make Any girl's heartbeat.So soon a girl approached with a blushing face and whispered, "Excuse me, is there anyone in the seat opposite you?" Yan Ke turned his head and glanced at her.

Blue eyes and yellow hair with a circle on his head.It's a Sakota young woman with 0 combat power and no threat.

Yan Ke retracted his gaze and said, "There is someone."

The girl was obviously disappointed, but such a handsome man is really rare, so she mustered up the courage to continue asking: "Well, sir, can you leave a contact—"

The girl's words were still in her throat, but the man in front of her suddenly put down the coffee cup with a "bang", sat up straight, and stared sharply across the street.The girl followed his gaze blankly, and found a young man of the Sakota clan walking from a distance, still wearing the uniform of the Lateran Notary Office.

Yanke's eyesight is excellent, he saw the handsome young man at a glance.The young man was wearing a formal uniform, carrying a black gun on his back, and a string of large-caliber bullets hanging diagonally from his body.His uniform was stained with blood, and his cheeks were also stained. The bright color reminded Yan Ke of some kind of flower that bloomed in the snow for a moment.

The young man stood upright on the side of the street waiting for the traffic lights, and smoothed out his messy blond hair.His expression was very cold, making it impossible to see his emotions, just like——

a machine.

He is the undertaker, Yanke is absolutely sure.

Sure enough, the young man from the opposite side came over and stopped through the glass window of the coffee shop, meeting Yan Ke's eyes.

"Hello, I've been waiting for a long time." That's what the young man said.

The mourner sat down, put the gun aside, and ordered himself a cup of black coffee.He knew that the man on the opposite side had been looking at him, the meaning in his eyes was incomprehensible to the undertaker, but there was no malice.

"So, what information did you bring?" Yan Ke asked, but his eyes fell on the mourner's hand holding the coffee cup.

The young man was wearing a half-cut black elastic glove, and the exposed wrist seemed to be whiter and more delicate than a porcelain cup.When he held the cup, his slender index finger passed through the handle, and his slender little finger held the bottom underneath, looking refined and well-bred, incompatible with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood all over his body, but he didn't seem to feel anything wrong at all.

"I happened to ask for some information just now." The mourner put down his coffee cup, and pulled out the map of Rutland City from his personal terminal, "There is an underground bar on A9-11 Avenue in the eighth district, which seems to be a frequent meeting place for their senior management place, I think we can go to find out first tonight.”

Yan Ke held his chin and thought, "It shouldn't be that easy to get into this kind of place, right? Are there any special conditions?" Kazdale also has some underground bars, which are usually membership-only, or you need to be recommended by acquaintances to get in.

The mourner nodded and said in a flat tone: "Well, that's a bar that only accepts homosexuals. But I think this condition is easy to meet. I can pretend to be a homosexual couple with you. Of course, I am not To offend, you can also choose someone else, or me and someone else, as long as it can complete the task."

The golden sunset outside the window just spilled into the coffee shop, softening the cool outline of the youth.He couldn't see any emotional flow in his eyes, he just looked at Yan Ke so quietly under the sun, as clear as a piece of blue glass without any impurities.

Yan Ke was stunned for a moment by the mourner's words, but he quickly came back to his senses.

What, this little angel.Are you looking down on him?

Yan Ke gave a provocative smirk on purpose, propped his left hand on the coffee table, and leaned closer to the young man's beautiful and dignified face.While wiping the remaining blood on the mourner's cheek with his thumb ambiguously, he blew lightly into his ear.Noticing that the young man trembled unconsciously, Yan Ke's mood suddenly became very good.

He lowered his voice, with a slight smile: "Of course I'm fine, how about—start looking for feelings now? Boyfriend?"

This time, the one who was stunned turned into a mourner.

【TBC】