[Tutor] A boy jumped over the wall

Chapter 1 The Silver-Haired Man

The night is lonely, with the chill of the autumn wind.

Large groups of black clouds are like overturned ink, completely covering the dark blue sky, leaving only the oppressive black.

A young man nimbly slipped under the bushes, hid in the deepest corner and curled up in a ball, his heart was still beating wildly because of the strenuous exercise just now.He held his breath, nervously slowed down, and peeked out through a gap in the bushes.

"Where's that kid? Did he run away!"

Several men in black suits walked out of the door with guns in their hands. One of the burly men with a rough voice frowned and beckoned to the others.

"Quickly, search the courtyard and don't let him slip away."

"Don't worry, where else can he run, the whole villa is surrounded, you just relax!"

Another skinny man smiled casually, put away his gun, and took out a silver lighter from his pocket.

With a "click", the blue flame illuminated his face as he sucked his cigar.The man took two deep breaths, and the curling smoke slowly dissipated in mid-air.

The previous man glanced at him dissatisfied, and didn't say anything about his actions, but said in a low voice: "Don't be too careless."

"Dude, you are always so vigilant." The man said with a smile and looked around, throwing the half-smoked cigar on the ground, which was quickly crushed by the shiny black leather shoes.

"Okay, since you said so, let's finish the mission quickly. Before it's too late, we can go to the bar last time for a few drinks."

Having said that, being able to live as a mafia until now has naturally experienced many dangerous moments of life and death. No one wants to lose their life because of a momentary carelessness.

Especially low-level people like them who are struggling on the line of life and death, a little negligence can send them to see God.

He took out the gun from his waist again, loaded it, and carefully walked over with his finger on the trigger.Seeing this, several other people dispersed and searched the entire courtyard in an orderly manner.

The gaunt man leaned sideways and searched carefully along the side of the bushes.He was arched, his steps were slow, and he was so cautious that he didn't miss any corner.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, the young man knew he couldn't escape, he gritted his teeth, picked up the gun on the ground, and aimed at the man's chest through the gap.His face turned pale due to nervousness, his sea-blue eyes stared at the man's movements without blinking, his hands trembled slightly, causing the muzzle of the gun to tremble continuously.

Ten meters—five meters—

"Wang!"

A huge husky suddenly ran out from the door. Its fur was shiny and smooth, and its running posture was swift and agile. It was obviously well taken care of.

The appearance of the husky startled them, and almost instantly everyone pointed their guns at it, only to realize that it was a false alarm.

The man shrugged mockingly and lowered his gun. "What, it's just a stupid dog..."

"do not move."

When they were distracted, the young man jumped over the bushes at an extremely fast speed, reached his back with a gun, and gave a cold warning.

"You'd better throw the gun away now, or I don't know if it will go off."

"Tolev!"

There was a sudden change at the scene, and the others pointed their muzzles at the boy, but they could not shoot because of the safety of their companions, so they could only stare at him angrily.

"……it is good."

Tolev thought he was unlucky, let go of his hand and let the gun roll to the ground.

The husky found its owner, didn't realize the tense atmosphere at all, and ran over happily flicking its tongue, rubbing back and forth around Tolev, as if wanting to play with him.

Everyone froze for a moment, and then their heads were covered with black lines.

"Andre! Sit down!"

The young man was slightly embarrassed, knowing its urinating nature, so he had no choice but to order it not to move.

The husky whimpered in disappointment, lay down resentfully with its tail drooping, and looked at these strange humans boredly.

Tolev suddenly sneered, feeling the boy's gun hit him hard, and waved his hand helplessly, as if he didn't care at all.

"The way they use the gun is so blunt, they really protect you very well."

"You'd better not talk too much! Tell me, father, where are they all?!"

"They..."

Tolev evoked a mocking smile, "It's all reported to God."

"What did you say!"

Hearing the words, the young man was struck by lightning, and his face instantly turned extremely pale. After only a second of dazed effort, Tolev hit him hard with his back elbow.

His face was thrown sideways by the blow, and his loose gun was snatched away.The boy staggered, and his hair was pulled back forcefully. Tolev laughed and put the gun to his chin.

"That's not how guns are made!"

"asshole!"

His scalp was so painful that he struggled a few times without getting out, his eyes were ablaze with anger. "Kill me now if you have the ability!"

"Tsk tsk, the little lion is angry."

Several mafias gathered together, roaring with laughter, and jokingly watched the teasing of their companions.

"Do you know how your father died? A gun shot through his forehead, you must have never seen the scene where his brains are splashed! Isn't he usually very arrogant? What kind of master, in the end, he was killed by an ordinary gun. The bullet was killed! And your mother, she was still begging us to let you go before she died, what a stupid woman! But she is indeed a beautiful woman, no wonder she doesn't even have a mistress..."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

The boy broke down and roared, and rushed towards Tolev desperately like crazy, leaving a few bloodstains on his face with a wave of his hand.

"Ah!" Tolev let out a cry of pain, grabbed the young man's slender neck with a ferocious face, lifted him into the air, and watched him viciously thumping about due to suffocation, his fair cheeks turning red and purple.

"You are courting death!"

"enough!"

The previous man answered the phone and ran over quickly with a serious expression. "There's something wrong with the boss, get rid of him quickly, and we'll return to the headquarters immediately!"

The intelligent husky seemed to suddenly realize that his master was in danger of life. He rushed forward to rescue him, but was kicked away and rolled away, lifeless.

Andre...

The vision became more and more blurred, the boy's struggling movements began to weaken, and his eyes were tired and wanted to close.A gentle face appeared in his mind, with eyes that were also sea blue with imperceptible sadness.

"Kerry, live...you must live well..."

The curly and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and a few tears slowly slid down from the corners of the eyes and down the fair cheeks.

Sorry.

mother, i might...

"what!"

There were a few screams beside his ears, and as soon as the restraint on his neck was loosened, he immediately rolled down to the ground in embarrassment, coughing several times in a row before he regained his strength, and struggled to raise his head while covering the bruises on his neck.

is something happened? !

Several mafia gangsters in the courtyard had been killed with a sword, leaving only two guys who seemed to be the leaders.They took a few steps back in horror and pointed their guns forward.

"Who are you!"

The man who appeared suddenly did not answer. He straightened his back and stood in the night, his dazzling silver hair fluttering.His facial features are very deep, you can see the straight bridge of the nose and tight light-colored thin lips, and the extremely light gray pupils are staring at them coldly.After a while, a hoarse voice sounded.

"The last two."

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling sword light shot up into the sky, the bodies of the two froze for a moment, and they fell heavily on the ground, blood pools quickly spread on the grass.

The man in the darkness walked slowly over the corpse, looking down at him arrogantly, blood dripping down the sharp sword tip.Surprisingly, the other sleeve was empty, only the ferocious iron hook was exposed.

He stared blankly for a while.

"Little devil, what's your name?"

The cold gaze seemed to be real, piercing the young man's body fiercely, and he couldn't help shivering.But he still struggled to stand up, raised his head and said firmly: "Chris. Chris? Del? Bernarrotti."

"It really is his son."

It was getting dark, but the wind was picking up.

The long silver hair fluttered more and more wantonly under the blowing of the wind, and the corners of the wide black uniform also rattled. He paused and made a soft sound.

"Follow me."