chsdbacks Chapter 70 Extra3
Chapter 70 Extra3
22 years ago.
On a dark street with sewage flowing, a boy stumbled along.
"...the best goods... come from over there..."
The whispers coming from an unknown corner are like a bloodthirsty hunter staring at a soft rabbit.
"How's the face? It's okay to have disabled legs, but there should be no problem with the face."
"Don't worry, I've been watching for a long time. Among so many little beasts, this one is the best looking."
"Okay, you are responsible for finding the buyer."
Several figures emerged from the depths of the darkness, chasing after the boy.
They didn't even take rope and sticks, and they didn't think it was necessary.
It was just a child with walking problems. How could several men fail to catch a disabled child?
The danger was approaching, and the boy felt it too, and he ran forward with his head sullen.
During this period, he bumped into the wall several times, and the chasers laughed, thinking this action was funny.
This is a slum, not far from the dark|prostitute street, they have seen many such children.
Those with dull eyes, mildly mentally retarded, deformed bodies, screaming for no reason...
Even the nuns in the church said that they were the children of the devil who had been cursed horribly, and that returning to the embrace of the Lord as soon as possible would be the best relief for them.
Anyway, it's still early, and they don't mind playing a game of cat and mouse.
"Run, haha!"
The boy seemed to have fallen and rolled down the gutter.
The dark ditch is a bit narrow, and adults can only bend over to climb in, and there is a foul smell in it.
But the inside is very big, and it can lead to different streets. If you don't go down and catch it, the "prey" will definitely run away.
"What trouble, you should have caught that brat sooner."
"how about you?"
They approached the gutter cursing.
"Okay, don't delay, there are still a group of people staring at this good product! If you miss it, it will be gone!"
A man who had lost money in a bet climbed down first.
Others were waiting up there, but first there were curses from inside, then the shrill screams of children, and finally the screams grew louder and drowned out the other voices.
"Hey?"
The grumpy man kicked impatiently at the railing above the gutter.
The screaming died away, and there was no movement inside.
"This idiot, shouldn't he be chasing him elsewhere?"
"Will he run away and leave us alone to find the snake? Damn it!"
Thinking of this, they were all very angry, and could only enter the dark ditch to look for it.
After stepping on the mud and sewage, he groped for a section of the road, and as soon as he straightened up, he saw pairs of strange eyes.
Cruel, cold, dull...
"Ah!"
The tearing shouts and cursing were buried in the screams of a group of children.
It's not fear, it's not pain, it just seems to be venting their distorted perception of the world.
Someone passed by this street and immediately chose to take a detour when they heard the sound.
No one in the ghetto has extra curiosity.
After a while, dirty children crawled out of the gutter, holding sharp stones, sea fish bones picked up from garbage dumps, and crudely made "weapons" such as iron sheets, all of which were stained with blood and dirt. mud.
The booty is held in the hands.
A dozen coins, coins that can buy bread.
The group of kids left quickly.
It took another minute before a man with blood on his face struggled to climb out of the gutter, clutching his injured lower body, with deep and shallow scars all over his arms.
"Damn little bastard."
He shivered with pain.
"boom."
A strong force came from behind, causing the man to fall to the ground suddenly.
He turned his head in horror, and he saw a small figure.
It's that boy.
Short silver hair, dark green eyes, and an unnaturally clean face.
And when he walked, although a little slow, he was very steady.
Obviously, the funnyness and embarrassment just now were all disguises.
The boy was holding a wooden barn in his hand, it was not suitable for him, it was too big, he had to use both hands to hold it, but he found a very suitable corner position, so that his arms and shoulders rested The wall, with a slightly hunched figure, offset the recoil brought by Mu Cangzhi.
The price of this is that the aim is not enough, the wooden cannon only hit the man's thigh.
The man cursed and wanted to get up, his eyes were red, exuding a ferocious aura.
He couldn't figure out where the kid got the wooden warehouse, but there was no doubt that the wooden warehouse was a good thing.
If he had a wooden warehouse, he wouldn't have to hang out in the neighborhood trying to make money. He could go to a more prosperous urban area to rob, or join a decent gang.
Greed overwhelmed the pain, arrogance blinded him, and he didn't think the boy with the wooden bin could kill him.
The next second he paid the price.
The smoke slowly rises.
The bullet dug a bloody hole in the man's chest.
The hand stretched forward could grab the wooden warehouse in the boy's hand in two seconds.
"Snapped."
The body fell, blood splashing on the silver hair.
And the face.
Beads of blood slowly rolled down his cheeks, and those dark green eyes showed no emotion.
The body was still twitching, but the boy seemed to sense something dangerous, and nimbly stuck to the wall and kept retreating, and the wooden barn mouth turned accurately to a dark corner.
"...What a surprise."
Fluent French.
But this is a completely unfamiliar language to the boy.
Soon, the husky voice switched to Spanish.
"Very good intuition, even my existence can be felt - it seems that you did kill Lorraine, and you are holding his wooden warehouse."
A person stepped out of a dark corner.
Black hat, black leather jacket, black boots.
The long shadows cast by the setting sun are like twisted tree branches, covering the whole alley hideously.
The boy was still backing away. One step would have put him in the gutter.
"Don't move, trust me...huh?"
The stranger was very surprised. He thought the boy would run away regardless. After all, from what he had observed before, although the boy was young, he was very thoughtful.
Whether it is making bait to deceive the prey, or driving and using those disabled children, there is a clear set of plans and arrangements. The most wonderful thing is that everything really developed according to his expectations. Those children huddled in the dark ditch without making any sound. Coin then happily left.
They didn't wait for the boy or thank each other, it was like a delicate partnership.
This is rare.
Capable people always want to be the leader of the group, demonstrating their dominance and "power" in various ways.Even if it is a very ridiculous and humble power, people are unwilling to give up. This commonality is the same whether it is an adult or a child.
People who reject this kind of power usually mean that they have enough wisdom to see how shallow the puddle they are in, and they are not interested in demonstrating power in the mud pit.
There is one exception, and that is a born killer.
——Because I never regard the people around me as the same kind, and naturally I have no interest in "ruling" these weak and incompetent "companions".
Looking at the corpse on the ground, the stranger thought of the emotionless look in the boy's eyes when he pulled the trigger just now, and he came to a conclusion in his heart.
Not only did he not regard his "companions" as the same kind, even these adults whose physical strength far exceeded his, in the eyes of the boy, they were just wild boars with a little trouble.
It is the kind of stupid pig who is difficult to deal with, but can be dealt with by setting up traps.
The most basic quality of a hunter is not physical strength, but "not being afraid of prey".
No matter how disparate the power of the prey is.
What a rare talent.
A great seedling that is great for organizing.
The strange man in black felt that it was all right to pursue the truth about the death of the serial killer nicknamed "The Green-Eyed Collector" on a whim.
The "Green-Eyed Collector" has committed many murders in various parts of Europe in the past 20 years. Because the objects he killed all had a pair of special green eyes, and the corpses he found were also missing eyes, so he got this nickname.
Three months ago, a bizarre murder case was discovered in Spain.
The owner of the villa disappeared, and the neighbor reported to the police. As a result, many large and small formalin jars were found in the basement. The largest one contained the body of the owner of the villa, and there were many eyeball specimens floating around the body.
The entire basement smelled of cleaning agents and formalin, and no useful fingerprints could be picked up.
After investigation, the Spanish police determined that this was the notorious green-eyed collector who had committed multiple murders.
But as to how he died, there has been no conclusion yet.
It's not that no one has thought about the possibility of the victim's retaliation, but the "green-eyed collector" has entered middle age and has a fat body. In the past two years, the age of his victims has been getting younger and younger, and almost none of them are over ten years old.
A child may open a wooden barn and kill the murderer, but how can he completely erase his traces?
Besides, the police have found the last victim of the "Green-Eyed Collector" before his death, a girl from a slum. The body was placed in the freezer and before the body was thrown away, the eyes had already been taken out. The death interval of "Eye Collector" is only three days.
Therefore, agents from various countries are more inclined to guess that a hater who has been tracking the whereabouts of the green-eyed collector for many years finally got his wish.
Inside the Black Organization, there is another file on the Green-Eyed Collector.
This guy named Lorraine is a French gangster survivor who once fought against the organization. He took away the property of the gangster and was ordered to be hunted down by the organization at that time. He has been hiding and fleeing all over the world.
However, with the development of the organization, this shitty thing was put on hold, and Lorraine still didn't dare to take the lead. This is the truth about why this green-eyed collector's whereabouts are secretive, and no one has caught him for 20 years, because what he is really afraid of is not The police, but the organization.
"Although Lorraine is a coward, he is not stupid. He has always been very careful... You imitated his cleaning method in the basement and eliminated your own traces."
The stranger stared at the boy and continued, "Lorraine took two prey that day, one was dead, and the other was you."
He slowly pulled out the wooden warehouse from his clothes, and said with interest, "You can feel it, right? You know that if you want to run, I will open the wooden warehouse without hesitation."
Locked by murderous aura, it's not that he is too scared to move, but quietly accumulates strength and waits for the opportunity.
"Not bad, really good. Come on... choose between dying and leaving with me."
The dark wooden barn mouth pointed at the boy.
"I look forward to your survival in the organization."
***
Gin opened his eyes and picked up the vibrating phone.
"what's up?"
The tone was indifferent, but the way he spoke first proved that he knew who the person on the other side of the microphone was.
Kurosawa said lazily, "Come for a drink?"
"I'm in Spain." Gin refused, and he had no plans to go to Japan in a short time.
"Hmm, have you been to that place?" Kurosawa asked suddenly.
Gin said sarcastically: "To relive old dreams and miss the day when I joined the organization? I don't do such boring things."
"In fact, I just had a dream, dreaming of the past."
Kurosawa's words made Gin frowned.
Is there such a coincidence?
It was impossible for Kurosawa to guess what Gin was thinking through the microphone, he continued: "Do you remember 'his' face?"
"Forgot, a dead person, how could he remember." Qin Jiu said lightly.
The man in black who brought them into the organization was the GIN of the previous generation.
The organization has a history of more than 100 years. How can a common wine name code like GIN be used by no one?It's just that after the gin, people in the organization gradually forgot about other users of this code name.
"Do you know? According to the information I just collected, it is said that the CIA thinks that I have found the previous generation of GIN, so there is such a chaotic situation."
Kurosawa said with interest.
Gin sneered.
In fact, that contact in the dark street was the only time they met that man.
It is ironic to say that the GIN of the previous generation of the organization did not die in the mission, but died of illness.
For members of the organization's TopKiller positioning, this method of death has a taste of black humor, but this is the case with diseases. It does not pick the rich or the poor, nor does it look at the good or evil of this person.
Even if the organization has a world-leading medical research institution, it is impossible to treat all diseases.
Anyway, after becoming an adult, Gin finally gained the trust and appreciation of the boss, and got this code name.
But in the secret agencies of various countries, if the person who gave up the GIN code name in the past was not killed by the successor, it is likely to hide in the organization and do other work.
"This statement will be tacitly accepted by Furutani Rei and Akai Hideichi."
Because it can remind all institutions that there are indeed two GINs.
"Since they want to confuse the public, let's cooperate. Recently, they speak more French, so that those who are used to profiling to capture details can grasp this feature."
Kurosawa suggested with a smile.
Gin answered: "I happen to be in Spain too, right? It's very familiar here, after all 'he' liked activities in Spain very much back then."
Otherwise, you won't meet yourself.