I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Author: Mr.Quin

Summary:

I always like——

Akai Mary

Fei Yingli

Yukiko Kudo

Suzuki Tomoko

Ooka Red Leaves

Vermouth

Reiko Akiba

And many more...

(I have completed four books so far, three of which have more than one million words. My character... is pretty strong, I guess. Anyway, I will finish them as long as they are on the shelves and I get paid. Rua!)

Volume One

Chapter 1 I will always love Akai Mary

Peckham, London at night.

Although it is located in the London area, one cannot experience the long history of the British Museum, the grandeur of Buckingham Palace, or the sacred romance of Westminster Abbey here. It seems as if it is isolated from the world.

All that can be seen is dirt and mess everywhere, closed and abandoned shops along the street, dim street lights, and all kinds of strange abstract graffiti on the rusty roller shutters of long-idle shops that are waiting to be rented out.

There is also the lingering smell of urine in the air, which is sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

This is the most notorious slum in London, with the worst infrastructure and the highest crime rate.

It was just after New Year's Day and the warmth of spring had not yet reached Western Europe. The bleak moonlight shone dimly on London through the thin mist at night. The streets in Peckham were deserted, like a ghost town.

After all, there is such a legend in London - when you are walking on the street at night and suddenly hear someone singing London nursery rhymes in the fog, please do not hesitate to go home immediately. Even if you cannot go home in time, try to find the nearest building to hide, otherwise you will meet Jack the Ripper.

But then again, ordinary people cannot go out at night in an area with such a high crime rate.

Oh, it’s not that you can’t. If you really want to go out, no one will stop you.

But if your luck is a little worse, even if you don't meet Jack the Ripper, you may still end up leaving alive but not coming back alive, and by the time you are found it will be the next morning, and you will be dead.

Perhaps he was killed tragically in the street with seventeen bullets in his back, or he fell in a dark alley with a dagger stuck in his back. After strict forensic examination, it was confirmed to be suicide, and the case was eventually left unresolved.

In general there are only three types of people who go out in Peckham at night.

Those who are not afraid of death don’t think they will die.

as well as--

Forced to go out.

Bang!

With a loud noise that broke the silence of the night, a wooden door leading to the underground beside the street was suddenly knocked open from the inside, and a tall middle-aged man covered in blood stumbled out in panic.

He tucked his windbreaker tightly around his body with one hand as if to cover a wound, and held a homemade pistol in the other hand.

The pistol's loaded indicator extended far backward, revealing the empty chamber underneath.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a gun that had run out of bullets, but the man seemed to have been possessed by some great mental stimulation and was possessed by a demon. He pointed the gun behind him and continued to pull the trigger frantically and in vain, shouting and yelling.

"Don't come over here! I'm Shelby! Albert Shelby!"

Shelby, this is a surname that was once very popular in Birmingham, England, but it has nothing to do with the current Albert Shelby. He simply borrowed the former's name.

Compared with the Razor Gang, which was once able to cooperate with the British government and monopolize major businesses such as horse racing and liquor, Albert Shelby was just a small local tyrant in this area.

Of course, now he may not even be considered a local tyrant.

Just ten minutes ago, when Albert Shelby was drinking and having fun in his small underground casino, the terrible attack came without warning.

All his men were killed in just a few minutes, and all counterattacks launched by the organization were futile. In the end, he was the only one who escaped.

Because everything happened too suddenly, Albert had no time to consider his losses and the possibility of making a comeback.

The only thing he wants now is to survive, he must survive!

Only by staying alive can you have output... No, it's a chance to escape!

But it is obvious that even such a humble wish is nothing more than a luxury under the current circumstances.

The familiar and ethereal singing voice penetrated the fog of the street and came again from afar.

"London Bridge is falling down! falling down! falling down..."

This is the most traditional and common nursery rhyme in the UK. Almost every child can sing it, but to Albert it was like the whispers of death in the ears of a dying person.

Whoosh-!

A sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a flying knife as thin as a cicada's wing cut through the night sky like a flash of purple lightning, passing by the man's body.

Albert only felt a chill on the outside of his right leg, followed by a burning pain, then warm liquid dripped down his trouser leg, and his steps staggered slightly.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a little scratch, this level of scratch...

Pfft!

The slap in the face for being self-righteous always comes so suddenly. Before Albert's inner monologue was over while he was running away, his legs, which still had a lot of strength left, had already fallen to his knees and he fell heavily to the ground in an awkward dog-eating-shit posture.

This is not some silly falling on the ground, nor is it some nonsense about being knocked down by aura.

Albert, who fell to the ground, immediately struggled to get up, but his legs gradually lost feeling, and his entire lower body became increasingly numb, and he suddenly reacted.

It's an anesthetic!

Da da da……

The singing did not stop. In the mist of the twilight street, the footsteps gradually approached. The outline of the figure slowly emerged and became clear under the moonlight and street lights.

Albert did not choose to continue running away. His legs were temporarily disabled. Even if his hands could still allow him to crawl, it would be of no avail. Instead, it might even provoke the other party's murderous intent.

Why not take a gamble and see if you can sit down and talk calmly.

After all, surviving is the most important thing.

Albert thought so, but when the footsteps came closer and the shadow of the human figure was elongated by the angle of the light and fell on him, he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise.

It was so unexpected.

Previously in the underground casino, he was so busy escaping that he didn't even get a clear look at the attacker, but now the attacker was right in front of him.

He was a young man who looked to be about high school age, with black hair and fair skin. He wore a black vest over a close-fitting white shirt, and black gloves on both hands. Between the index and middle fingers of his right hand were two silver throwing knives, which hung casually at his sides.

child?!

Albert was somewhat confused.

The boy smiled politely, bowed slightly, and skillfully took out his ID from his pocket and opened it to show it.

"Good evening, nice to meet you Mr. Shelby. I am Serabelle, a trainee investigator in the MI6 Executive Department."

(This name is actually a combination of two netas. You can guess it. The secret will be revealed at the end of the chapter.)

"MI…6?"

When Albert heard the name, his brain froze.

To be honest, he is just a local bully. Does he need MI6 to be dispatched to eliminate him at any time?

As if he could see through the local tyrant's inner thoughts, the young man with black hair continued talking to himself.

"Well, that's just the mission requirement. I'm only responsible for taking the money and doing the job. The rest doesn't matter to me."

Looking down at the local tyrant lying on the ground, Serabelle gently scraped the corner of her eyes with the tip of the flying knife between her fingers and tilted her head.

"Okay, this is your last stop, let's get this over with quickly, I have to get off work in a hurry. As for your good brothers or enemies, they are already waiting for you while fighting down below, so--"

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

Albert had no time to think about the meaning of the other party's words. He just realized that death was approaching and burst out with an unprecedented desire to survive.

"Whatever you want, I can give it to you! Money? Land? I'll give it to you..."

Pfft!

Before he could finish his words, a flying knife pierced through the local snake's tongue with lightning speed. The abundant capillaries burst and large amounts of blood gushed out instantly. The severe pain made the brain tremble.

The boy raised his index finger to his lips and exhaled gently.

"Shh~ A funeral is a serious occasion. You have to be quiet."

After saying that, Serabelle clasped her hands together slightly and placed the last flying knife in her palms. When she opened her hands again, a magical scene appeared.

The only flying knife that was supposed to be left turned into dozens. As his palm widened, one after another appeared and hovered motionless in the air.

Then Serabelle moved his ten fingers slightly, just like an orchestra conductor holding a baton, and with his movements, the flying knives seemed to be given life, flashing with cold light and dancing around the two of them like butterflies, like a grand fusion performance of symphony and magic.

This is the magic of death.

Albert's face turned a terrible blue-gray color, and blood mixed with saliva kept dripping from the corners of his mouth. The effect of the anesthetic spread throughout his body and even affected his brain. He could only make a whimpering sound in despair.

As the performance progressed, the movements of Serabelle's fingers became slower and gentler, like a tuner making the final fine-tuning of the strings.

As he moved, the flying knives suspended in the air gradually returned to a state of stillness.

They formed a circle in the air, stacked up in three layers from top to bottom, and the blade of each knife was pointed downward at a 45-degree angle towards the fallen Albert. They were connected to each other by almost transparent silk threads, and the ends of the threads were in the young man's hands.

He paused for a moment and suddenly smiled.

"Good night, sir."

Serabelle flicked her fingertips, and the taut silk thread loosened at that moment.

The final climax of the performance came as violently as a glacial collapse.

In an instant, dozens of flying knives swooped down at the same time, violently piercing into the flesh and splashing a large amount of blood, casting a layer of brown on the deep night on the street.

Looking down at the local tyrant who was already dead on the ground, Serabelle was lost in thought for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something, took out a black walkie-talkie from her waist and put it to her mouth.

"Hi~ The razor gang in the third area of ​​Peckham has been wiped out. Sister Mary, please reply~"

Just five seconds after the words fell, a stern female voice responded from the other end of the intercom.

"I know, I'll be there soon."

……

Ten minutes later, with the sound of a luxury car engine coming from far away at the corner of the street, two beams of car lights that were countless times brighter than the street lights shone around the corner, piercing through the twilight and falling on Serabelle, who was sitting on the curb with squinted eyes and a determined face, admiring the hazy moonlight with a corpse beside her.

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The car approached slowly and stopped at the side of the road with the handbrake pulled.

The car door opened, and a cool woman wearing a brown round hat and a beige windbreaker got out. Her short wavy light blonde hair reflected dazzling light under the car lights. She had fiery red lips and a slender figure, and even her thick clothes could not hide her mature and hot curves.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

"Is everything settled? Are there any injuries?"

Mary Akai came to the corpse and skillfully took out her mobile phone to take a picture. At the same time, without turning her head, she asked the boy who stood up and stretched beside her.

"Of course - no." Serabelle stretched her muscles.

"That's good."

Akai Mary answered briefly, and after confirming that the evidence had been preserved, she immediately turned and walked towards the car.

"Let's go home. Bell, you drive. I need to rush to write a mission report on the way."

"Understood~"

Serabelle followed slowly with her arms raised high behind her head.

"Oh, oh, Sister Mary, tonight you..."

"can."