You don't even want to call me godfather

"Tsk, didn't you say there wouldn't be any accidents with this order?"

The consignee who was waiting at the door complained, threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and walked towards this side.

Angelina, who had just run to the damaged goods and squatted down, saw the things scattered on the ground through the dim light of the street lamp. She instantly realized that she was in big trouble.

Those things on the ground were bags of white crystalline objects. Even if people who had lived in Syracuse for a long time had never seen them with their own eyes, they all knew what they were.

Angelina's heartbeat quickened, and she felt her blood rushing to her head. She raised her head nervously and looked into the black muzzle of the gun in the recipient's hand.

"Gudong."

Of course she knew what would happen if an outsider discovered this. She swallowed in fear, her eyes widened, and even her legs seemed to be numb and she couldn't stand up.

"Now we have to deal with one more body. Can't those guys find someone more reliable?"

The recipient looked as if he didn't care if anyone died, and he slowly lowered his finger on the trigger.

"boom!"

Angelina closed her eyes. She never thought that she would die so young because of such a thing.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams rang in her ears, but she did not feel the pain as expected. When she opened her eyes, she saw the consignee lying on the ground holding one of his legs and screaming, and the pistol he had just held fell to the ground.

"Hey! What are you doing standing there, girl?"

On the other side, a young man who looked about her age just got out of a car, with smoke still coming out of the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

Angelina instantly understood what had happened, and hurriedly picked up the pistol that the recipient had dropped on the ground, then crawled to the side.

The young man walked over to the howling recipient, glanced at the small white bags scattered on the ground, and asked Angelina, "That messenger, this guy is the recipient, right?"

"Ah, yes... yes..."

Angelina hadn't fully recovered from her shock, but since this boy was the one who saved her, she responded obediently.

"Yeah……"

The boy raised his gun again and aimed it at the recipient on the ground.

"Ka...Cascade!"

The consignee raised his head in pain, and after seeing the boy's face clearly, his eyes widened.

"boom!"

Mercilessly, a bullet pierced the recipient's head, and he stopped screaming completely.

After coming out of the bar, Koshe didn't know what to do and wanted to investigate the affairs of Lappland and the Texas family, but considering that Syracuse had been in turmoil recently, he decided to do something else.

He had been observing this place for several weeks. He had heard reports from his family members that they had witnessed the transaction of prohibited items here.

So he parked his car nearby as usual, waiting for the day when someone would be exposed.

And he was caught today. If it weren't for Angelina's clumsiness, he really didn't know how long it would take to catch these drug dealers.

All of Syracuse's financial chains are controlled by the Cascade family, but occasionally some of them slip through the net.

In order to ensure the absolute ownership of the capital chain of these black areas, the Godfather once asked the gang members to pay more attention to those traffickers who did not belong to the Mafia and deal with them in time.

"Hello? It's me." After shooting the recipient, Koshe took out his cell phone and called a family cadre. "I'll send you the location later. Come over and deal with the bodies and a box of ecstasy."

After hanging up the phone, he thought about the messenger.

Angelina looked very frightened. She was holding the pistol and trembling against a car.

If what frightened her just now was the threat posed by the consignee to her life, what made her nervous now was the identity of the person in front of her.

Cascade, she heard the last name clearly, and Koshe's face was known to everyone in Syracuse. She never thought that she would encounter such a thing and meet such a person today.

"Messenger, tell me your name."

Koshe said to Angelina.

"Angelina Anshinin..."

"Anxinyuan?"

Koshe was puzzled for a moment. This last name didn't sound like a Syracuse last name.

Looking at this extremely nervous Wolper with brown hair and red eyes, Koshe sighed secretly.

Because of his status as a godson, he was often feared by others inexplicably, as he was now. Even he himself was troubled by this. After all, apart from young men like Lappland who would take the initiative to contact him, basically no one dared to make friends with him without permission.

"Don't be afraid, Anxinyuan, um... Angelina? Can I call you that?" Koshe extended his hand to her in a friendly manner and said, "Don't worry about my identity, just treat me as someone of the same age as you."

"Is that so..." Koshe's attitude calmed Angelina down a little. She timidly held his hand and said, "Um... Mr. Cascade..."

"Just call me Koshei. It seems like you've been used like a mule," Koshei said as he pulled Angelina up from the ground with a handshake. "You should know the rules of Syracuse, Angelina. Help must be rewarded."

"Mr. Kochey means..."

Angelina panicked again. Of course, she thought about the price she would have to pay after being rescued by her godson, or rather, she simply couldn't think of what price she could pay.

Money? There was no way the Cascades needed her money.

Could it be that……

Angelina's mind suddenly went blank. After all, she was still a 16-year-old girl. She could even imagine herself being pressed on the bed and toyed with.

"You are a messenger, and what I want most now is to experience a different life," but Koshe thought for a moment and said, "The work of a messenger... seems quite interesting. Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you."

"Ah..." Angelina was stunned for a moment, and then she wanted to strangle herself for having such wild thoughts, and quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, of course!"

"Then give me your contact information. I'll come find you when I'm almost done with my work."

"I... um... I don't have a cell phone..."

Angelina is penniless now. Not to mention a mobile phone, her daily expenses alone have already overdrawn her salary as a courier.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Koshe fired a shot at a low building nearby, scaring Angelina.

Following the gunshot, a person fell from the window and landed on the ground.

"It's too dangerous here. That guy wasn't alone. Leave first and I'll come back to find you."

Koshe looked around vigilantly and said to Angelina.

After Angelina left, Koshei put aside his worries, loaded his pistol, and walked towards the building where the attack had just begun.

He wanted to completely get rid of these drug dealers who were not affiliated with the Cascade family.

Chapter 5: Excluding Dissidents

Inside the rental house, Angelina was standing in front of the mirror.

She kept tying her hair, untying it, and tying it again, over and over again.

Girls of this age always love beauty, but looking at herself in the mirror with her long hair, Angelina scratched her hair in annoyance.

"Ahhhh, why am I so nervous!?"

Angelina couldn't help but get nervous when she thought about how Koshe saved her last night and asked her to take him to experience the life of a messenger in a few days.

"Don't think too much about it, just do it as usual."

She skillfully tied her hair into two ponytails, applied a light coral-orange lipstick, grabbed the staff beside her, and walked out the door.

But speaking of it... She doesn't have a cell phone, and she didn't leave any contact information or address. Koshe probably won't be able to find her, right?

And Koshe also said that he would come back to experience the life of a messenger after he is done with his work in a few days. At least he won’t come today...right?

After locking the door of the rental house, she walked towards her workplace as usual.

Unlike late at night, Angelina rarely uses her Originium skills near nightfall. As an infected person, it is better for her to keep a low profile.

Even in Syracuse, if someone is found to be infected, they will not be obviously excluded, but they will be blacklisted without their knowledge.

Fortunately, this express company does not care whether the courier is infected or not. Instead, Angelina's high efficiency in delivering goods has brought them more profits than ordinary people.

In Syracuse, goods are not shipped in bulk, because both the sender and the consignee may have their own ambitions, just as every package may contain a secret.

After Jie arrived at the cargo transit company, she checked once again whether her hair was loose. After making sure that her appearance was neat, she walked through the door with a smile.

"Boss! I'm here to work!"

As soon as she entered the company, she greeted her boss who was talking to someone else.

It would be better to say that he is the person in charge here rather than the boss.

"Hey, Anjie, you're here so early?" The boss was a strong woman from the Fengti tribe. After responding to Angelina's greeting, she said, "Thank you for your hard work in the past two months. You have to work the night shift every day."

"Ah, it's okay, it's my job after all."

Angelina scratched her face and said.

The boss has a very easy-going personality and is very nice to his employees. Sometimes he will suddenly grant employees vacations. If an employee has just been there for a short time, he might think he is going to be fired.

"Speaking of which, Anjie," the boss suddenly stretched out his hand to Angelina, holding something in his hand, "someone just came to give you something, his identity is um..."

The boss seemed to be stuck in the middle of his words and didn't continue.

"Eh? Something for me?"

Angelina was very confused. After she was infected with oripathy, she quietly left her family and schoolmates, moved alone to the other side of Syracuse, rented a small house, and lived a hard life.

Logically speaking, no one she knew before should be able to find her.

unless……

She took what the boss handed her, which was a cell phone.

"Ok?"

Angelina suddenly thought of something, and at that moment, her phone vibrated and the screen lit up, indicating an incoming call.

She had never used a mobile phone and didn't know how to answer the call. It was only with the guidance of her boss that she pressed the green answer button and swiped upwards.

"Hey?"

She said, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Angelina Anshinin."

The person on the phone said her name, and at the same time, her name was also called from behind her.

She turned her head and was stunned.

"It seems that there is no problem with the equipment communication. That's fine." It was Koshe. Seeing Angelina turned around, he also hung up the call and put down the phone. "Hey, I'm here to fulfill what we agreed yesterday."

"Um...Angie, you chat with Mr. Cascade. I'm going to catch those who skipped work." Just when Angelina didn't know what to do, the boss intervened and said, "Don't worry about the work. You can directly choose the order from the pile of sorted goods over there."

"Eh? Boss!"

Seeing that her last lifeline was gone, Angelina was completely confused. She had simulated the situation of getting along with Koshe in her mind, but she didn't expect it would come today.

"Ah! Wait, my hair, my hair shouldn't be messy..."

Koshe was standing in front of her, and the first thing Angelina thought about was whether there was anything wrong with her appearance.

Life is the best form of entertainment, she has always believed this, so even when everyone regards work as a pressure in life, she is the only one who regards it as an important part of life.

Of course, she is freest when she is alone.

Freedom...freedom?

The neighborhoods are the noisiest near night, especially during rush hour, when pedestrians are everywhere rushing home.

An office worker who was hurriedly walking against the flow of the crowd accidentally bumped into someone head-on at the street corner, and the briefcase in his hand fell to the ground.

"Sorry sorry."

He quickly picked up his briefcase, apologized to the person he hit, and ran away without even seeing the other person's face.

"Mr. Koshe, you didn't cause any trouble to that person just now?"

"So who do you think I am..." Koshe brushed off the dust on his clothes when he was hit, and said helplessly, "Obviously, apart from my status, I am no different from an ordinary Syracusan."