You don't even want to call me godfather

What Boye was doing at this moment was to delay time. Right now the biggest threat to Koshei and his men was Xila. If she could delay a little longer, it would give Koshei and his men more possibilities to escape.

"No, I'm not curious. I said I was just following orders." Xila took a step forward and lowered the muzzle of the gun. "I know what you are planning, but unfortunately, everything you do is in vain."

"Wait a minute! What about your son! That Asa—"

"boom!"

Xila did not give Boye a chance to continue talking nonsense. She pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet pierced Boye's head again, but this time, she was completely dead.

"Asa..."

Xila took two steps back, murmuring Azazel's name. It was beyond her expectation that her son, whom she had placed high hopes on, would mingle with a group of fallen angels.

But the mission is the mission, and human feelings are human feelings. Public and private affairs must be clearly distinguished, and she is also aware of this, so in fact, she is extremely conflicted in her heart at this moment.

Xila clenched her pistol. She took a last look at Bo Yi's body. After confirming that Bo Yi showed no signs of resurrection, she turned around and rushed upstairs.

Only Bo Yi's body was left lying on the ground, blood flowing out from the bloody hole in her head, and gathering along the cracks in the floor to form a cross-shaped pool of blood.

Chapter 83: Never Stop

"Boye, do you really want to drop out of school?"

In a large mansion, a woman with long dark blue hair sat on the second-floor balcony. She basked in the sunshine and asked Bo Ye.

"Well, I submitted the application form two days ago."

Bo Ye answered casually, holding the teacup.

"It's so sudden, and you didn't even tell me in advance," the blue-haired woman swirled the tea in her cup, speaking with some regret, "We're almost graduating, and I wanted to work with you in the future. You're obviously a capable guy."

"I'm sorry, Mostima, this is my own decision..." Facing the blue-haired woman's teasing remarks, Bo Yi sighed as he looked at her profile, "I will file a lawsuit against this country and I probably won't go back to the military academy."

Bo Ye raised his head, felt the sunlight on his face, and closed his eyes slightly.

"If we really want to sue, do we have a chance of winning?"

Mostima asked as she took a sip of tea and filtered out the tea leaves that had slipped into her mouth.

"My father's lawyers and acquaintances will help," Bo Yi opened his eyes and stared straight at the sun in the sky, his eyes full of determination, "I will not lose."

"I'm really worried about you going against the Lateran judicial system..."

Mostima put down the teacup and looked towards the vineyard not far away, as if she was thinking about something.

"Let's not talk about this. Why did you suddenly think of coming to me, Mostima?" Bo Ye retracted his gaze from the sun and moved his gaze to Mostima's body. "How is your injury?"

She looked at Mastema's hands, which were wrapped in bandages and had some blood seeping out.

"Yeah... not bad."

Mostima clenched her fist, and her action actually caused the wound under the bandage to tear a little bit again, but she didn't care.

"It's actually very painful, do you need painkillers?"

As a classmate and friend for many years, Boye knew Mostima very well and knew that she was just holding on.

"I'm not so weak that I need drugs to relieve the pain. It's just a minor injury from training," Mostima seemed unwilling to admit it. She waved her hand and changed the subject abruptly. "But you, I've never heard of you owning such a piece of land before."

"Although I am the owner of this winery, I have always entrusted it to others to help manage it." Mostima's somewhat abnormal attitude made Bo Yi stunned for a moment. She pursed her lips and suggested, "The days before graduation are indeed difficult. Anyway, you will definitely graduate with your grades. Why don't you stay here for a few days?"

"Ha, forget it. You know my mother," Mostima thought of something and couldn't help laughing. "If I don't go home for a few days, she might just make up a crime for me and put me on a wanted list."

"Well... having a mother who is too strict is definitely not a good thing..." Bo Yi scratched his hair awkwardly, "I remember you had a younger brother, his name seemed to be something..."

"Azazel," Mastema added, "Maybe he's not old enough. At least his mother hasn't shown any strict requirements on him yet. But he will soon enter the military academy. I guess he will be treated similarly to me then..."

"Oh, it's so tragic..." Bo Yi sighed deeply, expressing his sympathy for Mostima and Azazel, and then raised his teacup as if nothing had happened. "Forget it, why think so much? Before your mother comes to find you, drink a few more cups with me!"

"This doesn't seem to be wine, it's just tea..."

"Hey, why are you worrying about so many details? Drink it! Drink it!"

Boye put his arm around Mostima's shoulders, completely ignoring her resistance and just enjoying himself.

……

"Miss, it's a pity what happened to your father," a man in a neat suit sat next to Bo Ye in a church, looking at the statue of the Son of God at the front of the church, "He was not the kind of person who would commit a crime that would warrant death in prison."

"Uncle...were father's crimes fabricated?"

Bo Ye lowered his head slightly and looked at the seat in front of him. There were only the two of them in the empty church.

"As far as I know, your father is not someone who is associated with the black industry like me, but even so, the truth is still in the dark now." Bo Yi's uncle turned his head and looked at her absent-mindedly. "Today's society is in a state of considerable chaos due to political confrontation and impeachment of public officials. If your father is caught up in this storm, it would be too unfortunate."

"What should I do next..."

Bo Yi let out a long sigh, she bent down and rested her forehead on the back of the seat in front of her.

"The lawyers have different opinions. In the current situation, it is too dangerous to go against the judicial system." My uncle raised his head slightly and looked at the statue of the Son of God illuminated by the sunlight through the stained glass. "All large-scale political struggles will be suspended, and those lawyers will probably be fired."

"...What about you?"

As if he had guessed what his uncle meant, Bo Ye suddenly raised his head and looked at him.

"I've had a question in my mind for a long time, why do people insist on doing something valuable... I never thought about this question before," facing Bo Yi's almost questioning eyes, the uncle dodged his gaze, and finally just apologized, "Sorry, Miss, I can't do it anymore."

"…I can't accept your idea."

Bo Yi was silent for a few seconds and lowered her head again. The shadow of her bangs covered her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression.

"I think so... But one day you will understand this. There is a limit to advancing with the vigor of youth." The uncle took a deep breath and smiled helplessly as if relieved. "What are you fighting against? How can you reap the fruits of victory? You have to defeat your father's enemies, but who should you kill to achieve your goal? Have you really thought about these issues seriously?"

The topic reached an awkward point, and even Bo Yi, who was bent on revenge for his father, was more or less aware of his own problem.

"Uncle... you just want to leave this train because you are a coward, because continuing the investigation will affect your own power." After a long time, Bo Yi raised her head again. Completely contrary to her uncle's expectations, the look in her eyes seemed to become more determined, "But I will not get off the train!"

Just as her uncle said, Bo Yi is just moving forward with the vigor of her youth, and she knows very well what the end of the road she is walking on is.

This is a train that never stops. Maybe one day it will step on the brakes, but it will never be now.

Chapter 84: The Final Battle

At this time, everyone was on the roof of the building.

"do not move!"

Koshe called out to Kule the moment she was about to step into the rooftop entrance, and Kule's feet stopped in mid-air.

"Be gentle and bring your legs back slowly."

Following Koshe's instructions, Kule looked in the direction he pointed, which was right under his feet.

An extremely thin silver thread that was hard to detect was lying there. Although I didn't know what it was connected to, if I hadn't stopped just now...

Kule couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to think any further. She carefully retracted her legs, retreated to Koshe's side, and leaned against the wall.

"It seems someone got there first and laid a trap on the rooftop," Koshe raised his submachine gun, his finger on the trigger, and turned back to remind, "Azazel, Raphael, you two should be careful too. Pay attention to every corner. Follow the team and provide fire support at any time."

"understand!"

Raphael shouted, she looked very much in shape, while correspondingly, Azazel seemed less focused.

Koshe also noticed this. He deliberately looked at Azazel again, then took the lead in stepping over the silver thread and taking the first step.

Nothing happened, but this silver thread made everyone dare not let down their guard. No one could guarantee whether the person who got there first had only set this trap.

Then, Koshe took the second step.

The third step, the fourth step, until Koshei reached the entrance to the rooftop, nothing happened.

The people behind him also moved forward one by one and crossed the silver thread.

At the entrance to the rooftop, Koshe stretched out his arm and pointed the muzzle of his gun out of the door as bait, but it did not trigger any other traps.

"Di."

But just as Koshe leaned out of the door, a slight sound as if some mechanism was triggered reached the ears of several people.

Perhaps Koshe, who had always lived in Syracuse, did not know where the sound came from, but Kuler, who had lived in Lateran for a long time and devoted himself to the dark cause, was very familiar with this sound.

"Kosh-e!"

Kule, who was beside him, suddenly pushed Koshei to the side, hid behind the wall near the entrance, and rolled down the stairs leading down to the air-raid shelter.

"Boom!"

Just as their bodies touched the ground, something outside the door burst in a fan shape, triggering an explosion.

"Asa!"

Raphael quickly grabbed Azazel, who had just reacted, and fell backwards using his body's center of gravity, rolling down the stairs with Azazel.

"Click——"

When the two men rolled down the stairs, someone's body pressed on the silver wire, triggering the mechanism.

“Bang—bang—”

With two explosions on both sides of the stairs, the staircase collapsed.

In this way, Azazel and Raphael were left downstairs, while Koshei and Kule were trapped at the entrance to the rooftop.

As if it had been arranged in advance, the four were forced to split into two groups. One group had to deal with the pursuit downstairs, while the other group had to confront the enemy that might be on the roof.

But both sides have no way out. There is no doubt that they are now like turtles in a jar, being arranged by others in every possible way.

"Cough-cough-"

After the explosion, Koshei, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help coughing a few times because of the dust falling on his face.

Fortunately, due to the structure of the house, the location where he and Kuler were currently located was not affected much by the explosion in the stairwell, but the collapsed stairs also meant that they would have to fight a desperate battle next.

"Koshe...cough...are you okay?"

When the dust settled, Kuler, who was on top of Koshei, climbed up and reached out his hand to him.

"No, it's okay," Koshe stood up with Kule's help. He waved his hand to disperse the dust floating in front of his eyes, bent down and picked up the submachine gun on the ground, "It seems that we have been calculated."

"But it seems that there were no casualties in this set. Even if it was a trap, it was too unprofessional." Kuler coughed a few times and rubbed his eyes that were invaded by dust. "But the possibility of deliberate action cannot be ruled out."

Koshei leaned against the wall, holding a submachine gun and a pistol in his hands, swinging on both sides of his body. The close-range explosion caused him to have a little tinnitus.

He took a few deep breaths, tilted his head back slightly, and parted his lips.

"That is to say, there is a high possibility that someone is waiting for us on the roof, right?" Koshei did not wait for Kuler's answer, because he already had the answer in his mind, "Check your weapons and prepare for a head-on conflict."

If someone did it on purpose, he couldn't be sure how many enemies he might have to face next.

'Msisha, in my current state, I still can't summon the cubs, right?'

Leaning against the door, Koshe asked Msisha in his mind.

"At least not now."

Msisha's words almost spelled Koshe's death.

But Koshei didn't seem to have any idea. He sighed softly and looked at the gun in his hand.

So far, he had agreed that his life after the fall of the government was well earned, that without Msisha he would not have survived even William's hands, and that he would remember that when his time came.

Now that he was in a desperate situation, his mind became clear and he understood some things.

All of this, all of this damned thing, this damned life, he can't and will never stop.

Even if he had to face death, he had no fear. He knew his weaknesses, which were freedom, madness, and killing.

A family member who has passed away.

"Walk."

Koshe said softly, then picked up the gun without hesitation, turned around and walked out the door, followed closely by Kule.

Outside the door was a spacious rooftop, the most suitable place for the final battle in many stories. There were still black marks from previous explosions on the ground.

There was no expected scene of a group of people pointing guns at them. Instead, there was only a figure standing on the empty rooftop with his back to the two of them.

A gust of night wind blew, ruffling Koshe's hair and clothes. He stared at the man's back until he sensed their arrival and turned around.

At this moment, Koshe's pupils shrank rapidly. The person waiting for them here was none other than Clowell, who had pointed a pistol at him in the reception room before.

At this moment, Koshei figured out everything, whether it was the pursuit of the Gunners or the death of Iris, he understood it all.