You don't even want to call me godfather

After saying this, Koshei backed away little by little until he was out of the door. He turned around and rushed towards the hotel.

He now needs to deal with not only the Iris issue, but also some other things...

After Koshe left, Iris finally breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the voices fading away.

She was naturally aware that it was Koshe who gave her the opportunity to perform, and similarly, she could not let Koshe down. Before Clowell did anything to harm Koshe, she had to pry something out of Charlie's mouth.

"..."

But it was Iris's moment of slackness that gave Charlie an opening, and the moment her blade against his neck loosened, his body trembled slightly.

"Boom!"

Then, Charlie, who had just been weak in his limbs, suddenly straightened his legs, exerted force from his waist, and hit Iris on the chin.

The defenseless Iris took the blow completely, the back of her head hit the wall hard, followed by a feeling of dizziness.

Her body slid down the wall and fell to the ground, but before the impact had worn off, Charlie turned over and stepped on Iris' wrists with both feet, using his own weight to pin her down.

Iris could feel blood flowing from the back of her head, but the head injury made it difficult for her to exert much strength for the time being. She could only watch Charlie, with his hands tied, continue to hit her with his forehead.

Once, twice, Charlie's expression was extremely ferocious at this time. Even though he had a wound on his forehead, he still repeated the impact action.

Blood kept flowing from his forehead, along his eyes, nose, and into his mouth. He clenched his teeth tightly, with his masseter muscles bulging, as if Iris was some deep enemy with whom he had a grudge.

Because at this moment, Charlie's shell shock relapsed due to the pressure of the Iris Blade just now, and he was once again caught up in the time he spent on the battlefield.

In his eyes, the iris overlapped with the figure of the inner guard who was being pinned down and strangled by him.

The broken mask of the inner guard, the black substance leaking out of it, and the blood-stained face of Iris were constantly irritating his nerves. He stared with his eyes wide open, not caring at all even though his own blood had already flowed into his eyes.

Iris's hair was messy and stuck to the blood on her forehead. She couldn't stand the continuous blows. The dizziness in her head became more and more severe, and more and more blood seeped into her eyes, so she couldn't help but close her eyes.

But after a moment, Iris suddenly opened her eyes, and her deep purple eyes turned golden again.

……

"Ha ha……"

After an unknown amount of time, Iris regained consciousness.

The scene in front of her was shaking, and it was obvious that she must have experienced a difficult fight during the time she lost consciousness.

She kept gasping for breath, and when the double image in front of her eyes gradually disappeared, she could see clearly.

She saw her bloody hands and Charlie, who was lying lifeless on the ground not far from her.

But the strange thing is that what killed Charlie was not Iris's dagger or hands, but several blood holes pierced by bullets, from which blood was flowing out continuously, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

"Commander Kloviel, we found him."

Before Iris could react to what was happening, a female voice was heard outside the door. She had to go into hiding and quickly flee from the scene.

Charlie's death was completely beyond Iris's expectations, and now she didn't know what to do.

But she knew that the accident caused by her unauthorized actions might have brought considerable trouble to Koshe.

……

As the street lights on Rutland Street just came on, a figure was moving quickly between the buildings.

As he moved from one position to another, he disassembled the pistol in his hand, scattered and discarded the parts, and hid them in different places.

Finally, he completed this series of anti-search operations, took a deep breath, and walked under the light of the street lamp.

The wolf ears on his head and the Leitania-style clothing all indicate his identity.

Leno Belgrade, General of Leitania and representative to the International Conference.

He breathed in the cold air around him, and after calming down, he pretended to be strolling on the street as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 96: No End

Photo shop, just when Koshe left to look for irises, almost the next moment after he walked away, a figure came to the door of the shop.

She glanced at the "Closed" sign on the door and pushed it open without hesitation.

"You're here, Ben Hong?" Cecia, who was resting on the table, raised her head lazily, glanced at Ben Hong, and then collapsed again, saying weakly, "Pour yourself something to drink. The guests just left not long ago, and we haven't had time to clean up yet."

"No need, I just came to report the situation to Adam." Ben Hong noticed the two cups of tea on the coffee table that were still warm and steaming, and frowned unnaturally, "But I didn't expect those two to appear here. This is different from the original plan."

"Don't ask me. I didn't make the plan." As if she had sensed Ben Hong's dissatisfaction, Cecia slowly sat up and leaned back in her chair, saying nonchalantly, "If you want to ask, go ask him. What's the point of complaining to me?"

While Cecilia was swinging the pot, the curtain leading to the small room underground was slowly lifted.

"Everything should be normal for now, Ben Hong." To Cecia and Ben Hong's surprise, Adam, who had not appeared in public for a long time, was standing in front of them at this moment. "Of course, there may be some force majeure factors."

"Adam? How did you…"

Ben Hong was about to ask when he was stopped by Adam's indifferent look.

"It is necessary to contact those two. In order for the plan to proceed more smoothly, you also need to keep an eye on Eurasia, but you can act according to your own will." Adam stroked his chin with his hand, thinking about something. "Do you understand, Ben Hong?"

"Yes, I understand." Ben Hong nodded without showing any surprise. "Then I'll go back first. If I leave for too long, Ou Ya and the others will get suspicious."

As Ben Hong spoke, he glanced at Cecia secretly. Cecia was only surprised by Adam's behavior and ignored it.

Adam acquiesced to her leaving.

But just as Ben Hong turned and walked towards the door, Adam and Cecilia suddenly looked at each other at the same time, and then Adam nodded.

Cecilia sighed secretly and stood up.

"By the way, Ben Hong," Cecilia stopped Ben Hong when she was already holding the door handle, and said to her in a puzzled look, "Take a look at the photos on the door, maybe they can be of some help to you."

In these older-style photo studios, photos that have been developed but not claimed are often posted on the glass door so that guests will be reminded of the event when they pass by or visit again.

"photo?"

Before this, Ben Hong had never paid attention to those photos. It was strange because every time he needed to see Adam or look for Cecilia for something, he would keep a very close distance from them.

But now, when she looked carefully, her eyes suddenly widened.

Those dozen or so photos were all group photos of herself with different groups of people, but she had no memory of being with these people, not even a little bit.

A strange feeling arose in Ben Hong's heart, and her back also felt quite cold.

She quickly dug out the photo she had taken with Azazel and the others from her bag, and with her other hand she hurriedly tore off one of the photos on the glass door. Her eyes kept moving across the photos, and her mind became more and more confused.

Why, no impression?

She didn't understand. She looked at them again and again. Being very familiar with cameras and photography, she was sure that these photos were not fake, but this made her feel more and more terrified when she thought about it.

Looking at the photo, she was leaning against a completely strange girl, with a smile on her face, an expression she had never had before.

If all this was true, if she had really experienced it, if she had really laughed so happily, then why...

By the way, sister.

Ben Hong suddenly thought of Mo De. She thought of Mo De’s ability, the ability to change anyone’s memory and emotions.

Looking at the photo in her hand, her hands clenched tighter and tighter until they turned red, and she even crumpled the photo into a ball.

But finally, she took a deep breath and loosened her clenched hands.

"Adam," Ben Hong adjusted his breathing and tried to keep his tone calm, "You just said that I can act according to my own will, right?"

Adam didn't answer. He just raised his head slightly and calmly watched Ben Hong's rapid and drastic mood change.

"Then... I understand."

Ben Hong reached out and took down all the photos on the door and put them in his bag. After leaving these words, he left with a gloomy face.

"Isn't this unfair to her?"

Looking at the slowly closing shop door, Cecia pursed her lips and asked Adam.

"Since when have you started to care about the relationships between humans?"

Adam tilted his head disapprovingly, and it was obvious that he was not concerned about this issue.

"That's not the case, it's just..."

However, now Ben Hong has discovered the evil deeds and deceptions that her sister Mode had done to her, but she has never thought about why she is entangled with Adam, Cecilia, and even the fallen angels.

Uncovered a lie, a scam, but failed to discover a bigger deception.

What's the difference between them and people like Mo De? It's just the difference between pure exploitation and hypocritical kindness.

"Oh, forget it. I don't want to get involved in your human affairs." After a moment, Cecia threw all these thoughts out of her mind and turned the topic to Adam. "How about you? After enduring for so many years, you finally decided to stretch your muscles?"

"Today may be the day I have been waiting for," Adam slowly closed his eyes and recalled, "Looking at myself now, I can't help but sigh, I was the same way back then."

In the dark vision, he felt frustrated, confused, depressed, tossing and turning, not knowing what the future held. All kinds of helpless emotions hit his psychological defenses.

He had almost lost count of how many years it had been, alone in Rutland, in a wrong timeline, constantly preparing for this day.

He only has Cecia, who is not even a human, by his side. He doesn't know whether he has invested emotions that are higher than interests in those fallen angels who are loyal to him and work for him.

But he has only one goal, which is to get the present Koshei out of this endless time loop. Everything else is unimportant.

If Koshei had not been able to escape successfully, he would have been trapped in the cycle of reincarnation like him, over and over again, and finally become what he is now.

And all this was caused by another woman.

A woman...ah...yes, a woman, a woman he loved, and he was already very close.

"Kule..."

Adam opened his eyes and murmured Kuler's name. There was a hint of loneliness and regret in his eyes, but in the end it was overshadowed by a firm obsession.

Chapter 97: Looming

"Commander Kloviel, we found him."

A dark room, blood all over the floor, and traces of a fight.

Silence and depression filled the air. The moonlight fell on Clowell's back, stretching his shadow very long and making his back look so desolate.

It is not a pleasant thing for a person to be alone in silence thinking with a painful mood.

The dark silence is more merciful. It can cover people, as if giving them a kind of protection, and at the same time it gives them infinite sympathy invisibly.

However, under this cold sky, watching the tragic death of my former friend, this bright and silent world seemed so cruel and ruthless.

"…Thank you for your hard work, Xila."

Clowell walked into the room in a daze, and when he passed by Xila, he raised his hand and patted her shoulder.

"This is all thanks to Sang Yangsha, Commander Clowell."

Xila lowered his head slightly and pointed out.

Sang Yangsha's eyes were emitting a faint light in the darkness. He blinked, and the light slowly faded away.

Unlike Sariel's eyes that can immobilize people, Sang Yangsha's ability is undoubtedly to search for targets.

Hearing this, Clowell did not say anything. He took a step hesitantly, stepped on the bloodstains spreading on the ground, and walked towards Charlie.

He stopped in front of Charlie. The good friend who had been chatting with him at the church door a few hours ago was now a cold corpse, lying here in a mess.

"what……"

It was so ridiculous that even Clowell himself didn't know what his current mood was. His expression seemed sad, but also mocking.

He laughed at his own revengeful decision that resulted in the death of his best friend.

He sat down next to Charlie, ignoring the bloodstain, and just sat upright on the ground, leaning his back against the wall, sighing a few times.

After a long moment, Clowell turned his head and looked at Charlie's death. Feeling helpless, he stretched out his trembling right hand to him and touched his forehead.

The cold touch stimulated his palms and also hurt his heart.

Charlie's death was so sudden that he couldn't make any thoughts, or rather, he didn't know how to deal with the aftermath.

How should a soldier of honor who lived in the Lateran peacetime, the Papal Gunner, explain his death to his family?

Clowell knew that Charlie's death was closely related to him. The people who would do such a thing at this point in time were either Koshei and others who were threatened, or those dirty fallen angels.

And these people have all kinds of irreconcilable grudges against him.

"Mr. Crowell, do we still need to continue the mission?"