You don't even want to call me godfather

Xila's sudden question made Clowell pause.

The only person who could understand him, consider him a close friend, and survive the battles together with him was dead.

As for the others, they were just superiors to him, without any emotional relationship, and it was impossible for them to care about him as much as Charlie did.

Slowly, Clowell's hand moved from Charlie's forehead to his hair, stroking it, wanting to cry but unable to.

"He is my friend," Clowell whispered to himself, his lips trembling slightly, but in the end he just took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, and ordered Xila, "Put the body of this musketeer in a safe place, notify his family later, and continue the mission as usual."

Clowell couldn't show his vulnerable side in front of Xila and others, but Charlie's matter completely disturbed his thoughts.

After Xila and others received the order and left, he slowly walked out of the room, stood at the door, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, put the cigarette in his mouth, and lit it.

"call……"

As the smoke came out, he lowered his head in confusion, looking at the ground beneath his feet.

"what should I do……"

His face was gloomy as he stared at his own shadow. His left hand unconsciously began to shake left and right again. He had made this movement before when he was talking with Koshe in the church.

"What's troubling you, Dad?"

Suddenly, a voice came into Clowell's ears. He raised his head abruptly, widened his eyes, and looked in disbelief at the little girl on his left who was holding his hand and shaking it slightly.

"You will avenge me and my mother, right? Dad, have you forgotten?" The girl's voice was like magic, deeply attracting him, "Dad, have you seen my body? My neck is broken and my face is rotten. It really hurts."

"But……"

Clowell's breathing gradually became rapid. He didn't know how to answer. The girl's figure was looming, which made him confused for a while.

"Or is Dad going to give up revenge?" The girl suddenly hugged Clowell and buried her face in his arms. "Are you hesitating because of your friend's death? Is Charlie... more important than me?"

"No... that's not the case... from that day on... I have decided to settle all this thoroughly..."

A few drops of cold sweat slid down Clowell's forehead. He didn't dare to hug the girl in his arms, or even look at her directly.

"You're lying," but the girl raised her head with a sinister look on her face, and then pushed him away. "Dad is just using this as atonement, a chance to get revenge, and you're doing this for yourself, right?"

"No... I... It's not like this..." Klovel was pushed back and sat on the ground helplessly. The light of the street lamp shone on him, making him look particularly sad. His face was full of doubts about himself, "What should I do..."

"Just give it a try," the girl stood straight in front of him, with a smile on her face that was totally inconsistent with her age. She provoked him in an instigating tone, "Because there are no family members and friends who can stop you, right?"

"Ha ha……"

Clowell raised his head slightly, breathing heavily, his face grim. His eyes met the girl's eyes for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the girl's figure disappeared.

He was the only one sitting there, the cigarette in his hand burning slowly, with a little smoke rising.

He lowered his head and covered his face with his hands, not knowing what to think.

……

Koshe returned to the hotel and saw Ou Ya and his group when he passed by the bottom of the hotel building.

"Godfather," Ou Ya nodded to him, as if reciting a line he had memorized in advance, and said, "The recent increase in crime rates is a bit abnormal. There will be a crackdown on criminal dens tonight. Before that, please -"

"Yeah, I understand. I'll just stay in my room and won't go out."

Before Ou Ya could finish, Koshei interrupted him and reassured him.

"Isn't Miss Iris with you?"

Ou Ya noticed that Koshei came back alone, and although there was no action against Iris in the mission requirements, he still mentioned it to show his goodwill.

"..." But Koshei did not answer this question. His eyes swept over the people in front of him and finally stopped at Ben Hong. He looked at her for a moment before saying, "I'll trouble you to worry about the safety here."

Earlier in the photo studio, Adam had revealed some information to Koshei, including Ben Hong's secret identity.

In addition, before the time went back, Azazel and Raphael changed their camps. At least Koshei could be sure that the three young men except Ouya were temporarily trustworthy.

Ben Hong was stunned when she felt Koshe's gaze. She knew that Koshe had been to the photo shop, so she did not rule out the possibility that he had met Adam.

And that look that seemed to see through her undoubtedly told her that he already knew her identity.

This did not surprise Ben Hong. Rather, it made her feel more at ease and would be more conducive to future cooperation.

So, she also gave Koshei a look in return and nodded slightly.

After confirming his teammates, Koshe turned around and walked into the hotel.

He walked up to the second floor. The silent corridor seemed a little eerie. Every step he took seemed to echo in his ears.

As we got closer to the room, the scene of Iris's death last week appeared more and more clearly in front of us.

Standing in front of the door, Koshe shook his head, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

He knew that what was coming would be a sleepless night.

Chapter 98: Indecision

"Click."

After Koshe entered the room, he closed the door and locked it.

But considering that the door frame was already shaky due to Ou Ya's previous impact, he still placed a chair behind the door.

Although it doesn't provide much defense, at least it won't be opened by just a push.

Koshei walked around the room, gathering up his and Iris's things.

Then he remembered something, went to the bathroom, and took out the small crossbow and bag from behind the water tank.

Looking at those trigger arrows whose purpose was still unknown, he hesitated for a moment and stuffed all the things he had sorted out into his bag.

After carrying the bag and crossbow on his back, Koshe took out the pistol from the inner pocket of his coat and inserted it at his back so that he could pull it out at any time.

After getting everything ready, Koshe straightened the straps of his bag, but when he was about to walk towards the door, he sensed through Msisha's enhanced senses that he heard multiple heartbeats of different frequencies coming from outside the door one after another.

"Plop, plop."

Those people were standing outside the door, seemingly listening to the movements in the room, but judging from the frequency of their heartbeats, there seemed to be quite a few people, and they were not Ou Ya's group.

But Koshe had no intention of leaving through the main gate. He knew that Clowell would not let him leave so openly.

So he walked to the bed, put his hand on the lock, opened the window quietly, and looked at a black car parked on the road downstairs outside. The people in the car were Abraham and others.

Koshe leaned his head out slightly and saw that only Ou Ya and Ben Hong were left at the door of the inn. He thought that Azazel and Raphael must have left their team.

Relying on the Lupo people's natural night vision ability, Koshe discovered many people around the hotel. Even if they were wearing devices that could hide the brightness of the halo, they still could not escape Koshe's eyes.

He looked up and saw two figures on the roof of the opposite building. They were Azazel and Raphael. They were lying on the edge of the building, looking over here.

"call……"

Koshe let out a long sigh. Everything now seemed different from the previous round. Too many factors had changed, and he could hardly ensure that his original plan would still work.

But now he is surrounded by the notary office, and there are several people outside the door who are eyeing him covetously. The current situation does not seem optimistic enough to give him enough time to rethink.

Koshe leaned against the window sill, looked at the black car, and made a gesture commonly used among Syracusans.

It seemed that Ben and Adam had been in contact for a long time, and the people in the car instantly understood Koshe's intention, and Boye slowly drove the car under the outer wall.

Ben Hong, who was standing at the door of the hotel and had been keeping an eye on the window, also spoke to Ou Ya at the right time to distract his attention.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Koshei immediately climbed out of the window, jumped down from the second floor, and used the cushioning force to flip to the side of the black car, while Kuler in the back seat also opened the door in advance.

"boom!"

As soon as the sound of his landing was heard, the people outside the door broke in. After discovering that Koshe had escaped, they immediately notified their teammates who stayed outside.

"Drive to the bell tower."

Koshe closed the car door and gave an order to Boye who was in the driver's seat.

After receiving the instructions, Bo Yi didn't say much. She pushed the gear forward, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away with the roar of the engine.

Seeing the black car leave, Azazel and Raphael, who were on the rooftop, immediately set off, holding their guns, and rushed in the direction they left.

"Quick! Quickly chase!"

The executors who were lying in ambush around the hotel showed up one after another. They certainly did not expect Koshei to have such a backup plan in advance, but they could only chase him as best they could.

Dozens of people ran past Ou Ya and Ben Hong, and soon, only the two of them were left standing there.

"It's time for us to take action, Benhong." Ou Ya raised his hand and rubbed his brow. "I hope Asa and Raphael don't go too far."

To be honest, Ou Ya was very hesitant about this mission.

But he cannot be as willful as Azazel and Raphael. Someone has to bear the consequences and responsibilities, and that person can only be him as a mentor.

"Teacher Ou Ya, I want to... show you something."

Seeing Ou Ya's conflicted look and unable to struggle, Ben Hong hesitated for a moment and stopped him before he could move.

"Ok?"

Ou Ya also vaguely sensed that something was not right with Ben Hong today, whether it was letting Azazel and Raphael leave or not even trying to persuade them, she was considered the most mature child in the team, and this was not in line with her style.

"Please stand in the shadows and keep quiet."

Ben Hong took out the photos that he had torn off the door of the photo shop from his bag and handed them to Ou Ya.

Then, while Ou Ya was looking at the photos with a frown on her face, she dialed a number and turned on the speakerphone.

"Ben Hong?"

"Sister, I have... completed the mission," Ben Hong reported to Mo De on the other side of the phone, in the face of Ou Ya's surprised and puzzled expression, "The mission target, Ou Ya, has been confirmed dead. I will bring you the photo later."

"Wow, you are really efficient, Ben Hong," Mo De on the other end of the phone seemed relieved. She praised Ben Hong, but the next second, her attitude changed instantly, "But, now that the mission is completed, what value do you have?"

"Eh?"

Ben Hong had actually guessed what Mo De's reaction might be. Her expression did not change, but she still deliberately expressed doubt in her tone.

She wanted to hear with her own ears what her sister, whom she had once admired, really thought of her.

"You've already missed several opportunities, Ben Hong," Mo De's voice came from the phone, calm but chilling, "It seems unnecessary to waste more time, right?"

Ben Hong slowly lowered her head, biting her lips tightly and saying nothing.

"Anyway, even if you fall down, you will be able to stand up again soon, and you will forget all the memories about the mission. Then you will be like a puppy again and obey my orders obediently." Until the end, Mo De's tone seemed to be filled with a smile, laughing at the stupidity of his sister Ben Hong, "Do you think what is happening now is the first time it has happened?"

"Is this..."

Ben Hong laughed. She was laughing at herself for having been living in a scam, whether it was Rutland, the notary office, or Mo De who had repeatedly used her.

With every word Mo De spoke, Ben Hong's eyes became more desperate.

This sister who raised her, this sister whom she trusted the most, it turned out that she only had such a status in her eyes.

How ironic! Ben Hong and Ou Ya, a pair of teachers and students, are living in a huge scam, working for people who have been deceiving themselves. What an insult...

"...I will send someone to pick you up. Don't worry. When you open your eyes next time, you will still be the new guy who just walked out of the military academy."

After leaving this sentence, Mo De hung up.

Ben Hong stood there in a daze, the light from the street lamp casting her shadow on the ground. She told Ou Ya the truth using her own guesses and at the risk of her faith collapsing.

Ou Ya also stood silently in the shadow of the building, covering his mouth with his hands.

Azazel and Raphael's betrayal and Ben Hong's self-destructive confession made him understand some things.

Really, even these troublesome students of his have already figured things out and made their choices, so why is he, as a teacher, still hesitating?

Since when did I become so indecisive? Or was it because of the lies given by Rutland, Xila, and Mode that I became smooth?

Ou Ya sighed softly, clenched his fists, turned around and walked out of the shadows, kicked his legs, and rushed towards Ben Hong.

"Boom!"

With a fierce punch, he smashed into the face of an executor who had arrived behind Ben Hong at some point in time.

The enormous force immediately made the executioner unconscious, and his gun fell to the ground.

"you!"

But there was more than one person who came to take Ben Hong away. Another executioner with a gun immediately turned the gun around and pointed it at Ou Ya.

But Ou Ya's movements were faster. He reached out and grabbed the gun barrel and lifted it up. He stretched out his other hand and hit the executioner on the wrist and kicked forward. The huge difference in strength caused the executioner to fly backwards before he could even fire.

“Click, click.”

Ou Ya removed the magazine from the captured gun and pulled the bolt to eject the bullet from the chamber.

"Uh……"