You don't even want to call me godfather

"Driving for you, chatting with you, and listening to you like this is my job, isn't it?"

Seeing that his intentions were exposed, Mondirfarli shrugged and said with an indifferent attitude.

After that, the two men never spoke again. Mondirfarley drove Arthur home in silence.

……

"Huh... I've been moving equipment around the base all day. I'm so tired."

In the evening, Bader and Bugira, who had just left the military base, were smoking at an intersection, and Bader couldn't help but complain.

"You should be content. No matter how tired we are, we can't compare to the contributions made by the 'Black Gloves'." Bugila raised his hand and patted the back of Bader's head, correcting his attitude. "Remember Freya who was watching the sunset in a depressed mood in the afternoon? It hasn't been long since she completed another mission. She was so young and she was able to adjust her mentality quickly. What's more, we were just doing simple physical work."

"Well, I was just saying it casually. Don't take it so seriously." Bader scratched his head and laughed. But after laughing, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. "But... I am a little unwilling. We are all serving Mr. Wilder, so why can we only do this kind of work? Even Frey can become the chairman of the board of directors."

"Didn't Mr. Wilder say that both the 'white gloves' and the 'black gloves' are equally important, just one is in the open and the other is in the dark, responsible for different areas of affairs," Bugila exhaled a puff of smoke, flicked the ash with his fingers, and said, "As for Frey, do you think he can really be the chairman of the board with his personality? Mr. Wilder probably saw his other talents. If you ask me, I would rather stay in this position moving equipment than sit with the 'black gloves' every day. It will be very stressful."

"Now that I think about it, Frey is really pitiful..."

Balder sighed, as if he was secretly glad.

"Okay, it's getting late." Bugila threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stomped it out. He reached out and patted Bader on the shoulder. "I'm going to go back first. You should also go to bed early. I don't know how many tasks are waiting for us tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

After saying goodbye, the two of them headed home.

After a whole day of hard work, Bugila didn't notice that a ghost girl appeared behind him and followed him silently.

When Bugila arrived at the door of his house and took out the key to open it, the ghost girl pulled out a handful of rusty balls from her waist, covered his mouth and nose from behind, took him hostage and entered the house, closing the door.

……

Bader returned to his empty home. Instead of turning on the light, he took off his stuffy military uniform and hung it on the hanger at the door.

The moonlight was bright tonight, shining into Bader's home through the glass windows. He walked towards the bathroom relying on the dim light.

He didn't notice at all that when he passed by the wine cabinet, another person's figure was reflected in the glass of the wine cabinet.

"Wow—"

Bader turned on the faucet, scooped up a scoop of water with his hands, and washed the stains off his face.

Suddenly, he heard a sound behind him. He turned around vigilantly, but saw nothing.

"Is it an illusion..."

Balder held his breath, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was indeed nothing.

He turned his head and prepared to continue washing, but suddenly found that behind himself in the mirror was a Sakota with a black halo standing, holding a sharp blade in his hand, against his neck.

"Don't--"

Before Bader could utter a single word, he was stabbed in the throat. The gushing blood splashed on the mirror, covering the figure of the Sakota. His vocal cords and trachea were also blocked by the blood, making him unable to speak.

He tried his best to cover his throat with his hands, but blood still gushed out from between his fingers. His body gradually lost strength and he sat back on the ground. The blood soaked his clothes. After a few weak convulsions, he became motionless.

……

After completing a series of tasks in a nearly cathartic manner, Freya returned home with aches all over her body.

"Brother, I'm back!"

The lights in the house were on, but Freya's calls received no response from Frey.

"Fell asleep so early?"

Freya muttered to herself, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, she took a towel from her room as usual, hung her change of clothes over her shoulders, and walked towards the bathroom.

But when she opened the bathroom door, she was stunned by the scene that came into her sight.

Her eyes were dull and a little terrified, and the towel in her hand fell to the ground, soaked red by the blood on the ground.

Chapter 47: Directed and Acted by Myself

The phone kept vibrating in my pocket.

Arthur held up the corner of the phone, glanced under the seat, and then hung up immediately.

"My advice to Colombia regarding the current problems it faces is..."

Other MPs were speaking, and Arthur couldn't afford to be rude at this time.

As I was thinking this, my phone started vibrating again.

Arthur frowned slightly. Freya had called him dozens of times in a row.

He had clearly stated before that no one should contact him while he was in a meeting, but Freya's behavior was obviously abnormal, and he extremely suspected that something serious had happened.

……

"Beep...beep..."

"This is Freya. I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep. Beep..."

Freya's voicemail sounded from the phone pressed against his ear, which made Arthur even more certain that an emergency had definitely occurred.

"Mr. Wilder," just as Arthur put his phone into his pocket, a figure he didn't want to see blocked his way, "It's an honor to see you again. We have several like-minded party representatives preparing to hold a small meeting. I think you might be interested in this. If possible, I hope--"

"Sorry, Mr. Oswald, maybe next time."

At this moment, Arthur had a bad feeling in his heart. He walked around Osvid and left in a hurry without giving him a chance to continue speaking.

"……snort."

Looking at Arthur's receding back, Oswald snorted coldly and showed a meaningful smile.

Arthur repeatedly tried to dial Freya's number while walking quickly towards the exit of the House of Commons. As there were fewer and fewer people around him, his pace became faster and faster, and he almost ran in the end.

Mondirfarli's car was parked at the door. Arthur opened the back door and when he saw Mondirfarli looking back at him from the driver's seat, safe and sound, he felt relieved for some reason.

"Mr. Wilder," but Mondirfarley's expression was a little unnatural, his forehead was covered with sweat, and as he looked at Arthur, a drop of sweat flowed down his cheek, and there was a slight tremor in his voice, "Something happened..."

……

At the door of the House of Commons, Oswald stood there and watched Arthur's car leave with his own eyes.

"I'll have to trouble the President to consider the matter of lifelong parliamentarians," he said with a smile on his face after a moment, turning to a middle-aged man beside him, "After all, Mr. Wilder is also very popular."

"If we talk about popularity, you have quite a bit," the middle-aged man who is the president closed his eyes and laughed, "and if we really compare reputation, you are no worse than him, Armando."

"My reputation is just used to scare people," Osvid waved his hand, seeming to have a close relationship with the president. "It is difficult to promote politics purely by threatening with money or power, and vice versa."

Just as the two were chatting happily, a passerby with his hands in his pockets walked towards them from the side and behind.

"Hey! What are you doing!" The president's bodyguard quickly spotted the suspicious guy. He put one hand on the gun behind his waist and stretched out the other hand towards the passerby, trying to push him away, "Don't come any closer!"

"boom!"

And in the next moment, the passerby quickly and skillfully pulled out his hand, holding a pistol, and shot the bodyguard to death in an instant.

"boom!"

But then, the passerby who launched the attack also fell down. Osvid was seen protecting the president with one hand and holding a pistol with the other hand, with smoke still coming out of the muzzle.

"Are you all right, Mr. President?"

After confirming that the attacker was dead, Osvid helped the president up.

"Well, I'm fine," but the president did not seem to be panicked by the attack. He asked calmly, "How are the rioters?"

"Already shot."

Osvid walked forward, poked the attacker's body with his shoe, and then put away his gun.

"Did you take pictures of what just happened?"

Then, something unexpected happened. The president turned his head and shouted towards a corner not far away.

"Yes, very clearly."

A man walked out from the corner with a handheld camera in his hand.

It was obvious that the attack was a pre-planned staging.

"It will be broadcast on tomorrow's news and headlines. This is a special performance for those restless partisans," the president raised his lips slightly, looking quite confident, "It will not only increase my support rate, but also create an image of Armando's heroism."

"After all, Colombians are the most susceptible to this kind of thing," Osvid also laughed in agreement, and then asked, "Then how should the identity of the prisoner be announced?"

"Just say he is a member of a faction, or pin the blame on anyone who is against you," the president looked at Osvid and smiled, "The truths in this country are often fabricated by people. Although it is a pity, this is an opportunity we cannot miss. Armando, my child, you must remember this."

"Of course, Mr. President," Osvid bowed his head slightly, smiled, and placed a hand on his chest, "I will remember your teachings, father."

Chapter 48 Osvid

"Three people," Koshei sat on the bed by the window in the hotel, muttering a few names, "Frey, Bugila, and Bader."

"What are you thinking about, Koshe?"

Si Chan sat next to him, maintaining the rust ball in her hand while asking.

"The Cascade family lost four people in Arthur Wilder's territory, and we have already claimed three lives from him," Koshe lowered his head, counted on his fingers, and muttered to himself, "It's not enough. Now is not the time."

"Tsk," Indra, who was lying on the other bed, crossed his legs and smacked his lips unhappily, "How long will this life-swapping game last? How long do I have to wait to avenge those two brothers from our Glasgow Gang?"

"Indra," Veena said at this time to stop Indra's rudeness, "be patient, this is not a problem that can be solved quickly."

"No, Vina," Koshei suddenly raised his head and said before Indra could respond, "Indra is right. The pace is too slow now. It is not a wise choice to stay in Colombia for a long time. We have to solve the problem in front of us as soon as possible."

Koshe's words surprised Vina a little, but Indra was like a child who was praised, with a proud face and even the amplitude of his leg shaking increased a lot.

"Okay, so what's the plan now?"

Vina, who understood Koshe's intention in just a few seconds, asked next.

"It's hard to say. If possible, I want to avoid conflict with Wilder as much as possible," Koshe thought for a moment and responded, "There is no doubt that Wilder's influence in Colombia is not small. It is difficult to guarantee that we can escape unscathed if we confront him head-on on his territory."

"But the lives of several people in your family cannot be let go, so you let Abraham and Sichan carry out the assassination." Vina pointed out the loophole in Koshe's words. "How can you achieve the goal of avoiding conflict when contact has already taken place?"

“So this is what I’ve been thinking about now…”

Koshe held his forehead. This was indeed a dilemma. He had to take revenge, but it would be difficult to achieve peace if he took revenge.

"Click."

Just as the people in the room were thinking about their own things, there was a sound of the door lock being opened suddenly.

"I think I might be able to help with this problem."

A strange man was standing at the door, raising his hands consciously to the side of his head. In one of his hands was the key to the room, while the other hand was empty.

The moment he opened the door, Sichan's blade and Abrhan's gun muzzle were pressed against his neck and forehead respectively. Even Koshei beside the bed and Sheffield standing in the corner were holding pistols, pointing at the uninvited guest.

Veena and Indra also placed their hands on their weapons.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, the young godfather of Syracuse." Even in the face of this scene, the man still smiled calmly, ignoring the weapon against his vitals, looking straight at Koshei, and spoke to himself, "Armando Osvid, a life member of the Colombian House of Representatives and the eldest son of the President of Colombia."

Koshei and Osvid stared at each other for a long time before he stood up from the bed, holding the gun, and walked towards him step by step.

He walked up to Osvid, stretched out his hand, gently pushed away the weapons of Silk Cicada and Abraham, then put one hand on Osvid's shoulder, pulled him forward a step, and closed the door with the other hand.

"Sofa, sit down and chat."

Koshe said something brief, and with the muzzle of his gun against Osvid's back, he pushed him all the way to the sofa next to the bed.

The others did not lower their guard. After Osvid sat down, he glanced at Sheffield leaning against the wall behind Koshe and noticed Sheffield's slightly trembling wrist.

"Armando Osvid," Koshe sat down face to face with Osvid, leaning back against the sofa, holding the gun in his right hand on his thigh, the muzzle still pointed at Osvid, "How did you know where we are? Why did you come to us when your identity is so sensitive?"

There was no need to doubt Osvid's identity. The documents that Jose had previously provided to Koshe contained basic information about him.

After all, Osvid's background is no secret in Colombia. Maybe he is not very famous, but he is well known to everyone.

"This hotel's soundproofing is not very good," Osvid showed no fear even though he was pointed at by a gun. He glanced around the walls and layout of the room, as if he had not heard Koshe's question, and said, "Also, its credibility is not very good, as can be seen from the fact that I can easily get the key to the guest's room. If you don't mind, why don't you come to my humble home? This way it will be more convenient to chat about some private topics."

"Click."

The sound of a pistol being loaded.