You don't even want to call me godfather

She really didn't know where she should go or who would pick her up.

She just followed orders like a machine, as usual.

……

After leaving the presidential palace, Delisle, disguised as a civilian, walked alone on the street.

This wasn't the first time he had done this, so he was pretty good at making himself look like an ordinary citizen.

Nearly an hour later, Delisle came to a secluded forest. In front of him was a barbed wire fence covered with branches and vines. After confirming that no one was following him, he began to walk around the fence.

Relying on his memory, DeLille walked to a fence that looked no different from any other place, lifted up the barbed wire that had actually been cut, bent down, and prepared to crawl in through the hole.

The next second, he seemed to suddenly sense something, stopped what he was doing, stood up again, and slowly put down the iron net in his hand.

"Resigning is not an option, Mr. President," a man in military uniform stood behind him at some point, his tone cold, "and this is completely different from what we agreed on before."

"I know, so I came here today to discuss this matter with you."

Delisle didn't turn around, and he didn't need to know who was behind him.

From the time he first came into contact with military personnel, the people he met were different each time, and it was clear that they were centered around organization.

So the word identity has no meaning here.

"Forget about the negotiation. You should know that no one will negotiate with you." The man showed no respect for President Delisle. He rejected Delisle's words and asked, "Besides, you already have a candidate for the successor to the presidency, right? That's your eldest son, Armando Osvid."

"That's right," Delisle was not surprised by the military's intelligence flow. He knew there would be monitoring equipment in his dormitory. Besides, he didn't come here to argue. "Although the kid is still young, I can guarantee that he will become an excellent president."

The man didn't speak, but Delisle could hear his steady breathing behind him.

After a long while, the man slowly spoke.

"Your promise is enough."

"Click."

A strange noise was heard, and when Delisle realized something was wrong and turned around quickly, it was too late.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The first shot came from somewhere, and then countless gunshots rang out in the woods, and the gunfire covered the shadows in the woods.

With almost no energy left to resist, Delisle fell in a pool of blood.

Before he fell, the last thing he saw was the man in military uniform whose face he couldn't see clearly, and dozens of figures in the woods behind him illuminated by muzzle flashes.

"If you had not chosen to come here for negotiation, but left the country directly after leaving your resignation letter, you might not have ended up like this." The man took a few steps forward, stood in front of the dying Osvid, and looked down at him. "But you still have a son and a daughter. This has become your biggest weakness, Mr. President. No, now I should call you Mr. Former President."

"Ah... Aman..."

Osvid collapsed to the ground, his flesh and blood were all over the place. His mouth had long been blocked by the blood gushing out of his ruptured internal organs. He could only lie on the ground weakly, mumbling.

"But please rest assured, Mr. Former President," the man leaned down slightly and pretended to lower his voice. In the last moment of Delisle's consciousness, he killed his heart, "With your promise just now, we will definitely ensure that your eldest son, Armando Osvid, can become the next president. After all... he is also a member of our military."

Until his death, Delisle could no longer make a sound, could not utter a complete sentence, and could not pronounce the names of his two children.

No one knew what he was thinking in the last few seconds. He just kept his eyes open until his death, staring in the direction of the military man.

Chapter 79: The Arrow Leaving the String

At noon on the day Delisle was stabbed, Koshe and Armando, who had just left the Presidential Palace, were walking on the street in the direction they came from.

In order to prevent others from noticing that they had been in the Presidential Palace for a long time, Armando asked the car that sent them to leave first after he got off the car.

"I'm sorry that you witnessed our Osvid family affairs today, Koshe," Armando, who had just recovered from a long talk with Delisle, apologized to Koshe, "I shouldn't have let you get involved. This is my problem."

"Don't apologize, Armando, it's nothing." Koshei took a more casual attitude towards this. He recalled the conversation between him and DeLille and said, "Rather, Mr. DeLille was a little beyond my expectations."

"Is it because of his gaffe?" Armando also knew that Kochei had initially thought that Delisle was a cunning politician, so he guessed, "Or is it because of his style that is totally un-presidential?"

"No, it's more than that." Unconsciously, the corners of Koshe's mouth slightly raised. He slowly let out a sigh of relief and said, "He reminds me of my late father, the previous godfather of Syracuse, Ulysses Cascade."

"I have heard a little bit about it," Armando nodded and said frankly, "But, forgive me for being frank, Koshei, Syracuse's history is not very long. So far, the only famous person who has entered the world's attention is you, so... I don't know much about your father's deeds."

“Hmph…” Koshe laughed and shook his head. It was unclear whether he was helpless or something else. “My father, he can’t be said to be a decent person. His identity and the status of the Cascade family were obtained by despicable means. But there is no doubt that he is also a great man, a man who always puts his family first.”

"He is both a good individual and an evil organization at the same time. He is indeed somewhat similar to my father."

As Armando spoke, he reached into his coat pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, took out two from it, and handed one to Koshe, then suddenly turned into an alley.

"Hmm?" Koshe took the cigarette very naturally and quickened his pace to catch up with Armando. "What's wrong? This doesn't seem to be the way back, right?"

"Shh-"

Armando gestured for silence, he looked around for a moment, then chose a two-story house that seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. He quickly grabbed the balcony railing, climbed up, and reached out to Koshe below.

Although he didn't know what Armando was up to, Koshei still put the cigarette in his pocket, cooperated and grabbed his hand, and climbed up to the balcony together.

"We are being followed," Armando whispered to Koshei as the two hid behind the balcony. "Since we left the presidential palace, someone has been following us. Even though I took you on several detours, he still kept his distance."

"I thought that was your guard."

Koshe had already sensed the person Armando was talking about, but since Armando had confirmed that he was not one of his own, Koshe immediately drew out his pistol, loaded it, and prepared for battle.

"Today, I canceled the arrangement of the escort to prevent other forces from discovering that I brought you to see the president." Armando did not carry any weapons, so he could only focus on the two ends of the alley, alerting everyone passing by. He glanced at the gun in Koshe's hand and reminded him, "If the person who comes has bad intentions, even if there is a conflict, please be careful not to hurt innocent people."

"That's for sure," Koshe raised the muzzle of the gun, pulled the chamber down halfway, checked the bullet in the chamber, and then said, "But if a fight really breaks out, we can only do our best."

Just as the two were reminding each other, they suddenly lowered their heads at the same time.

A Luper man walked slowly in from the alley they came from and stopped a few meters after entering the alley.

He looked around as if looking for something, and took a few steps forward from time to time. His movements were slow but full of power.

Soon, he passed by the balcony where the two were hiding. As if he sensed something, his eyes paused for a moment as they passed over the balcony.

The two people on the balcony held their breath and waited quietly for the man to leave.

On the one hand, they didn't know the man's strength, and on the other hand, this was a residential area after all, and they didn't want to start a war rashly.

"Humph……"

The man snorted coldly, perhaps realizing that he had lost his target, he resumed his normal walking speed and walked towards another exit of the alley.

After the man walked away, Armando was the first to resume breathing. He deliberately made himself breathe in very slowly so as not to make too much noise.

However, even such a slight action still caused a dramatic change.

The man who was walking away suddenly turned around, took advantage of the blind spot of the two people's vision, pulled out an arrow from the quiver hanging inside his coat, and while turning around, he unfolded a folding recurve bow in his hand. The moment he stood firm, the arrow flew off the string and shot rapidly towards the balcony where the two people were.

"Whoosh-"

The arrow passed through the gap in the balcony's stone railings, piercing between the two men and lodged deeply into the wall behind them.

Even Koshei didn't have time to react to this arrow. The wind pressure caused by the powerful arrow lifted his hair. When the two men came to their senses and prepared to escape, the man had already put the second arrow on the string.

"Don't just stand there! Go first!"

Koshe grabbed Armando's arm, who was frightened by the sudden arrow, pulled him up, pressed his head down, and ran into the house.

"Whoosh-"

The second arrow almost flew over the heads of the two men. If Koshe hadn't pressed his head, that arrow would have most likely taken Armando's life.

The two men quickly came to the first floor. The door was locked tightly. The lock was rusty and could not be turned. Koshe slammed the door with his shoulder, but the rusty lock did not move at all.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the door on the other side of the house was kicked open, and the man was holding a recurve bow with the arrow pointed directly in the direction of Koshe.

"Whoosh-"

The third arrow came towards them with deadly force.

For a moment, everything around seemed to slow down. The arrow continued to grow bigger in Koshe's eyes and was about to pierce his head.

Without any thought, Koshe subconsciously raised his hand to block himself. At the same time, a hound pup began to appear in his hand, and the black liquid object spread out in the form of a plane at the angle where the arrow was about to hit.

Armando, the man, and Koshei himself, who were all distracted by the hound pup, did not notice that the door lock he was holding with his other hand was already covered with cracks.

The next moment, the door lock was almost shattered into powder in Koshe's hand, and the third arrow was also swallowed up by the spreading hound pups.

Chapter 80 Originium Skills

"De——"

Destiny...

For a moment, Koshei was stunned.

Looking at the hound pup that emerged from the back of his gun-holding hand, gathered in the air and bit the arrow, Koshe felt a unique feeling from it.

There is no doubt that this is the hound pup that Destiny transformed into.

The scene before him was just like the one he had seen before, on the farewell bridge in Rutland, when he had confronted Crowell.

This was the second time that the hound cub transformed by Destiny protected Koshei with its own consciousness.

But now was obviously not the time to be absent-minded. Koshei noticed that the rusty door lock had turned into powder in his hand. But he didn't have time to think about it. Before the man drew the bow again, he grabbed Armando, who was also attracted by the hound pup, and rushed out of the door and came to the avenue.

"Koshei, what just happened was..."

"I'll explain it to you later, now get rid of that person."

Koshe interrupted Armando's question without hesitation. He quickly found a direction and pulled Armando into the crowd.

A few seconds later, the man walked out of the door that was knocked open.

In order not to attract attention, he had put away his recurve bow and quiver. Looking at the crowd in front of him at the noon rush hour, he frowned slightly and then closed his eyes.

After a moment, he used some unknown means to lock onto Koshe and Armando, and followed the crowd in the direction they fled.

……

"Ha ha……"

After an unknown amount of time, Koshe and Armando fled to a place that could be considered backward.

Armando, whose physical strength was far inferior to Koshe's, was now supporting himself on the trunk of a tree, gasping for air.

"Where is this?" Koshe's reaction was not as exaggerated as Armando's, but even he couldn't help but breathe heavily after such an exercise. He looked around at the dilapidated scenery and said, "This place doesn't even look like Colombia."

"Ha...ha...here..." Armando swallowed and adjusted his breathing several times. After his breath was calmed down, he said, "Here...is the downtown area of ​​Columbia...where I...lived as a child."

The scenery was completely different from the main urban area of ​​Colombia, and Koshe fell into a brief silence after hearing it.

The place looked even worse than the poorest areas of Syracuse.

It is hard to imagine that such a place exists in a country as technologically advanced as Colombia.

While thinking, Koshe felt the dryness of his palms. He raised his left hand and saw some powder left on his hand after the iron lock broke into pieces.

The same thing happened to the wooden stake used as a target in the training ground in Syracuse.

At that time, he thought it was the effect caused by Msishha's fire, but now it seems that this is not the case.

What is this...

"But speaking of which, I didn't expect you to have so many tricks up your sleeve, Koshei," Armando pulled Koshei out of his own world as he watched him lost in thought. "Whether it's the wolf-like ability or the ability to crush things, are these all your Originium skills?"

Although Armando did not witness the scene of the door lock being shattered, he got a general idea of ​​the situation after seeing the rust powder on Koshe's palm.

Not to mention his fighting ability, at least his observation skills are extraordinary.

"Originium Technique?"

Armando's words reminded Koshe.

Yes, for so long, from the hound to the cub, and then to the blue-purple flame, he seemed to have almost become completely dependent on the power of Msishha and neglected to think about himself.

Perhaps, this is actually a kind of Originium technique that he has never discovered before, which is not impossible.

"You can think so," but Koshei naturally would not jump to conclusions so quickly, so he could only give Armando an ambiguous answer. Besides, the current situation did not allow him to concentrate on communicating with Msisha, "Just think of it as an Originium skill."

Fortunately, Armando did not react too much to the presence of the hound cub. He seemed to regard it as Koshe's Originium skill. At least this was a good thing.

Koshe had always tried his best not to let anyone know about the existence of the hound pup.

Not even the people he trusted the most, like Iris or Abraham, knew about it.

On the one hand, the hound cubs are like his trump card. Although he can also summon the hounds of Tindalos, looking at the battle between the hounds and Lappland, he knows the consequences of releasing the hounds, so he certainly cannot summon them easily.

On the other hand, the cubs were also quite unstable. The accidental killing of Luo Lao's wife was the best example, not to mention the subsequent purge of the entire Syracuse government and the side effects it brought to Koshei himself.