You don't even want to call me godfather

Nowadays, Providence and Armando are probably the only ones who know about the existence of the hound puppies.

"But then again, where should we go from here?"

Koshe walked to the tree that Armando was leaning against, stood under the shade of the tree, took out the now wrinkled cigarette that Armando had given him before, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

"Huh... Let's go this way first." Seeing this, Armando, who had just recovered, took out a cigarette from his pocket to relax himself a little, and responded, "Based on the current situation, it is basically impossible to return the same way. Even if we blend in with the crowd, there is no guarantee that the killer will not do anything. We can't afford to gamble with the lives of innocent people."

"So, now we can only move forward."

Koshe also agreed with Armando's idea. The killer's movements were so fast that he didn't even have time to shoot. If Destiny hadn't appeared in time in the form of a hound pup, he would probably have died from that arrow.

If you are in a crowd, shooting becomes even more impossible, but these conditions do not necessarily become disadvantages for the killer.

The risks of being in the spotlight are simply too great.

"We can walk along the outer edge of the downtown area, then go through the middle and take a detour back to the upper city," Armando suggested. "Although I haven't been back to the downtown area for several years, when I ran around here as a child, I engraved the route in my mind."

"If it weren't for being hunted, perhaps coming back here would be a very meaningful thing."

Koshe smiled meaningfully, leaned against a tree, looked at the dilapidated downtown area in front of him, slowly exhaled smoke, and took a short rest.

Chapter 81: Tindalos

"Roar--!!"

The roar of the hounds of Tindalos echoed throughout the lower city.

Blue-purple flames ignited from the hound's body. It growled a few more times, its pure black eyes fixed on the man in front of it.

The man was holding a recurve bow with an arrow on the string. He looked at the hound as if he were facing a great enemy, and a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead.

"call out--"

"Roar!!"

The next moment, the arrow flew off the bowstring, and the hound pounced towards the man, slashing down at him with claws that were bigger than a man.

……

Let’s go back a few hours.

At this time, Koshe and Armando were walking along the outskirts of the lower city.

This place looks very backward, even dilapidated, in stark contrast to the prosperity of Columbia's upper town.

"Armando," Koshe asked, looking at the scene in front of him, some of the houses were almost dangerous, "Why do such backward places exist in Colombia?"

"Colombia is a very selfish country, including its people. Most people think of themselves first, and most of those people are in the center of power," Armando was obviously unhappy about this question. "In this country, birth is very important. It is very difficult to change your destiny through acquired efforts."

"Even so, it shouldn't have developed to this extent," Koshe frowned slightly when he heard this. "With Colombia's economic development level, it shouldn't be a problem to help this area get out of poverty, even if it's just to help it."

"You don't know, Koshe, those in high positions are extremely arrogant, and some unwritten policies are only targeted at minority communities or poor areas, destroying their stability and moral standards, and dividing them from the indigenous people," Armando smiled sarcastically and said in a disappointed tone, "In recent years, the government is launching a major offensive. The upper class, with their infinite wisdom, thinks this will be the best place to sabotage. After I entered politics and realized this, I felt that the members involved were more ridiculous than each other."

"But at least there are sober people like you in the government," Koshei said comfortingly, "When you become president, you will have the power and ability to change this situation."

"But this is exactly what I'm worried about," Armando shook his head and expressed his concerns. "If I run for election with this idea in mind, the people in the Senate will never agree to let me take the presidency. To them, this idea of ​​mine is absolutely unacceptable and a shame."

"There's nothing shameful in looking for a better world," Koshe raised his hand and patted Armando on the shoulder. "Just make sure you don't become blindly obedient like them, then even the smallest grain of sand can cause ripples."

"Thank you, Koshe."

Armando curled the corners of his mouth. Although Koshe's words were not comforting, they made him feel a lot better.

"Just treat it as a gamble. There are always such moments in life that require perseverance, right?" Seeing that Armando's mood had improved, Koshe continued, "Besides, your support rate among the people is not low. You just need to do as I said before, walk among the people and get closer to them. It is only a matter of time before you become president."

"Haha, that's a bit too optimistic," Armando waved his hands and couldn't help laughing, "But I should also be optimistic about this-"

“Swoosh—swoosh—”

Before Armando could finish his words, an arrow suddenly pierced his chest. The tip of the arrow came out from the front of his body, and blood quickly dyed his clothes red.

"Koshei?"

Before Armando could react to what happened, he looked at Koshe blankly and fell forward.

"Armando!"

Koshe hurriedly caught Armando's body. He looked in the direction where the arrow came from, and saw that the man who had been chasing them before had appeared not far behind them, holding a recurve bow.

This time, the man learned his lesson. The presence of the hound pup made it not so easy to hit Koshei, so he chose Armando as his priority target.

Koshe felt Armando's still heartbeat. It seemed that the arrow did not hit the vital point, but this degree of penetrating wound was not a trivial matter.

"call out--"

The second arrow shot at him immediately, but Koshei just raised his hand, and the hound pups spread out from his palm and swallowed the arrow.

He slowly laid Armando on his side on the side of the road, then stood up, turned and looked at the man, his eyes full of anger.

……

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wilder."

In the lower city area not far from Koshe and his team, Arthur was distributing food and clothing to the poor people in the lower city with several employees.

"You're welcome. Watching you live a better life is the best comfort for me."

Arthur smiled at the woman who thanked him after taking the food, and then continued to the next street.

This is one of his ways to attract support for himself. Even the people in the downtown area have the right to vote in every presidential election.

Exchanging some good deeds in daily life for a large number of votes in the next general election is undoubtedly a very cost-effective deal.

"Cang! Cang!"

While thinking, Arthur vaguely heard the sound of metal colliding. With his keen sense, he immediately identified the direction of the sound and the object that produced the movement.

It is a sword-like weapon.

"Evacuate nearby residents and use more food to get them out of the area."

Arthur's intuition told him that something was fishy, ​​so he immediately ordered his employees to evacuate the residents, and then he rushed to the source of the sound alone.

Soon, he came to the place where Armando was shot by an arrow.

He hid behind the corner of a low house, leaned out a little and looked outside.

Then he saw Kosh'e who was fighting with the men.

"Hodel?"

Arthur frowned, because the man who was chasing Koshe was none other than Hodel, one of his black gloves.

In the past few days since he learned that Koshe had come to Colombia, Hodel seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, and even Freya could not find any trace of him.

But now, Arthur knew what he was doing these days.

"clang!"

Koshe turned sideways and subconsciously raised his left hand to protect his head. Hodel's dagger scratched his forearm, leaving a deep scar.

"Tsk."

Koshe gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He smacked his lips, moved his arm away, and regained his sight, only to see that Hodel had rushed to his left side and swung the dagger at him again.

Hodel was very fast and Koshei was at a disadvantage. He had to hold the gun in front of him and rush backwards.

But Hoddle kept chasing him, his target was still Koshei's head, and Koshei could only use his already injured left arm to block the knife again.

"Uh--"

The intense pain forced him to groan.

But at the same time, taking advantage of his falling backwards position, Koshe took the opportunity to bend his knees, and when the blade pierced his arm, he kicked Cinderella in the abdomen.

"Humph--"

Hodel groaned, and he and Koshei both flew backwards. The dagger was also pulled out of Koshei's arm, but it knocked down his pistol.

Koshe took this opportunity to bend forward, bending his left knee and straightening his right leg, barely able to stabilize his body.

He kicked out with his right leg, rushed towards Hodel, clenched his right fist and swung it at him fiercely.

Seeing this, Hodel hurriedly stopped, turned his head to the right, dodged Koshe's attack, squatted with his right leg, and swept his legs with his left leg.

Koshe lost his balance and fell heavily on his back to the ground, but this also gave him the opportunity to pick up the pistol. He immediately jumped up, holding the gun, and aimed it at Hodel's head.

Hodel, who was in desperate situation at the moment, suddenly widened his eyes before Koshei fired.

The next moment, Koshei stood there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

A few seconds later, he fell backwards.

"call……"

Hodel got up and took a deep breath.

Holding the dagger, he walked step by step towards Koshe who was lying on the ground.

Seeing this, Arthur immediately prepared to show up to stop it. Although he and Koshei still had some personal issues to resolve, if his men killed Koshei, the monarch of Syracuse, then there would be endless subsequent problems.

"clang--!!"

But the next second, Hodel suddenly flew backwards.

Arthur stepped back and continued to observe the sudden strange scene.

From where Koshei fell, a cloud of purple-black smoke was spreading and soon covered Koshei's body.

A moment later, a sharp claw stretched out from the smoke, and then a hideous and ugly wolf head popped out.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and Koshei was still lying there, while the Hound of Tindalos that emerged from the smoke stood in front of Koshei, blocking Hodel's way.

"Roar--!!"

The hound raised its head and roared toward the sky, with a deafening roar.

Chapter 82: Loss of Senses

What time is it now?

What's happening outside?

do not know anything.

There is only nothingness.

Without hearing, vision, smell or touch, Koshei seemed to have lost all five senses and was in a world with nothing.

As sharp as his senses were usually, just as desperate he was at this moment.

He also tried to make his body make some movements, but in the end he didn't even feel any feedback from the movements.

Sometimes there is only darkness, and you don’t know what is happening outside, or why you have fallen into this situation.

In Koshe's consciousness, his last memory was raising his gun towards Hodel, and after he and Hodel looked at each other, he was trapped in this world of nothingness.

In other words, Koshei, who had lost all sensory abilities, was now trapped in his own consciousness.

He couldn't even feel whether he was breathing or not, and couldn't be sure whether he was still alive.

"..."

Koshe didn't know how long he had been in this state. He couldn't feel the passage of time, let alone how long this situation would last.

Perhaps he would be trapped in this empty world forever, and this thought brought him an irresistible feeling of irritation.

Along with the irritability came a burning heat like the flames of Msisha.

The burning sensation enveloped him, giving him a tactile sensation for the first time.

"Looks like you're in trouble, Koshei."

Msishha's voice rang in Koshe's mind. It was different from hearing, but more like an echo from the depths of his consciousness.

Koshei subconsciously wanted to respond, but then he realized that he couldn't speak now.

"Just communicate with your consciousness as usual," Msisha's voice sounded again, as if she was very familiar with Koshe's every move, "I didn't expect that you were really panicking."

"Huh... I guess that's understandable," Koshei took a moment to calm himself down, and then began to communicate with Msisha, "This feeling of having nothing is really annoying."

"That man with the bow has deprived you of your five senses," Msisha was the first to explain Koshei's feelings. "Although this is just a low-level world, interesting things are endless."

"You find it funny, but I am suffering," Msisha's casual attitude made Koshei even more irritated. He asked, "So, do you have any way to get me out of this predicament?"