You don't even want to call me godfather

"..."

Koshe hesitated for a moment. At this moment, he no longer doubted Arthur's words. It was almost impossible for a target targeted by a hound to survive.

But for some reason, he always felt a sense of disharmony in this matter, and Hodel's death did not feel real to him.

"I know you still have doubts about me, Cascade." Seeing Koshei's hesitation, Arthur decided to add fuel to the fire. He deliberately said with an attitude of understanding, "If possible, I don't want to admit defeat in such an embarrassing way, but in the final analysis, the fight between you and me was caused by my men, so I still have to admit that I lost this fight, and as the winner, you naturally have room for reflection."

With every word Arthur said, Koshei became more and more conflicted. His brain was a little confused at this time, so he had to force himself to calm down and think carefully.

"...Before I decide whether to end the fight between you and me, I have one last question, Arthur Wilder," Koshei asked Arthur after a long while, "Even if it's your own men, those white gloves and black gloves, their lives, their value, do you think they are noble or humble?"

"Human lives cannot be easily distinguished by value. White gloves have their uses, and black gloves have their value. They are responsible for different areas and different responsibilities. However, in comparison, the value of black gloves is much higher than that of white gloves." Arthur asked himself this question a long time ago, and he quickly gave an answer. "I can only give you this answer. If you go deeper, even I can't think of a pertinent explanation."

"...Okay, you win, Arthur Wilder." Koshe couldn't find any fault with Arthur's answer. He also agreed that the value of people cannot be generalized. "Badel, Bugila, Frey, and Hodel, four lives, offset the lives of four members of the Cascade family. Now, I can give an explanation to their families and even other members."

"Then, this also means that the hostile relationship between us has been completely resolved, right?" Arthur stood up from his chair and stretched out a hand to Koshei, indicating his next attitude. "Since we have no grudges, let's regard it as us getting to know each other again, the monarch of Syracuse, Koshei Cascade."

"Arthur Wilder, the senator of the House of Representatives of Columbia," Koshe shook hands with Arthur naturally, "Perhaps you are right. I look forward to getting along with you in the future."

“A fresh start.”

A smile appeared on Arthur's face, but Koshe didn't know that this smile implied a hint of conspiracy succeeding.

……

After leaving Koshe's ward with a smile, Arthur took the elevator to the floor four floors away from Koshe.

The elevator door slowly opened, and Arthur's expression became gloomy. He walked through the corridor and entered a single room.

"Mr. Wilder! Uh—"

In the ward, a man was sitting on the bed, looking out the window with his head tilted. After Arthur entered the ward, he subconsciously wanted to get up from the bed, but he groaned in pain again, and his body couldn't help but bend in pain.

"Do you realize what a foolish thing you have done, Hodel?"

Looking at the patient in front of him, Arthur reprimanded in a bad tone.

Arthur, who witnessed the battle between Koshe and Hodel at the time, naturally knew what was really going on.

As Hodel was hit by the hound's claws, his sensory deprivation on Koshei also relaxed while being severely hurt.

It was this moment of slackness that caused the Originium technique that Hodel used on Koshe to become ineffective.

This also allowed Koshe to break free from the state of nothingness, and the hound disappeared in the black and purple smoke almost at the same time.

Although he was seriously injured, thanks to Arthur's timely rescue, Hodel managed to survive. In order to avoid causing more trouble, Arthur also sent Koshe and Armando to the hospital.

Then, there was the scene that had been performed passionately in front of Koshei.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Wilder," Hodel, whose entire chest had been stitched multiple times and wrapped in thick bandages, lowered his head after learning a painful lesson. He was obviously much calmer. "I acted without asking for your permission. Not only did I almost lose my life, but I also caused you a lot of trouble. I'm very sorry."

"Hmph..." Arthur frowned. He looked at Hodel, who still had some self-awareness, and snorted, "I won't say more. You should know the consequences of leaving your post and disobeying orders, Hodel."

"Yes, Mr. Wilder," Hodel leaned forward, his head lowered even lower, "I will accept whatever the punishment is."

"From today on, you will be transferred out of Colombia," Arthur said without further ado when he saw Hodel's sincere attitude. He gave him an order, "I don't care how serious your injury is or how long it takes to recover. Tonight, you will leave Colombia and go to Victoria to be in charge of the business affairs there. I have already made arrangements with Victoria, and we will leave tonight."

"Yes, Mr. Wilder."

Hodel showed no dissatisfaction with Arthur's orders.

On the one hand, he knew how serious the mistake he had made was, and being demoted was already a favor from Arthur.

On the other hand, he also knew that if the people on Koshe's side knew that he was still alive, then given his current physical condition, his fate would not be good, not to mention that it would disrupt Arthur's original plan.

He is the Black Glove, a Black Glove who only needs to obey orders and complete tasks, but this does not mean that he cannot see the human side of Arthur.

Arthur uses both hard and soft tactics to treat his men.

Chapter 85: Good Will but Poor Power

"Um……"

Not long after Arthur left Koshe's ward, Armando woke up.

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Shipka, whose face was filled with worry.

"…Shipka?"

Although he already knew that Koshe had taken Shipka out of Rhine Life, Armando, who had just woken up from a coma, was a little bit unconvinced of what he saw.

"It's me, brother. It's me, Shipka."

Shipka pursed her lips. From the previous conversation between Koshe and others, she also learned that Koshe came to find her because of Armando's request.

She originally thought that her brother and father had long forgotten her, but now, after returning to Armando after eight years, she has long forgotten this idea.

"…Come here, Shipka, come here."

Looking at the real Shipka in front of him, Armando stretched out his hand and beckoned her to come closer. He stroked her face with his hand, and then, ignoring the wound on his chest, he hugged Shipka in his arms.

"Although it is exciting for siblings to be reunited, if you get too excited, it might not be good for your wound, Armando."

Just as the two were hugging each other, an inappropriate voice suddenly rang out.

"Koshe?" Armando looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that Koshe had changed out of his hospital gown and put on formal clothes again, sitting on the other side of his bed, while the others had also gathered in the ward, "And everyone else..."

Of course Armando remembered what happened to him, the pain of the arrow piercing his body and the scene of the arrow tip piercing his chest. He will never forget it in his life.

But at least he was alive, and Koshei didn't seem to be in any serious trouble.

"The man who was chasing us has been dealt with by me." Seeing Armando's expression as he looked down at the bandage on his chest, Koshe knew roughly what he was thinking, so he told him first, "Similarly, because of this, the problem between me and Arthur Wilder has also been solved."

"Although I don't know what happened exactly, it seems to be a very complicated situation. But since you said so, I don't need to say more, Koshe." Armando smiled. He trusted Koshe and naturally didn't ask any more details. "In this way, one of the troubles of your trip to Colombia has disappeared."

"The only thing left is the problem with Rhine Life."

Koshe nodded and did not deny it.

Armando narrowed his eyes slightly and gently stroked Shipka's head in his arms. He looked at Koshei many times, but seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"what happened?"

Of course, Koshe could see that something was wrong with him, so he asked.

"You told me the details about Shipka yesterday, and now that I have officially reunited with Shipka, I just remembered that I seem to have something I haven't said to you." Armando's eyes dodged, as if he was a little embarrassed. After a moment, he hesitated and said, "...Thank you, Koshe."

"...I thought you wanted to say something, but it turned out to be so corny..." Now, even Koshe was a little annoyed. He scratched his hair helplessly, then stood up. "But after going through so much, it does make me feel a little emotional. While your injury has not yet recovered, you should have a good chat with Shipka. The girl cried so hard just now."

"What about you, Koshe?" Seeing that Koshe seemed to be ready to leave, Armando asked hurriedly, "We have just experienced a chase, are you going to continue to work? Rhine Life will not give a reply so quickly, why not take a rest first?"

"Even if it's a break, I shouldn't disturb you two siblings' space," Koshe smiled and shook his head, unusually good at reading the situation. "Besides, I'm not someone who can sit idle. Armando, I'll take care of the rest. You don't have to worry too much."

"Then...stay safe, Koshei."

Seeing that Koshe was determined to leave, Armando knew that it would be useless no matter how much he tried to keep him.

Besides, there was a sobbing Shipka in his arms. Even if he wanted to keep her, he probably couldn't do it.

Walking out of the ward with everyone else, Koshe took out his mobile phone and looked at the message that Jose had sent him not long ago, his face looking a little grim.

"What happened, Godfather?"

Abraham, who was closest to Koshei, asked.

"Jose received news from Loft in Syracuse," Koshei turned off the screen and put the phone back in his pocket. He turned his head and looked at Abraham, gnashing his teeth and said, "Garuda has escaped from Syracuse."

……

It was already early morning of the next day, and Koshe was riding in the car driven by Armando's driver on the way to the Presidential Palace.

Although Garuda's change came too suddenly and caught him off guard, he was powerless to do anything about it at this moment.

Garuda disappeared suddenly without any warning, and no one knew where she went.

But even if someone knew where she was going, no one could catch up with Garuda with her mobility and destructive power.

Instead of wasting your time on Garuda, you should just deal with the things at hand first.

When meeting with DeLille earlier, Koshe added his private contact channel. He has been trying to contact DeLille since leaving the ward, but DeLille is always disconnected.

He originally wanted to ask Delisle for more information about Rhine Life, maybe he could get something out of it, but now he couldn't even get in touch with him, so he had to come to the Presidential Palace to find someone in person.

"Didi-didi-"

But for some reason, the traffic today is unusually congested.

The road was filled with the sound of car horns, even Armando's driver honked impatiently.

"Tsk, what's going on?"

The driver smacked his tongue. Seeing that the road still didn't seem to be cleared, he idly put his arm on the lowered window and looked out.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

Seeing this, Koshe followed the driver's gaze and looked out the window, and was also stunned.

His pupils trembled for a moment, and regardless of the fact that this was still the center of the road, he opened the car door, got out of the car, and looked up at a building in the distance.

Those who were also annoyed by the congestion, or saw the building accidentally or under the influence of others, could not help but get out of the car and look into the distance.

For a moment, the road that was originally filled with constant honking of horns became completely quiet.

There was a picture of Delisle on the giant display screen outside the building.

Below the photo is a paragraph of words.

"Obituary: Colombia's current president, Delier Osvid, died unexpectedly, suspected to have been murdered by criminals."

Chapter 86 Prosthetic Experiment

"Huh...huh..."

At this time, Koshe was in the presidential palace, panting and leaning against the wall with his hands.

After seeing DeLille's obituary just now, he ran here on foot without stopping.

Most people on the street were focused on the obituary, so no one noticed that he slipped into the presidential palace alone.

Outside Delier's bedroom, the man who looked like a butler was not guarding the door, and the bedroom door was ajar.

Koshei slowed his breathing, then opened the door and walked in.

In DeLille's bedroom, Mondragon was standing with his back to the door.

"Mondragon?"

Koshe suddenly remembered that Mondragon once said that she was Delier's guard and "soldier".

But if that was the case, and he was protected by someone, Delisle shouldn't have ended up being killed.

"Mr. Koshe," Mondragon slowly turned around after hearing the door open and Koshe's voice. In her hand was a newspaper with the news of Delisle's death, and her face was a little dull. "Mr. President... is dead?"

"Although I don't want to say this, judging by the current publicity, it's probably true." Mondragon's reaction made Koshe pause for a moment, but he still asked, "But you, Mondragon, where were you when Delier was killed?"

"I... applied for leave from the President yesterday," Mondragon put the newspaper on the table. She looked at Koshei with a blank expression and said, "If I hadn't applied for leave and continued to perform my duties as a guard beside him, would things not have ended up like this?"

"Don't make so many assumptions. Let me ask you, Mondragon," Koshe tried his best to stay calm even in such an emergency, and asked Mondragon, "Where did Delier go last night, and what did he say to you?"

"The president...he told me, 'From now on, you don't need to do protection work anymore, go back to where you should be', and then he left alone."

Mondragon tried hard to recall Delisle's original words, and Koshe also remembered that Delisle had said that he would discuss his resignation with someone and recommend Armando as his successor.

Is it a problem within the government?

"Whoosh-"

While Koshe was still thinking, an anesthetic injection suddenly came and hit Mondragon's neck.

Without any words, Mondragon fell to the ground almost instantly due to the powerful anesthetic.

"Who?"

Koshei subconsciously reached into his coat pocket, grasped the handle of the pistol, and turned to look at the dormitory door.

But the person who appeared before him made him feel confused.

"Ferdinand?"

Koshe frowned slightly. He glanced at Mondragon lying on the ground, then looked at Ferdinand who pushed the door open with several researchers. His thoughts were a little confused for a moment.

……

"…So, is this another hidden experimental project?"