You don't even want to call me godfather

So he needed to find someone, someone who could provide information.

In a few seconds, the call was connected.

"Hello, it's me, Jose," Koshe said, pressing the phone to his ear. "I need to talk to the informant from the government."

Chapter 56: People go to jail, dogs must die (easy to be uncomfortable, please order with caution)

"Godfather, you are here."

In a remote bungalow, Koshe knocked on the rusty iron door, and Jose opened the door from the inside and let him in.

"The people are already inside, Godfather."

Jose took the coat that Koshe took off, folded it in half and hung it on his arm, while speaking to Koshe.

"Well, I'll leave the matter of keeping watch on you, Jose."

Koshe nodded and went into the house.

There was a long table in the room. The lighting was very poor. The afterglow of the setting sun could only barely shine into half of the room, and the sunlight fell on the Liberi who was sitting in front of the long table.

"Ah, hello."

When the Liberi saw Koshei coming in, he quickly stood up and tried to extend his hand to him.

"Stop talking nonsense. You know why I came to see you today."

Koshe raised his hand to interrupt him and sat down opposite him.

There are only two chairs here, and this is where Koshe always comes to meet with characters who are not convenient to show in public. It is very hidden and safe.

"Well, let me introduce myself first," the Liberi cleared his throat and spoke to himself, "You can call me Providence, or just Pro if you want to be simple."

"Providence, the Eye of Horus is somewhat similar to what you are doing now," Koshei habitually lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and showed the pistol hanging on his inner coat to Providence's eyes, "Let's get straight to the point. I don't want to waste time, Providence."

"Yes, um... Godfather?" Providence looked at Koshei hesitantly. After confirming that he would not have any special reaction to this title, he said, "I heard from Jose that you had already sent people to intercept the group of people who raided your place. Is there any mistake?"

"A man ran away with a child," Koshe flicked the ash on the ground and stared at Providence, "a girl. I think you should know something, Pro."

"Girl..." Providence's expression changed. He secretly observed Koshe's demeanor and replied, "I think... you don't want to know."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, even though you and I have just met, or you may not completely trust me yet, I mean... I hope I can help you deal with this matter."

Koshe looked at Providence with a somewhat evasive look. He had seen everything Providence had done just now and could only say that he was very disappointed.

"I know what you are thinking, Providence, but this matter is related to me, so I came to see you," Koshe stood up and slowly walked to Providence's side, standing beside him and facing behind him. "Although I don't know why you chose to help the Cascade family, you are not very qualified as an informant. Now, give me the information about that person while I am still willing to talk to you in a friendly tone."

Providence swallowed his saliva, raised his head slightly and looked at Koshe's profile without any expression.

His hands were on the table, his fingers tightly intertwined.

"Yes, I understand."

After a long while, he finally agreed.

……

At night, Koshei stood alone in front of a single house, holding a piece of paper in his hand, on which was the address written by Providence, which was Koshei's current location.

Although he has become the godfather, Koshe still maintains his habit of doing things on his own. He did not bring anyone with him this time, not even José and Hong.

He pushed open the iron gate and walked into the front yard of the single-family house.

"Wang! Wang!"

Suddenly, a few dog barkings came into Koshe's ears. He subconsciously raised his gun, but when he saw that they were a few dogs, he put it down again.

The two dogs were chained in the front yard. They didn't seem to notice Koshe's arrival and just tore at the bones frantically, fighting for them.

Koshe held the gun in front of him, kicked the door open, then rushed in and pointed the gun into the house.

There was no one in the house, and it was pitch black. Relying on the Lupo tribe's night vision ability, Koshe slowly walked in.

There were a lot of broken glass on the ground, a few broken wine bottles in the corner, and a tattered wooden table in the middle of the room, covered with a stained cloth and a thick round wooden board.

Koshe walked on the wooden floor, which made creaking sounds. He felt that something was wrong here, but he couldn't tell what it was. He just felt disgusted.

Moreover, he did not see Leah, the girl.

If the information provided by Providence is correct, then this is indeed the hiding place of the escaped person, or is there some secret room or something in this house?

Thinking of this, Koshe walked along the wall, running his fingers along the wall, but after a circle, he found nothing.

There was only a poster on the wall. On the poster, a child covered his mouth with his hands crossed, with a line of words below.

Keep your hands clean.

Koshe noticed that there was a stove in the house connected to the chimney on the roof. Few houses in Syracuse were equipped with such facilities. He walked to the stove with doubts.

The stove was locked, and Koshe used a dagger to pry the lock off. He opened the stove door, but there was no fire, so he reached in directly.

He touched something soft but somewhat dry and hard. He took it out and looked at it carefully.

Koshe was stunned. It was a pair of bloody underwear with some burn marks.

what happened?

His mind couldn't help but think of the worst.

Suddenly, a strong light shone into the room through the window.

It was a car. Koshei quickly hid behind the wall near the window, holding the gun to the side of his head, and kept alert.

But the light from the car lights also gave him a wider field of vision, allowing him to see the scene inside the house clearly.

The stains on the cloth on the table were blood, large stains of blood, and next to the wooden board was a machete.

Koshe took a step back and bumped into a cupboard, the door bounced open, and he turned around and saw several machetes hanging inside, all of which were stained with dried blood.

"Wang! Wang!"

At this moment, the barking of the two dogs came into his ears again. Everything in front of him made him dare not think any further, but he still couldn't help but stick his head out slightly to look at the two dogs in the front yard.

The bone they had been fighting over from the beginning was a human tibia.

The car lights went out, and a man in a suit got out and walked towards the house.

Koshe stood by the wall with a gloomy face. Perhaps he had never been so angry before, even as angry as he was towards William and Lapland.

The man entered the house, but he did not turn on the light. Koshei was standing there, and it was obvious that the man was frantically trying to get his gun.

"Who is there!"

"boom!"

But Koshe was faster than him, and the bullet hit his hand accurately as he was about to draw his gun.

"Ahhhh!"

The man let out a wail of pain, held his wrist with his other hand, and knelt down and bent over in pain.

Koshe walked up to him, grabbed the man's hair without saying a word, lifted his head up, and kicked him in the face, knocking him backwards.

"Uh—you…what on earth are you…"

The man fell to the ground, with the back of his head in close contact with the ground. Just as he was about to say something, Koshe sat astride him, stepped on his arms with his feet, and pulled up his collar.

"Where is that girl?"

Koshe pointed the gun at his chin and asked.

"You...what are you talking about...I can't hear you..."

"Crack!"

A short knife fell and accurately cut off two fingers of the man's hand that had just been shot.

"Shhh..." The man was about to shout, but Koshei loosened his collar and covered his mouth and nose tightly. "Answer my question, where is the girl?"

Koshei let go of his hand only after the man stopped groaning.

In just a few minutes, the man's forehead was covered with sweat. He gritted his teeth in pain and said after a long while, "I... I don't know, I don't know anything..."

Koshe took a deep breath, stood up, pursed his lips and took a deep breath for a while, then extended a hand to the man.

The man was already frightened by Koshei. He looked at the hand Koshei extended, hesitated for a moment, then sat up with difficulty and shook his hand.

"Crack!"

But the next moment, his body fell down as if he had lost weight, and along with it, he lost his intact hand.

"Ahhhh!"

The man rolled on the ground, curled up, and clasped his hands in his arms. Now he couldn't even stop the blood from flowing out.

Koshe threw away the hand in disgust, walked slowly to the table, picked up the machete from the table and threw it at the man.

The machete stuck right in the ground in front of the man, just a few centimeters away from his nose, and he was so frightened that he even forgot to make a sound.

"If you lie to me again, I can keep you company. I can take off your arms, legs, eyes, nose, ears, tongue, and all the parts, and still let you live," Koshe looked at him with a dead face and said, "You know I can do this, or I can torture you slowly until you admit your crime."

"I... I said!" The man panicked and was really scared. Koshei was like a demon now. He chopped off his fingers and hands without changing his expression. He shouted hurriedly, "I did kidnap her and kill her... right here. What do you want to do... arrest me?"

Koshe didn't say anything. He remained silent and threw the bloody underwear in front of him.

"Why her? Tell me the reason."

“No, no, no, no, no…” The man seemed to have realized something. He kept shaking his head and then shouted, “Are you here to arrest me? I did it! I did it! If you want to arrest me, do it quickly!”

"Do you think I'm a policeman?" Koshe walked to the door, turned on the light, and pulled out the machete stuck next to the man's head. "No, you think too much."

“Oh my God…” Seeing Koshe’s face, the man’s last bit of hope was shattered. He supported himself on the ground with his elbows and moved himself backwards. “No, don’t do this, please! I have a problem, I have a mental problem, hurry up and call the police to arrest me!”

Koshe's breathing was a little rapid. He knew that arresting this man was of no use.

He is a government agent, and even if he cannot escape legal charges, he can avoid death and stay safely in prison.

The law is his refuge.

"God..." Koshe shook his head. He raised the machete and slowly stepped forward. "If God saw what I did tonight, he wouldn't care."

"No! Don't do this, don't! Please!"

The man kept moving backwards. He turned over and lay on the ground, begging while struggling to crawl towards the door.

Koshe stepped on his back, then grabbed his calf and dragged him into the house.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

The machete kept falling and rising, repeating this action.

Blood was splattered everywhere, his clothes, face, and the "Keep Your Hands Clean" poster on the wall were all stained red with blood.

'If people go to jail, dogs must die'.

And this man is a beast, he can't even be called a "human being".

Anger gradually filled Koshe's eyes, and the strength in his hands grew stronger and stronger. The man had already died, but he was still waving his arms.

Finally, he stopped.

He panted slightly, dropped the machete in his hand, looked at the man's body that was unrecognizable and bloody, bent down, grabbed his legs, and dragged him out of the house.

He dragged the man to the front yard, where the two dogs, chained together, barked at him.

And Koshe simply threw the man's body among them.

"That's good."

Koshe took two steps back and nearly fell.

He steadied himself and leaned against the outer wall, watching the two dogs share the man's body. He lit a cigarette for himself with his blood-stained hands.

After a long time, the time it took to smoke a cigarette, Koshei calmed down. He threw away the cigarette butt and raised his gun at the two dogs.

A dog that eats human flesh cannot be kept.

Chapter 57: Incapable of Doing What You Want

The next morning, a new day in Syracuse began with a scream.

Dead dogs were found on the streets, run over by tires.