You don't even want to call me godfather

Although his wrist was pierced, Luo Lao gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead along with the pain. He raised his head and saw the black muzzle of a gun in front of him.

"Now even my clothes are covered in blood. This is not easy to wash."

Koshei complained that if Luo Lao hadn't suddenly fired a shot just now, he wouldn't have fallen in that pool of blood, and his clothes wouldn't have been stained with blood.

But at the same time, he was also a little curious about why this old man who suddenly appeared attacked him.

"Kill me or chop me up, whatever you want," Luo Lao looked at Koshei with a tough look on his face. He knew how the mafia worked, and Koshei would definitely try to get government intelligence from him. "I won't reveal any information to you."

"..." Koshe choked. It seemed that this old man was also an experienced character. He raised the muzzle of the gun and planned to chat with the old man. "I don't want to ask anything from you. I just want to know why you attacked me."

"Because you are the Mafia."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Koshe bit his lip. He didn't expect that Mr. Luo was a person who hated the mafia so much. Judging from his clothes, he should be a government official, which was not surprising.

"Murder and robbery, looting, industry monopoly, extortion and smuggling, engineering fortification, illegal waste burial, drug trafficking and money laundering, gambling and fraud." Unexpectedly, when Koshe was hesitating about how to continue the conversation, Luo Lao spoke first, "You mafia have done everything that can be sentenced. You think that your family is your umbrella that can protect you from violating politics and justice, but justice will never be absent. Evil people like you will one day be punished-"

"boom!"

As the gunshot rang out, Luo Lao's body twitched and he slowly fell backwards.

Koshe regretted listening to the old man's nagging. He had an extremely strong prejudice against the family. Even if he let him go, he would definitely be a hidden danger in the future.

Like Bartley, Koshe always remembered the boy.

And to put it bluntly, he was originally out to purge government officials, and Luo Lao came to the door on his own initiative, which saved Koshei some effort.

"go."

Koshe summoned a cub and asked him to transform Luo Lao's body into a new cub. Then he took out a map, crossed out the name of the government official, put a question mark next to it, and circled it.

"what--!!"

At this moment, a scream interrupted Koshe's thoughts.

When he looked up, he suddenly realized that the cub was gone.

Koshe thought to himself that something was wrong. He looked towards the source of the scream and saw a woman standing at the door of a house not far away, looking at him and Luo Lao's body on the ground.

The cub just now had already pounced on the woman.

Chapter 85: Devil's Whisper

Koshe stood at the door of Luo Lao's house.

He was breathing heavily, cold sweat slowly dripped from his forehead, and his pupils were trembling violently.

Right in front of him, the woman was already lying on the ground, covering her neck with her hands, blood constantly flowing out from between her fingers.

To save or not to save?

Koshe was caught in this difficult choice.

This woman was an innocent person outside the action, but now her life was implicated. However, she also witnessed Koshe's murder, which was not a big deal, but the real trouble was——

Looking at the hound puppy squatting next to the woman, Koshe couldn't tell how complicated his feelings were.

She knew about the existence of the cub, so she couldn't keep it.

Koshe squatted down and looked at the woman, letting the blood drain from her body without doing anything.

"Feel sorry……"

Koshe lowered his head and said sorry.

"Almighty and merciful God, you are merciful and never reject those who call upon you. You know the limitations and weaknesses of human beings. Facing the end of life, we all have fear and reluctance. Please have mercy on the dying person and relieve her physical, mental and spiritual pain. Let her gain strength from your love and finish her journey of this life in peace and return to your arms," ​​Koshei made a cross in front of him and prayed for the woman with apology, "Amen."

The woman's struggling movements gradually became slower and her breathing gradually became slow. After a long time, she completely lost her breath.

But her eyes were fixed on Koshei and she died with her eyes open.

Koshe silently reached out his hand and closed the woman's eyes. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Then he stood up and dialed Jose's number.

After a moment, the communication was connected.

"Hello? Godfather, what's wrong?"

Jose's voice mixed with the sound of gunfire reached Koshe's ears.

"Hey, Jose," Koshe looked at the body of the woman in front of him. He waved his hand and the cub disappeared in a shadow. "I may need you to come over and deal with one... no, two bodies.

"Oh, I thought it was something serious. It's just a small matter like this, can't you just send a message directly?"

"The situation is a bit special, so I need you to handle it personally. You can trust me."

Koshe said in a low voice.

"Okay, I got it, Abel! Throw a torpedo at those guys!" Jose was on the other side, directing his followers while saying to Koshe on the comms, "I'll come over after I deal with this wave. Leave the cleaning to me. Godfather, go and do other things first."

"Well, thank you for your help, Jose."

Koshe hung up the call, sent his current address to Jose, and turned off his phone.

"Ha...what is going on..."

Looking at the vast night sky, Koshe sighed.

But he didn't notice that above his head, the curtains of the second-floor window of the woman's house were slightly opened, and a pair of eyes were watching everything that was happening downstairs.

Similarly, he did not notice that the half-open door behind him had been opened slightly at some point, as if something invisible had entered the room.

……

"Mom? Did I really... not disappoint Dad?"

Little Sa asked her mother, lying on her bed.

"Silly child, what are you thinking about? How could Dad be disappointed in Xiao Sa?" The mother rubbed her daughter's head and said, "Go to bed early. Dad will take you to school tomorrow morning."

"Mom..." Just as her mother stood up and wanted to leave, Xiao Sa grabbed her wrist, "Um... can you tell me a bedtime story for a while?"

Looking at her daughter's pitiful expression, the mother smiled.

"Okay, okay, wait a minute, I'll find the fairy tale collection."

The mother found a fairy tale book in the drawer of the room, but as soon as she opened the page, several gunshots were heard outside.

"Mother?"

When Xiao Sa heard the gunshots, he shrank into the quilt in fear, covering the lower half of his face with the quilt.

"Don't worry, Xiaosa, mommy will be out for a while and will be back soon."

The mother's expression was a little unnatural. She put the fairy tale book on little Sa's quilt and left the room.

Xiao Sa looked at the room where she was the only one left. She sat up from the bed and hugged the fairy tale book tightly.

And just then, screams were heard from downstairs.

Little Sa was frightened. She knew it was her mother's voice. She quickly ran to the window, opened it a little, and looked downstairs.

But he saw his mother lying in a pool of blood.

"mom--"

Xiao Sa was about to scream, but quickly covered her mouth. She saw her mother covering her neck, looking upstairs where she was, and shaking her head.

Xiao Sa covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound. She was just a child and didn't know how to deal with the situation.

She only knew that she had to hide in the room and couldn't go out.

Xiao Sa ran back to the bed. She hid under the quilt, grabbed the quilt over her head, and sobbed quietly in the covers.

"Squeak-"

But at this moment, her door was opened and a figure walked into her room.

The figure walked slowly to Xiao Sa's bed. She reached out her hand and slowly lifted the quilt covering Xiao Sa's head, revealing Xiao Sa hiding inside.

Xiao Sa closed his eyes and curled up into a ball with nervousness, but the terrible thing he had expected did not happen.

Until a pair of hands gently reached out from behind her and gently covered her eyes.

"Mother?"

Feeling the warmth of those hands on her eyes, for some reason, she thought of her mother.

"Unfortunately, no," but the owner of those hands slowly put his face close to the girl's ear, "But you will see your mother soon."

The gentle words were like the devil's whisper, murmured in Xiao Sa's ears.

Koshe, who was outside the house, was completely unaware of all this.

He just left the scene as if he was escaping.

In Xiaosa's room, the figure stood by the bed, watching Koshei's back as he left.

"Godfather, um... Godfather, how many secrets do you have?"

Looking down at the body of the woman and the body of Mr. Luo not far away, the couple let out an inexplicably terrifying laugh.

"I'm really looking forward to it, 'Grandma's' child."

The figure wiped the donated blood off her hands. She held the fairy tale book. The book was already stained with some blood, but it didn't matter anymore.

She put the fairy tale book aside, drew the curtains, opened the window, and let the cold evening breeze blow into the room and blow her hair.

Under the moonlight, her long dark purple hair revealed a strange reflection, and her pair of golden eyes, completely different from her previous purple eyes, were slightly narrowed.

Chapter 86: The original intention remains, but the years have passed

Koshe never thought that there would come a day when even he would be tormented by guilt.

The woman who was killed by the cub... must be the wife of the old government official.

If... he had reacted a little faster, even just a little faster, the woman might not have died.

Koshe looked at his bloody hands and blamed himself.

Then he pushed open the glass door that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Welcome to the Valhalla Bar, what would you like to order?"

A familiar voice came into his ears.

That's right, he came here again to confide his thoughts to this old friend.

"As usual, Gil," Koshe walked to the bar and sat down on a high stool, "a drink... something that will take my mind off my worries."

"It seems like you've been having a hard time lately, Koshe." Jill went to the wine cabinet to get some wine without even turning her head. After a while of mixing the cocktails, she pushed the glass in front of Koshe. "Crevice Spike, it can drive away your drunkenness and your consciousness. I think you might need this."

"Oh, yes, I need it so badly."

Koshe took the glass and drank most of it without thinking. A strange sour taste stirred violently in his stomach, but it made him feel unprecedentedly relaxed.

"Hey, drink slowly, no one is competing with you for it," Jill said, seeing Koshe pouring himself a glass of wine. "This is a lot of alcohol. I don't want to have to carry you back after closing time."

"Don't worry, Jill, I'm fine."

"You don't look like you're okay..." Jill put a few bottles of base wine back into the wine cabinet, leaned his elbows on the bar, looked at Koshei, and said, "So, tell me, this is why you came here, isn't it?"

"..." Koshe held the wine glass and looked at the wine in it, seeming to be in a trance. "Let me ask you, Jill, if you think it was an accident and killed an innocent person, would you feel guilty?"

"You blame yourself? Maybe, although I have never encountered such a situation," Jill said, looking at Koshe's dazed look, "but it has already happened. The dead cannot be resurrected. What's the point of blaming yourself? Are you hoping that someone will punish you?"

"But... I made a mistake that I shouldn't have made. I had the ability to stop it, but... Alas..." Koshei took a sip of wine in a depressed tone. At this moment, he was just like before he became the Godfather, constantly struggling with his own problems. "My father once taught me to be a person who would not make mistakes, but to this day, I have not been able to do this."

"No one is perfect, Koshei," Jill frowned and said seriously when he saw Koshei being so self-deprecating. "It is God who is perfect, not humans. It is impossible for humans to be perfect, even you, Koshei, even as a godfather, it is impossible for you to be perfect."

"...I don't know what to do anymore." Koshe stared at the bar counter and his own reflection, looking a little confused. "Perhaps, I'm just an ordinary person who makes mistakes over and over again. I... don't deserve the title of Godfather."

"Boom!"

The wine glass in Koshe's hand fell to the ground with a shattering sound. He looked up and saw Jill grabbing his collar with both hands, his eyes full of anger.