You don't even want to call me godfather

"Mr. Luo..." Providence's eyes flashed with sadness, and he said in a low voice, "He is indeed not a 'worm'. I can't write him on the list just because he hates the Mafia. Many of the people on the job have families. I believe... even you, Godfather, would not want your family to be implicated because of you."

"..." Koshei opened his lips slightly. He really couldn't think of any rebuttal. He wasn't a heinous person who wanted to kill all those officials and their families. "So, you want to use me to clean up the "worms" in the government, so that the remaining ones will all be supporters of your "peace faction"? "

"Yes, Godfather, it's great that you understand--"

"Don't be ridiculous, Providence," Koshe interrupted Providence before he could finish his words. "I never thought you would think that political struggle is so simple, 'Kill all opponents, and the rest will be supporters'. How could you have such a naive idea?"

"But... wouldn't it be a good thing if the government and the family could return to the peaceful coexistence they had in the past, even without William and Bartley now?"

Providence was unexpectedly persistent in this regard. He stood up and spoke with some emotion.

"Can you guarantee that all the remaining people are people who think like you?" Koshe also stood up and stared at him without showing any weakness. "Today there is an old Luo, what about tomorrow? Old Luo? Or some other old man? Since there are people like Old Luo who hate the mafia and the family, it is undeniable that there will be other people who are dissatisfied with the family in the government. And you are thinking of establishing a fragile peace under such internal and external troubles?"

"..."

Providence pursed his lips and remained silent. He knew what Koshei said made sense, so he had no power to refute it.

"It's not that easy to change a country. How long do you think I thought about it before I decided to completely eradicate the government?" Looking at the silent Providence, Koshe said righteously, "I am the godfather, the godfather of Syracuse, and also the godfather of the Cascade family. You will think about your government companions and their families, and I also have to think about the party members in my family and be responsible for their safety. So I can't allow any hidden dangers to exist. Do you understand, Providence?"

"...Yes, I understand." Providence knew he was in the wrong. He sat down again, calmed himself down, and then said, "Actually, I came here today because I have something else to discuss with you."

"You said."

Seeing that Providence had given up the argument, Koshe also stopped pursuing the matter and sat down.

"Please rest assured that what is coming next has nothing to do with the topic we just discussed," Providence said, "but this may be something that will involve other countries."

"Other countries?"

"Yes, I believe that as a godson before and now as a godfather, you must know the relationship between Syracuse and Columbia," Providence said with extraordinary seriousness and solemnity, "but I wonder if you have heard of Columbia Rhine Life's laboratory in Syracuse, and--"

Providence paid attention to Koshe's reaction, and he spoke word by word:

"Angel Experiment."

Chapter 93 Racial Genes

Koshei walked on the street, facing the cold wind, heading towards somewhere.

In his hand was a piece of paper with an address in Providence written on it.

Columbia Rhine Life Science Laboratory in Syracuse...?

To this day, he had never heard of the existence of such a facility in Syracuse.

Even his father never mentioned it to him.

Looking up at the dazzling and hazy sunlight obscured by dark clouds, Koshe stood in front of the solitary house and knocked on the door.

After a long time, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was a little girl, and the pale yellow halo on her head confirmed her identity.

"Sakta?"

Looking at this Sakota girl, Koshe always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

But it is true that in Syracuse there are almost no other races except the Luper, the Volper, and a few Liberians.

This is also the reason why Kal'tsit and his companions were looked at strangely by the people of Syracuse, not only because they were infected, but also because they were a different race.

"May I ask you are……"

The girl opened the door halfway, with half of her body hiding behind it, and seemed to be looking at him timidly.

For some reason, Koshei felt that this girl was kind of cute.

"Excuse me, where is the owner of this house?"

Kosh asked with a smile as he looked at the girl.

"My uncle... is in the dark room... the dark room is in the backyard over there..." The girl saw that Koshei was looking for the adults here, and after hesitating for a moment, she opened the door for him, "I... I'll take you there..."

"Thank you, lovely young lady."

Koshei walked into the house, the girl closed the door, walked around him and walked in one direction.

Koshe was about to follow her, but when he saw the girl's full appearance, his pupils contracted sharply.

Because this girl, this Sakota, actually had a pair of white feather wings on her back, which should have belonged to the Liberian people.

"What...what happened?"

The girl seemed to notice Koshe's strange look, and the wings on her back folded according to her mood.

"No...it's okay. Please take me to see your uncle."

Koshe suppressed his wild thoughts and followed the girl through the courtyard of the house to the backyard.

There is a small wooden house in the corner of the yard, which looks like a small place to store miscellaneous items.

The girl walked to the front of the cabin and leaned down slightly. The device on the door lock opened after scanning her eyes.

"plz follow me……"

The girl went into the cabin and Koshe followed her.

The inside was very small, only able to accommodate four or five people. After Koshe entered, the wooden door closed by itself.

A light lit up above their heads, and at the same time, Koshe began to feel a sense of weightlessness as he fell.

This is not a wooden house, this is an elevator.

When Koshe realized this, the elevator had stopped falling and the wooden door opened again, but what appeared in his eyes this time was a completely different scene.

A white corridor with steel walls. There are two yellow lines on the ground extending forward, and ventilation ducts and fire extinguishing equipment overhead.

"This is...a laboratory?"

Koshe frowned. For some reason, even though it was his first time seeing this place, he felt that he didn't like it very much.

"Ω, you left the room without permission again?"

Just as he was thinking, a man's voice came from the other end of the corridor.

A Liberian dressed as a scientist walked towards them with his head lowered.

"Uncle...someone is looking for you..."

The girl called Ω said very introvertedly.

"Hmm?" The man from Liberi raised his head. The moment he saw Koshei, his expression froze for a moment, but then returned to normal. He took a few steps forward, took off his plastic gloves, and extended his hand to Koshei. "Nice to meet you, Godfather of Syracuse. I wonder why you came to such a small place today?"

"A small place?" Koshei did not shake the hand of the man from Liberia. He glanced around and said meaningfully, "I never knew that there would be such a place and such a laboratory underground in Syracuse."

"This..." The man's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He knew that Koshei had come with bad intentions, so he said to the girl, "Ω, go back to the 'room' first. I will talk to this godfather."

"Yes... I understand, uncle..."

The girl grabbed her arm with one hand and walked past the man, heading towards her 'room'.

"Let's talk slowly, Godfather." The man turned around, intending to let Koshei follow him and go deeper into the laboratory. "Perhaps, after you have seen the entire laboratory, you will understand me."

"..."

Koshei suppressed his anger. He was not stupid and could certainly see that the girl called Ω was the experimental subject here.

But at the same time, he also wanted to hear how this man would explain it to him.

The man led Koshei along the corridor, around several corners, and then stopped in front of a glass house.

In the glass room, there was a girl sitting on the bed reading a book. It seemed that this was what the man meant by "room".

A room with only one bed, completely transparent and without any privacy.

"What's the situation with this girl?" Looking at Ω who was looking at him in the glass room, Koshe asked the man unkindly, "Or, in other words, what is she?"

"It seems that you already know something about this laboratory," the man also looked at Ω and said, "It seems that someone has leaked the secret about this experiment."

"Do you think it's appropriate to say this in front of me?" Koshe turned his head and looked at the man. "Someone told me that an experiment is going on here, an experiment about 'angels'. And now, you don't even want to make an excuse?"

"Why do you want to make excuses?" The man seemed to be puzzled by Koshe's question. He looked Koshe in the eye without flinching. "I don't think this is something to be ashamed of. On the contrary, I am proud of my dedication to scientific research. This is something that even you, Godfather, cannot relate to."

Koshe was shocked by the man's sudden enthusiasm, and he also realized that the man in front of him seemed to be a scientific madman.

"I know what you want to do."

He said.

"No, you don't know, Godfather," the man shook his head and denied, "You will never know, and you will never understand what the success of the angel experiment will bring to mankind."

The man pointed at the Ω in the glass room and looked quite excited.

"She will demonstrate that genetic integration of the races is possible."

Chapter 94 Angel Experiment

Racial genetic fusion. Seeing this man utter this incredible word with such dignity, Koshe looked at him in disbelief.

Human experimentation, an act that is taboo everywhere, was treated as such a matter of course by him.

"Do you know what consequences your actions will bring to you?" Koshe said unreasonably, "This is a taboo, and why did you contact him? Have you considered the human rights of the child who is the experimental subject?"

"Human rights? When we decided to conduct this experiment, human rights no longer existed." The man turned around and approached the glass house. "When she was still a child, only five or six years old, I had already started working on the Angel Experiment Project."

"Five or six years old?" Koshe shook his head. He stepped forward, grabbed the man's shoulders, turned his body around, and pressed him against the outer wall of the glass house, staring at him angrily. "You have locked her up here for experiments since she can remember? For nearly ten years, this child has no idea about the world. She doesn't know what the outside world is like. You just destroyed a person like this?"

"But you see now, she is a successful work! Her form and body structure can match the image of angels we know. She is not a false angel like Sakota. She is a real 'angel' with a halo and wings!"

The man didn't seem to change his mind at all. He stared at Koshei with a strange fanaticism in his eyes.

"That's not what she wanted at all! She could have been a normal child, living a normal life, but she lost it all because of your delusional vision?" Koshe pulled the man's clothes up, so that his body was pressed against the glass wall, his feet slightly raised. "What do you want? An 'angel' who is at your disposal? After you raised her as a damn guinea pig?"

"You don't understand how much benefit this experiment can bring, Godfather of Syracuse. Don't you understand that compared with scientific research results that can change the world, human rights are nothing?"

"What if I throw you into a house you've never seen before, with no parents, no toys, nothing but a bed, for several years, day after day," Koshei was completely furious. He didn't want to argue with this alien, but the man's stubbornness made him unbearable. "How much do you think these fabricated lies and this arranged life mean to you?"

"No, you don't understand at all!" But the man did not answer Koshe's hypothesis. Instead, he shouted at Koshe, "Other races are trying to crush us! Victoria, Ursus, Lateran, Casimir, and Da Yan. Compared with these great powers, Columbia's military strength is almost insignificant. Why do you think I want to devote my life to these experiments? We are at war for world hegemony. This is an invisible war! Other countries are gradually taking away what should belong to us. We have ways to resist, and this is my destiny!"

"You want to create your own 'Neon God'?" Koshe used both hands to lift the man higher. His feet couldn't even reach the ground. "Wake up and take a closer look. Your dirty human experiments didn't create any 'angels' at all. They were artificial 'Frankensteins'! They were failures with messed up genetic sequences! They can't even be called Chimera. And you want to use them as a means to protect your country?"

"Godfather, Godfather of Syracuse, you should know the relationship between Colombia and Syracuse," the man's neck was strangled a little, and he breathed with some difficulty, and said, "Syracuse is a small country that was immigrated from Colombia. I admit that you are more suitable to be the master of this country than those pig cages in the government, but... on this matter, I will never give in at all."

"..."

Koshei closed his mouth tightly, gritted his teeth, and let go of his hand. As he moved, the man slid down the glass wall and sat down on the ground weakly.

"Do you think that girl really treats you as her master?" Koshe pulled out a pistol from his coat pocket, loaded it, and pointed it at the man's head. "From the time I strangled you to now when I pointed the gun at you, I could have killed you more than once, but she didn't react at all. Even so, do you still believe that she can be your strength?"

"Heh... that's because you don't understand her at all, Godfather of Syracuse," the man said with a sneer while taking a deep breath. "If you really wanted to kill me, you would have done it a long time ago. She is an 'angel'. She can see clearly what is in people's minds and know what you will do next."

Koshe was speechless. He just took a step forward and put the muzzle of the gun directly against the man's forehead.

At the same time, he glanced at Ω, who had been watching their argument in the glass house without any reaction.

After a long moment, Koshe sighed.

He raised the muzzle of the gun, put the safety on it, and put it away.

Indeed, just now he really wanted to shoot for a moment and kill this stubborn man.

But the child's eyes never left him, as if he was curious about this stranger he had never seen before.

Or maybe it was as the man said, reading his thoughts. The child's eyes gave him the feeling of seeing through people's hearts.

"Now...are you willing to believe me, Godfather?" Seeing that Koshei did not kill him, the man stood up with the help of the glass wall. He once again extended his hand to Koshei, "I have heard about your deeds, Godfather. No matter what you did, it is admirable. If you can understand me, I very much hope that you can stand on the same side with me. If I can have you as my backer, maybe I don't have to count on those pig cages in the government anymore."

"... Stop having these wild thoughts." Koshei found it hard to understand why the man wanted to extend an olive branch to him after such an argument. He just said, "I don't deny the idea of ​​looking ahead and behind for my country, but the premise is that I can't make myself unrecognizable and unsightly. At least... I have to live like myself and be clean."

Koshe still did not hold the man's hand. Regardless of the man's reaction, he turned around and left in the direction he came from.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the girl.

If there was a chance, he really wanted to rescue this poor child and save him from suffering, but unfortunately, he couldn't kill anyone in front of the child, nor could he kill the Liberian man whom she called uncle in front of Ω.

Koshe left, and the wooden door of the elevator remained open. He took the elevator back to the ground.