You don't even want to call me godfather

But just when Koshe felt his strength was being drained away quickly, the woman suddenly relaxed.

The arms that were restraining Koshei were also loosened.

Koshe's body leaned forward and he almost fell down. The last few seconds seemed like an eternity.

Feeling the pain in his neck, although he didn't know why the woman suddenly let him go, Koshe still covered the wound with one hand, quickly picked up the pistol on the ground with the other hand, turned around and aimed at the wall.

"Eh?"

But the woman's figure had disappeared, and Koshe could not sense her presence. He was breathing with some difficulty. It was at this moment that he noticed that wisps of purple-black flames were burning in the air around him.

He recognized it; it was the flame belonging to Msissa.

"Hmph... Even if I completely seal off this space, I still can't escape your pursuit, Msisha... As an inferior race, I'm actually so annoying."

The woman's voice appeared again, and Koshe raised the gun without hesitation, aimed at the source of the sound, and was about to pull the trigger.

But when he saw the man's face, he hesitated for a second before pulling the trigger.

"Hmm? Don't you want to kill me?" The woman walked towards him step by step, keeping a distance between herself and Koshei so that he could see his face clearly. "What's wrong? Could it be that you can't bring yourself to do it to this face?"

Even after being burned by Msisha's flames, the woman still looked as if she was at ease.

At this moment, she even transformed into the appearance of Destiny and stood in front of Koshe.

Just like the scene in a dream.

Although Koshe's fingers hesitated, the muzzle of his gun never left the direction of the woman.

Koshe stood up shakily, raised his gun and pointed it directly at the woman's forehead.

"No, I told you, you are not her."

Koshe stared coldly into the woman's eyes, and with a smile imitating Destiny, he pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the woman who transformed into Destiny fell down.

"Click."

But Koshei did not let down his guard. He continued to load the gun and aimed at the "corpse" lying on the ground.

"Oh my~ You are so decisive~"

But when he was about to pull the trigger again, the annoying voice came from behind him again.

Koshe turned around quickly, with the gun in his hand.

"So, what if it's like this~"

As the woman finished her words, Koshe was stunned.

Standing in front of him at this moment was Anjie, wearing the dress she wore that night, with no blood splattered on her chest from the bullet wound.

"Well? If that's the case, will you just--"

"boom!"

Perhaps the woman had not expected, and perhaps even Koshe himself had not expected, that he would shoot.

Besides Destiny, Angie has always been a permanent pain in Koshe's heart.

But perhaps it was precisely because of this that Koshe would not allow this woman to use Anjie's face to do things that blasphemous to her.

"Hmm~ Not bad, not bad. I am beginning to understand why Msisha admires you so much."

Koshei was becoming more and more annoyed. Was this woman never going to stop?

But then, a sudden tearing feeling arose in his brain.

"Uh--"

Koshe felt pain and he involuntarily held his head with both hands and bent down. The wound that had just been bitten by the woman was no longer blocked by his palm, but the blood did not continue to flow out.

On the contrary, it is healing at an extremely fast speed.

"Although I was disturbed by that guy Musisha, but... it gave me a more interesting idea~"

The two bodies lying on the ground gradually disappeared, but in contrast, Koshe felt his brain getting bigger and bigger.

It was as if something was trying to burst his brain, tearing and struggling inside.

Msisha's flames pulsed in the air beside him, following his pain and emotional fluctuations.

After an unknown amount of time, the heart-wrenching pain stopped and the fire beside him gradually went out.

Koshe was half-kneeling on the ground. He was looking at the ground in front of him in a daze, with beads of sweat dripping down his hands.

He picked up the gun that had just fallen and the hand at his feet, and with difficulty held on to the wall, he propped himself up.

The light in the alley seemed to have returned to normal. Even though he didn't understand what was going on, Koshe didn't want to stay here for even half a second longer.

He took one last look at the poor man's body, then quickly left the alley, leaning on his cane.

Looking at the gray sky and the empty streets, Koshe felt for the first time how wonderful the slightly cold air was.

But just when he was feeling hopeless, a voice almost caused him to have a cardiac arrest again.

"Hey, can you hear me? Hmm... it seems like it worked. I didn't expect that Msisha would be more willing to protect your nerves than to let you be taken away~"

"what……"

Koshei let out a long sigh, and his eyes seemed to have lost their luster, filled with helplessness and a little despair.

"Oh~ Don't be so depressed, don't worry, at least now, I won't hurt you again, after all, I still need your help to achieve some things, um...but since we will be together for a long time in the future, it seems that we should have a name..."

The woman's voice paused for a moment, and then she continued -

"If you use your human language, you can call me Idhaila, but I prefer another name - Yolanda."

Chapter 13: Firearms Smuggling

"Cough-ha-cough-cough-ooh-"

Outside the country, on the sand, a woman was running unsteadily.

Or rather, running away.

"boom!"

A bullet pierced her left calf, causing her movements to pause and her speed to slow down. She was about to be caught up by the latecomers.

Enduring the pain, she tried to escape to the nearest sand dune, but the second bullet that followed hit her right ankle.

"thump."

The woman no longer had the strength to support her body. She lost her balance and fell forward to the ground.

"You have no way to escape, Bo Yi."

A woman in a notary uniform slowly caught up with her and put one foot on her outstretched hand.

"Ahem - Xila..."

"You killed someone and wanted to escape. Do you think the notary office is just for free, Bo Ye?"

Two Sakotas who were notary executors together with Xila arrived one after another. The situation was already clear and Boye was doomed.

"Notary Office... Lateran..." Bo Ye was lying on the ground, feeling the pain coming from her body. She raised her head with great effort and looked up at Xila, "Do you really think... that you are righteous? You rely on many executors to hunt down those of us... who are discovering the truth..."

"What does justice have to do with the number of people? We are just following orders to stop you from destroying the long-standing balance of Lateran." Xila reloaded the pistol and raised the muzzle to point it at Bo Yi's forehead. "We are just saving everyone for the continuation of civilization."

"Saving... what a joke! You broke our bodies, trampled on our feelings, crushed our beliefs, betrayed our wishes. Saving... does not mean pointing your guns at your own compatriots!"

"boom!"

Without hesitation, Xila pulled the trigger. She had no intention of listening to Boye's sermon.

"After we collect the bodies, we can call it a day."

Putting the gun back to his waist, Xila said to the other two executioners.

"Yes, Sir Xila."

After the two executors signaled, they stepped forward to retrieve Bo Yi's body.

But at this moment, a faint light appeared in the several wounds on Bo Yi's body that were pierced by bullets, and in just one second it spread all over her body.

Immediately afterwards, Bo Ye's body instantly disappeared in the light particles.

"Sir...Sir?"

The two executors looked at Xila somewhat helplessly.

"...Alas, it seems that things have become complicated." Xila witnessed everything. She looked up at a moving city not far away and said helplessly, "Let's withdraw. If we continue to chase, we will enter the border of Syracuse."

Looking at the place where Boye had fallen before and the bullet holes on the ground, Xila was thinking about the unusual situation that had just happened.

What are those lights...?

"Di."

The headset hanging on his ear suddenly rang, and Xila pressed the button with his finger.

It was a new order issued by the higher-ups of the notary office far away in Lateran. Xila was a little confused as to why they were given the order to the executors who were about to enter other countries.

But as the person on the other end of the line told him the details of the mission, Xila's expression became increasingly strange.

It was at this moment that she discovered that the other two executors were looking in the same direction.

She looked within their sight and saw a transport ship that gave her a strange feeling, slowly sailing into the border of Syracuse.

Xila hung up the phone, sighed secretly, and then walked towards Syracuse.

"Don't look at it anymore. A new mission has been issued," she called to the two executors. "Visit Syracuse and investigate whether this country has any smuggling of firearms."

……

At Manchester Docklands, Luca Sheffield was standing on the shore.

He had a cigarette between his lips and a wad of banknotes in his hand. He took some out and handed them to Manchester.

"The ship rental and water transportation fees for this smuggling operation."

Sheffield took the cigarette from his lips, held it between his fingers, and stuffed the remaining money into his coat pocket.

"14 pistols and 1 musket, right?" Manchester also had a cigarette in his mouth. He took the money and, as always, weighed it before putting it away. "After the goods have been inspected, the person in charge of transportation will deliver them directly to your family's mansion."

"I don't think it's necessary anymore," Sheffield gestured to the people he brought with him, and then pointed to the dock entrance, where a ship was slowly entering the dock. "I brought the people, and the goods have arrived, haven't they?"

Manchester spread his hands to show that it was casual, but when he looked at the small transport ship, he frowned.

"No, something's wrong."

Manchester threw away the cigarette and walked to the shore hurriedly. Before the boat stopped, he grabbed the edge of the boat and climbed up in one step.

"Boom-"

Even after docking, the ship showed no sign of stopping until it collided head-on with another anchored ship, then it barely stopped.

Fortunately, it didn’t capsize, but it also demonstrated how wrong the weight of the boat was.

Manchester, standing on the boat, steadied himself. He broke the rope tied to the edge of the boat and lifted the cloth awning covering the cargo.

Then, disbelief and a bit of panic appeared in his eyes.

"Hey! What's going on!"

Seeing Manchester's unusual expression, Sheffield also stepped onto the boat, stood next to Manchester, and looked down at the things in the cabin.

Then his expression became exactly the same as Manchester's.

"This... must be reported to the Godfather immediately!"

Sheffield reacted immediately, but just as he was about to jump off the boat, Manchester grabbed his arm.

"No, we have to get rid of this ship," he stared at Sheffield, his hands getting stronger and stronger, "Burn it or sink it. No matter what method we use, we can't let anyone know that this ship has been here!"

"Wake up, Manchester!" Sheffield swung his arm violently, breaking free from his hand and pointing inside the cabin. "No matter how you think about it, this is clearly targeted. Take a good look for yourself. What else is there along with the cargo?"

Manchester was speechless. Sheffield was right. Even if the ship was sunk now, it would be of no use.

He looked into the cabin. The pistols and muskets that were supposed to be inside had disappeared. Instead, there were a dozen neatly arranged machine guns and more than twenty semi-automatic muskets.