You don't even want to call me godfather

The uncle next to him is his mentor in the notary office, Ou Ya.

"Ben Hong didn't come for this operation. He seemed to say that something happened at home and he couldn't come for the time being," Azazel wiped the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes and asked, "Speaking of which, where did Raphael go again?"

"Raphael, I'm going to pick out clothes for you."

Ouya replied.

"Pick out clothes? What are you going to do?"

"We have confirmed the identity of the captain, but we don't know the details of the man and woman in the hat, so we need you and Raphael to disguise yourself and approach them."

Ou Ya closed his computer and watched the couple through a telescope.

"I can't do it," but Azazel suddenly stood up and said, "What if they are also criminals who should not be arrested like the fallen angel we met before? I can't shoot at people like that."

"If you are uneasy, you can go empty-handed. If you can't stop, you can retreat." Ou Ya also stood up, looking down at Azazel with his height of half a head taller than him, and his attitude was extremely serious. "Think carefully about what you just said. You should not do such a stupid thing. Think about why you are here."

"..." Azazel resisted a little, but seeing Ou Ya's determined eyes, he had to compromise, "Yes... I understand, I will do it."

After some recent events, Azazel was suffering from mental illness, and Ou Ya could see it.

He was very worried about Azazel, but there was nothing he could do. The time they spent together made him realize how easily the mind of this seemingly excellent child could be destroyed.

"If Asa can't do it, I will be the one to shoot."

Just when Ou Ya and Azazel were both thinking about their own things, a girl with long golden hair appeared from the side.

"Eh? Raphael, what are you—"

"Come here, Asa, put this on."

Before Azazel could finish, Raphael pulled out a long suit from the bag he was carrying, with many decorations pinned on the chest of the suit.

"what is this?"

"Disguise yourself as a runaway son of a wealthy family," Raphael handed the clothes to Azazel, and then took out the dress he bought for her. "I will do it for Azazel, and Azazel only needs to talk to them. Is that okay?"

"Um……"

Holding the clothes, Azazel responded in a daze.

……

"Aren't we leaving yet?"

On the yacht, the hooded woman asked dissatisfiedly with her hands on her hips.

"It's still charging, don't worry."

The hooded man was half-crouching on the ground fiddling with an electrical box. Compared to the woman's anxiety, he seemed overly calm.

"Hurry up, we are wanted criminals now, be careful those guys from the notary office chase us."

"Don't worry, I've gotten rid of them a long time ago. They would never have thought that we would leave the country by water."

Seeing that the power box was nearly full, the hooded man unplugged the wires and stood up.

"Excuse me—is this your boat?"

At this time, a young boy's voice came from behind.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

The hooded man turned around, his guard raised, and asked.

In order to reduce his recognition, Azazel now adjusted the brightness of his halo to a lower level.

It seemed that the man and woman did not recognize him either.

"Well... we wanted to go out and play with our friends in the Liberian tribe, but we ran out of money halfway through the journey..." Azazel explained with an embarrassed expression, "So no one was willing to give us a ride on the boat..."

Raphael pretended to be shy, hiding behind Azazel, carrying a small bag and looking at them with half of his face exposed.

"Are you from a wealthy family? Judging from the way you are dressed, you should come from a well-off family. Did you run away from home?" The man observed the two people under his hood and asked, "Is the one behind you your sister?"

"No, uh... kind of, right?"

"Sister?" The man was silent for a while, then said, "Okay, come up, since you are both children."

Unexpectedly, the man who was just talking about explosives, fallen angels, and criminals seemed to be easy to talk to, and he agreed to the two children's request without any concern.

The yacht started and sailed on the water at high speed.

"What on earth are you thinking, Abraham? Are you really going to give them a ride?"

The hooded man was steering the boat at the bow, and the hooded woman was standing beside him with a look of great dissatisfaction on her face.

"What does it matter, Gui'er? That's a lot of insurance."

Abraham raised the corner of his mouth slightly, full of confidence in his decision.

"what?"

"If we run into the water police, we'll be less likely to be suspected than if we were alone. In a crisis, we can even use them as hostages."

Abraham seemed to be speaking nonchalantly, but Guier didn't think so.

"Do you really think so, brother?"

She looked at Abraham, who was acting out of character, frowned slightly, and questioned.

Chapter 18: Still Feeling Scared

Inside the cabin, Raphael was already sitting on the comfortable sofa, and Azazel was standing by the door, listening to the noise outside.

"I didn't expect you could act, Asa."

Raphael put his hands under his legs and swung his feet on the sofa.

"I'll just take it as a compliment..."

Azazel straightened his collar. This time he did not carry his musket and was truly unarmed.

"Azazel, Uncle Ouya told me to tell you to investigate the suitcase that man is holding when you have the chance." Raphael swung forward and landed steadily on the ground. He then unzipped his satchel and took out a pistol from the compartment and handed it to Azazel. "This is just in case, to avoid any special circumstances."

"Drip."

As soon as Azazel took the pistol, the communicator in Raphael's bag rang.

"Hello? Uncle Ou Ya, we are in the cabin now, and we haven't found any clues yet."

Raphael picked up the communicator and reported to Ou Yabao on the other end.

"I'm following the captain's car and will arrest him when I find a chance," Ou Ya said to Raphael through the communicator while driving. "Raphael, you must catch the couple before they leave Lateran. They are likely to be fallen angels."

Upon hearing this, Azazel snatched the communicator from Raphael and said to Ou Ya, "Ou Ya, don't you need to check the contents of the suitcase first? What if they are just ordinary Sakota..."

"Whether it's an ordinary Sakota or a fallen angel, the situation at the scene alone is enough to suspect that they are in collusion with the captain, and they are less conspicuous on the water... Azazel, I know you don't like this, but as the executor, there's nothing I can do."

"……I see."

After hanging up the communicator, he handed it back to Raphael.

"I'm going to get some air."

He said this to Raphael, and without caring about Raphael's reaction, he opened the cabin door and walked out.

Standing at the stern, Azazel felt the wind blowing from the speedboat.

"I'm telling you, it's dangerous to stand there!"

Turning around, Gui'er was standing at the mast, shouting at him.

"Oh, sorry, I'll be right down."

Azazel turned around and prepared to go down to the deck from the stern, but the speedboat suddenly changed speed, causing him to stumble and almost slip.

The hooded woman quickly stepped forward and grabbed Azazel's arm, helping him steady himself.

"Thanks……"

"It's okay, you don't have—what's on you!"

The hooded woman was about to say something when she saw the pistol hidden under Azazel's blown clothes.

"Could it be that... you——"

Before the woman finished speaking, Azazel immediately drew his pistol.

But the woman was not stunned. She grabbed Azazel's hand and held it tightly, while with her other hand she pressed his gun-holding hand down hard.

"boom!"

The bullet hit the deck below the two men's feet, splashing sparks.

"What's wrong!"

Abraham rushed over upon hearing the noise and pulled out the submachine gun from the inner pocket of his jacket.

"This boy is carrying a gun!"

"Damn it, let her go!"

Seeing that Abrhan's gun was pointed at Azazel, the woman clamped his gun-holding hand with both hands.

Azazel threw away his pistol without hesitation, turned his wrist to grab one of the woman's arms, pulled her towards himself, bent his other free arm, and hit the woman's throat hard with his elbow.

"Gui'er, get out of the way!"

A barrage of bullets came at them, and Azazel grabbed Guier as a human shield and dove to the side, the bullets sparking on the deck where they had been standing before.

The two men fell to the ground. Gui'er took advantage of the situation to ride on Azazel, pulled off the finger blade hanging from his waist, clamped it between his fingers, and stabbed it towards his chest.

"laugh--"

Azazel blocked it with his hand in time, and the blade pierced his palm and stopped in front of his chest, unable to move forward at all.

"Hey - who are you?"

Gui'er coughed dryly and stared at Azazel fiercely, without forgetting to exert force with his hands.

"Bang! Bang!"

Just when the two were in a stalemate, Raphael rushed out of the cabin with a gun. Two bullets penetrated Gui'er's arm, making her lose her strength.

Azazel was also able to break free and quickly rolled to the place where the pistol was abandoned.

"You guy!"

Abrhan turned the gun, pointed it at Raphael and pulled the trigger.

"Raphael!"

Azazel had just picked up the pistol and saw Raphael was shot. Regardless of what he had thought before, he endured the pain in his palm and shot the bullet at Abr Khan's back.

"Huh...huh..."

Everything seemed to be over. Raphael used the Originium technique to heal her own injuries. The bullets were discharged from her body one by one. She then went to help Azazel heal his palm.

"Hey... Ou Ya, I messed up." Azazel took the communicator from Raphael and called Ou Ya, "But now those two people have been tied up and locked in the cabin."

"It's almost the same here. The captain has been caught."

Ou Ya's car stopped on the side of the road. The captain was covered in blood and handcuffed to the car door. He didn't look well.

"What's in the suitcase other than this, Azazel?"

Ou Ya casually smeared the blood on his hands on the captain's clothes and asked Azazel on the other end of the communicator.

"There are plastic explosives, fake passports, some Longmen coins and pounds," Azazel said, looking at his palm with some lingering fear, "Let's turn around and come back now. We should be there in less than half an hour."

After hanging up the call, Azazel handed the communicator back to Raphael.

"I'm sorry for causing you unnecessary injuries."

He lowered his head and apologized to Raphael honestly.

"Ah? I'm fine. It can be cured anyway. There's nothing to blame yourself for, Asa."

Raphael took the communicator and stuffed it into his small bag.

"If I had fired my gun sooner, I might have avoided the injury."