About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

For now, his 'real' self is just as his appearance shows: silly, but not annoying.

"Can you please reveal some flaws quickly so that I can fight you openly, Orson?"

Lappland complained casually with some dissatisfaction, but after hearing this, Orson suddenly ran to the corner to grow mushrooms.

"Uh?"

Lapland was stunned by Orson's behavior, so she had to go over to see what was going on.

"Did I offend you in some way? Miss Lappland seems hostile to me. Even I'd feel incredibly frustrated if my own patient treated me like this!"

"Um, eh, sorry?"

Lappland was stunned for a moment, and then for some reason, facing the depressed Orson in front of her, she instinctively apologized.

"Didn't I say it before? I'm not bored with you. On the contrary, I'm very interested in your existence. Those words are simply my favorite way of expressing myself."

"……real?"

"That's it."

"Then you have to promise me that after today's affairs are dealt with, you will find time to come to me and treat your oripathy!"

"I know, I know."

Lappland shrugged and said it was no problem.

"That's settled then! So what's our mission today, Lappland?"

After getting Lappland's promise to cooperate with him in treating his oripathy, Orson, who had been depressed before, immediately revived to full health and was even in a happier mood than before.

"..."

——Have I been tricked by this silly-looking guy?

Lappland twisted her ears, an indescribable subtle emotion filling her heart.

30. Don’t pull the dog! ! (6K chapters)

"So why are we in District 24? Wasn't the riot in District 23?"

After making Lappland promise to check him carefully for Originium infection next time, Orson asked the white-haired Luper the biting dog with some curiosity.

"Ha, even if you go to District 23 now, all you'll encounter are infected people who are bribed to cause trouble, and gangsters mixed in with those infected people."

Lappland pulled out one of the long swords from his waist to test its sharpness, and explained to Orson in a frivolous tone.

"These people are targeting the Senior Superintendent of the Imperial Guard. The 'elite assassins' responsible for carrying out the operation will be on standby in District 24 and will only take action after confirming that the target has taken the bait."

"Why does the Mafia know so much about the Guards' internal arrangements and operational patterns? It's almost like..."

Orson was a little confused thinking, but within a few seconds he remembered the Fengchi Logistics deliveryman ID card in his pocket that he had just processed this morning.

"It's like there's a mole planted within the Imperial Guard, right? Hahaha, you're pretty quick-witted, Coyotito. In that case, I'll give you another additional question - how did the Sicilian gang's mole get into the heart of the Imperial Guard? I won't give you an answer this time."

"Well……"

Orson frowned in thought, and at the same time glanced at Lappland who looked relaxed and contented in front of him.

This white-haired, crazy lone wolf, perhaps hiding behind those silver-white wolf eyes a heart that is more rational and understanding than anyone else?

"You can think about the extra questions slowly when you get home. Now all you have to do is 'pay' me, hahahaha."

Lappland grinned, revealing his jagged teeth, as he led Orson into a secure door hidden in an alley.

Behind the security gate is a small house. However, unlike other areas in the slum, this house is full of monitoring and surveillance equipment, fake ID cards, and hanging on the wall, the firepower is obviously military-grade modified explosive crossbows.

"here……"

"Hey! You good-for-nothings, how's the plan going?"

Before Orson could utter his question, Lappland beside him suddenly started shouting into the room.

"—!!"

Lappland's voice was like a lit match thrown onto black powder. Before he could finish his words, four or five heavily armed gangsters, their bodies stained with blood, suddenly darted out from a blind spot in the room.

"...[Executioner], you are late."

The scarred man in the lead silently put down the crossbow in his hand after noticing that the person coming was Lappland. He called Lappland a name that Orson had never heard before.

"There's a traffic jam on the road. That's a good excuse, right? So how are your preparations? While I'm enjoying Longmen, have you prepared where to escape to if the mission fails? Hahahaha!"

"Damn, you..."

Faced with Lappland's blatant ridicule, several thugs holding machetes nearby obviously couldn't hold back, but they were still stopped by the leading man.

"Let's skip the pointless infighting, Executioner. Who's that person next to you?"

The scarred man looked at Orson, and the others also looked at this young man who followed Lappland into the room and looked extremely out of place.

The other thugs scoffed at Orson's presence. They thought this guy, "without any bloody murderous aura, like a model student," was probably brought here by the executioner on a whim, as a toy. The utterly bewildered teenager seemed unaware that he was now unrecognizable corpse fragments in a trash can.

Only the scarred man stared at Orson, and even the muscles in his body tensed up involuntarily.

"This guy? Ah, he's my personal doctor. Don't worry about him. He'll just go grow mushrooms in the corner anyway~"

Lappland casually passed by Orson and walked to a wall covered with monitors.

"So, are our protagonists in place? I'm really looking forward to today's show. 'The Rising Star of the Dragon Gate Guards Falls in the Slums'—doesn't it sound quite absurdly beautiful?"

Laplande said as he scanned dozens of surveillance screens.

——I saw the dragon girl eating with the little dog, but where is the other senior police inspector?

Lappland was looking for Beatrix Shivaye, but the next second, she suddenly heard the sound of a crossbow being strung from behind her.

"If you ever get the itch to shoot something, it's easier to aim at your head than to miss."

Lappland turned around with a wicked smile. At this time, several gangster elites in the room, led by the scarred man, were all holding long and short weapons and aiming at Lappland.

"Answer me a question, Executioner. The messenger who was responsible for confirming the progress with you a few days ago has been silent for two days. How did they die?"

"Oh my, so those idiots are dead?"

Lappland laughed even more wildly, but Orson noticed that the white wolf had silently assumed a fighting stance.

"Be serious, Executioner. They didn't pass on much information before their death, but there are still some clues pointing to someone within our ranks."

"Haha, so the messengers are all so dedicated? If I had known that, I would have tortured them more—"

“——” “——”

Lappland responded with a wicked smile, and everyone present froze in that moment.

The first one to take action was the scarred man. He reached out and touched the communication intercom on the table next to him, and opened his lips to make a sound.

"The executioner—"

The executioner betrayed us

It's just a few words. Theoretically, no one can stop me from spreading this message.

“Hiss hiss hiss hiss—”

However, the moment white noise came out during the communication period, the scarred man realized that his action had failed.

As a hired killer in Syracuse, the scarred man had survived countless near-death situations because he trusted his instincts so deeply. And now, without hesitation, he aimed his crossbow at the most inconspicuous, most vulnerable outsider in the room, the young man, and pulled the trigger.

"--What?!"

The heavy crossbow arrow, which had been modified to be able to penetrate even shields, passed through the boy's head, but the opponent dodged the attack sideways at the critical moment, almost without any hesitation.

There was a cut on the boy's cheek, and scarlet blood dripped onto the ground from the wound.

"..."

The moment his eyes met that young man's, the scarred man vaguely felt that his good luck seemed to have run out this time.

"Fuck you! You're a traitor after all!"

"Hahahaha! That's right, that's right! That's the expression on your face! Let's fight each other to the death!"

On the other side, several killers rushed towards Lappland with weapons in hand, cursing.

The thugs in this room were all personally selected by Scar Man. He was confident that these few people alone could tear through the defense of the Guard Bureau and turn the dedicated 'Senior Superintendent' into a tombstone.

But he was well aware that the others in the room had made a serious misjudgment of the situation. While the Executioner was an extremely bloodthirsty and insane being, the one who could easily kill him was the young man who had entered the room with the Executioner.

“Crack!!!”

Without any hesitation, the scarred man turned and fled the moment his first crossbow arrow failed to kill the boy, while several other thugs pounced on Lappland, and crashed straight into the window on the outside of the wall.

The scarred man had already figured out how to escape from the slums, but what he didn't expect was that as he broke the window, a twisted and unrecognizable black object emerged from behind him.

"What is this—huh!?"

The black twist directly pierced through one of the scarred man's legs, so he was unable to move and cushion the impact, but instead fell directly to the ground.

"Ahem! You monster..."

The scarred man held up his upper body, raised the crossbow and aimed at the young man who appeared from behind the black distortion. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled the trigger.

This time the crossbow was an anti-armor crossbow carrying a large amount of Originium explosives. In the next second, he would be chopped into minced meat by the high concentration of Originium powder and debris.

"—"

That should have been the case, but when the scarred man opened his eyes a few seconds later, he saw the young man standing in front of him, still holding the broken crossbow arrow in one hand.

"What kind of monster are you..."

"..."

The boy didn't respond. He just placed his palm lightly on the forehead of the gangster mercenary who had survived hell several times.

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“You bastard…!!”

"Ahem, hahaha! Push harder! This sword is still thirsty for blood. Cool it with your heart!"

Inside the room, Lappland's fight was not over yet. Three corpses lay beside her, and in front of her stood the last killer, holding a machete and covered in knife wounds.

Lappland's body was not in much better condition. There were several cuts on her arms, and there was an alarming scratch on her black windbreaker on her chest.

"Damn it, just die—Pfft!"

The thugs got ready and ran towards Lappland, who also laughed and got ready to fight. However, Orson suddenly appeared behind the thugs and knocked the last thug to the ground with a light knife.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're really spoiling the fun, aren't you, little dog?"

Faced with Orson's "interference", Lappland seemed very unhappy.

"...Lappland"

Orson did not apologize directly as he had done before. Instead, he wiped the wound on his cheek and walked straight to the white-haired Rupert.

Lappland noticed the change in Orson's "temperament". The childish and kind warm atmosphere had all disappeared, and what remained was only the suppressed anger.

"Is this your goal? To charge into the enemy's base camp, fight these people, and become one of the corpses if you're not careful?"

"...Hahaha! That's right! Are you angry? Do you have murderous intentions towards me? Yes, that's my purpose. I'm dragging you into this fight without any explanation. So, what do you still want to say at this point?"

——As expected, after all, you're no different from everyone else, it's just that your disguise is more...

“Ahhhhhhhh!?”

Lappland was halfway through his thoughts when he suddenly let out an embarrassing dog bark. Orson stood on tiptoe, reached out and grabbed Lappland's two furry ears and rubbed them hard to both sides.

"You, what are you doing you idiot!?"

"What the hell are you thinking? I've already said that you're still half-patient. Do you think I can't see that? Your current physical strength isn't even half of what it was when you fought me. If you had no connection with me at all, I wouldn't stop you from wanting to die. But since I said I'd be responsible for you, don't even think about doing these crazy, suicidal things again!"

“…Uh, huh?”

Lappland shook her head and pulled her ear out of Orson's hand, then looked at the boy with some confusion.

This guy was indeed "angry", but the reason for his anger was not because he had dragged himself into this fight, but because of his own crazy behavior of actively seeking a fight with his weak body.

"Either you die alone where I can't see you, or you never think of dying in front of me - Lappland."

Although the white-haired Rupert wanted to laugh as usual and use this method to regain control of the pace of the words, she found that she could not show that crazy smile.

"……I got it."