About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

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When the man regained consciousness again, he was already in a biochemical waste treatment room, beside him were two other 'colleagues', just like him, those two people had just woken up not long ago.

"First, give me a reason not to kill you."

"—!?"

A slightly immature boy's voice came from the corner of the room, and the three of them tensed up instantly.

"You killed a doctor, right, so tell me, what reason do you have for me to let you go."

The owner of the voice slowly walked out of the shadows, came to the three of them, and continued to ask in a voice without any emotion.

He is just a young man, without fierce eyes, strong muscles, and no weapons in his hands——

But even so, just as he stood in front of him, the chills in his body couldn't stop.

"You... Who the hell are you!? I, I... Puff--?"

The first gangster thug hadn't finished speaking, but the dark rest had already pierced his heart.

"What about you?"

The boy and his understatement killed the first man, then turned to look at the other man.

"Wait... wait! I didn't do it voluntarily! I never killed anyone!"

The second man was obviously panicked, he had no idea that this teenager could kill a living person so lightly.

"But you pulled the trigger on Texas, didn't you?"

"That girl? I... I don't know anything, I really don't—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

The rest pierced through the second man's thigh, and blood splashed out in an instant.

"Change your career, it's not for you, sir."

Orson threw a bundle of first aid bandages to the man and crouched in front of the third.

"Who is your leader?"

This time, the boy did not ask the other party why he lived, but asked who the boss he was dealing with was.

"How could I tell you, brat!"

The gang members who seemed to have a higher status stared back fiercely, and it was obvious that they were not afraid of death.

"Although it is possible to use the form of torture... But time is urgent, and I don't like this method. Your walkie-talkie has more frequency bands. If you don't want to tell me, then I can only contact that person in person. .”

"what are you saying……?"

The man stared at Orson with wide eyes, and saw that the boy took off the walkie-talkie from his body and put his fingers on it.

It didn't take long for him to "test out" the frequency band that he thought was encrypted.

"Have things been recycled?"

After the intercom was connected, a deep male voice came from the other side.

"What was your reason for attacking Texas?"

"..."

Orson's voice on the other side of the walkie-talkie was extremely unfamiliar, and the man fell silent for an instant.

"The blood of the Texas family is still valuable, so who are you, a nameless pawn."

The man uttered the words 'Texas family'.

"Tuner, silence—choose a name, and listen to the score of your own death, sir."

"interesting."

The other side of the intercom turned into white noise, and Orson tossed it aside before placing his hand on the man's forehead.

When dealing with those spies with Junjun in Qiecheng, Orson has learned the ability to quickly identify the status of these "pawns".

Obviously, this time the assassination was not taken very seriously. The information that these people could squeeze out was pitifully small, and even if it was kept, it would not be of much use.

【Staccato】——

A white gleam came out from Orson's hand, and the man's eyes widened instantly, and then he fell straight to the ground and started talking nonsense.

"Even if I'm hypocritical, I don't want to deprive unnecessary lives. Don't bother that Lupu girl anymore, understand?"

Orson said lightly, but in the small room there was only a dead body with a pierced heart, a man who was bandaging his thigh like crazy, and a body lying on the ground and twitching.

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"I'm back—uh-wah!?"

After dealing with a few intruders, Orson cut open the melted lock, and was taken aback by the origin stone sword in Texas's hand as soon as he entered the door.

"...Aren't you able to detect the surrounding environment?"

After discovering that it was Orson, Texas breathed a sigh of relief, she gritted her teeth and put down the Origin Stone Sword in her hand.

"But in order to reduce calculations, I will ignore the frequency of my companions by default. I took disinfectant and bandages by the way. Have you contacted them?"

Orson walked to Texas. He took out the medical bandages and disinfectant alcohol, half-kneeled in front of the bed and prepared to treat the wound on Texas' calf.

"Well, wait... what are you going to do?"

Texas noticed that Orson suddenly stretched out his hands to the stockings on his legs, as if wanting to touch them.

"Treat the wound for you. There is some confusion here at the moment. It is estimated that no regular doctor will come in front of the control situation."

"Well--"

Orson's fingers touched Texas' calf, and there was some subtle itching and tingling on the black stockings.

Texas wanted to pull his leg back, but she noticed Orson's expression, which was not mixed with any strange thoughts, and was really just a serious expression to help himself disinfect and stop the bleeding.

"Okay, it should be fine for now."

Snapped!

"Ugh!?"

After skillfully wrapping Texas's wound with a bandage, Orson patted Texas' thigh very naturally.

The latter was taken aback by this sudden move, and even his tail and ears almost exploded together.

"Wow, hugs and sorry! I learned emergency medicine from Gavial. At that time, she always liked to slap the wound after treating it. I used to be slapped every day, and then I developed a habit..."

Orson apologized in a panic, and Texas couldn't help being angry when he saw the sincere expression on the other side.

"Let's be so-so."

Dexas swayed his calf slightly, and the bandaging technique was not inferior to that of the doctor. The only problem was that after part of his stockings were torn off, the overall visual effect seemed a little subtle and strange.

"I have dealt with the attackers for the time being, but it is not ruled out that they will act again in the future, because the target of the Sicilian gang seems to be you. The leader said a word-[The blood of the Texas family is still valuable]"

"...It really is him"

Fierce anger and hatred erupted from Texas who heard these words.

"Although I don't know the specific situation, it seems that the opponent's battle is not small, and we may be in trouble in the future."

"Us? This has nothing to do with you, Orson."

Texas looked at Orson, she didn't want to drag the boy into the muddy water caused by herself.

"It doesn't matter, I have just been admitted by BOSS, so now the affairs of Texas are the affairs of Penguin Logistics, and the affairs of Penguin Logistics are my affairs."

Orson gave Texas a thumbs up, and the chilling killing intent and death on his body had long since disappeared.

"Your brain circuit is more outrageous than that of an angel..."

Texas sighed, then thought for a moment.

After a brief silence, Texas seemed to have decided on something. She looked at Orson and opened her mouth slowly.

"I was once the eldest daughter of a family in Syracuse."

Orson straightened his posture and listened carefully to the past of Texas.

"I don't like the family business. Compared with the underworld wandering between black and white, I want to be a racing driver or something... probably."

"But then everything completely collapsed, my family was wiped out and slaughtered, and the person who gave this order is now the leader of the [Sicilian Gang]."

Texas's unbandaged hand was clenched into a fist. She thought she had forgotten the past, but when she recalled it to tell the story, she found that she still couldn't let go of the past.

"After the family collapsed, the first person to find me was the white-haired Lupus you met once——Laplande. According to her, she was originally responsible for the 'finishing', but I was not caught by her. Instead, under her guidance, she wandered into the world of Syracuse under the name of 'Lone Wolf'."

De Texas slightly closed his eyes, unexpectedly he did not feel disgusted during those crazy and chaotic days in Syracuse.

"In the end, I chose to leave Syracuse. I hope to abandon the past about [Lone Wolf], but whether it is Lapland or the Sicilian Gang-the blood of the past will never fade in my hands .”

Texas looked at his palm with a self-deprecating expression.

"We live with the blood of others on our hands. I never consider myself a saint, but most importantly, what is the blood shed for - if it is to protect others, I will have no complaints .”

"—I always feel like I said some pretentious and boring things... I'm sorry."

After Orson finished speaking, he paused, then rubbed his hair in embarrassment and embarrassment.

"Will you protect him... Orson?"

Texas lightly raised his head and thought for a moment, then met the eyes of the boy in front of him.

"what happened?"

"Help me pass the pocky in my pocket."

Texas pointed to the chocolate bar in his shirt with his chin.

"Don't eat this kind of sweets in the cultivation stage."

Contrary to expectations, Orson took out the pocky and kicked it into his pocket, and said earnestly.

"..."

Texas glanced at Orson, this extremely reliable boy sometimes seemed a little too reliable, almost like a male mother.

The old nightmare from Syracuse came to him again, but unlike that time, he was no longer a girl who could only hide in the closet and wait for the massacre to end, and she was no longer a "lone wolf" frantically looking for death alone— —Instead of holding a sharp blade in his hand, and possessing an existence called 'companion', Texas.

After a period of time, the Guards Bureau and Angel Arrived at the scene.