About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"Um, eh, sorry?"

Laplande froze for a moment, then for some reason, faced Orson with a depressed face in front of him, he instinctively offered an apology.

"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 expression."

"……real?"

"That's it."

"Then you promise me that after today's matter is dealt with, you will find a time to come to me to treat the ore disease!"

"I know, I know."

Laplande shrugged and said no problem.

"That's it! So what's our mission today, Laplande?"

After getting Lapland, he agreed to cooperate with him in the treatment of ore disease. Orson, who had been depressed before, immediately revived in full condition, and even felt happier than before.

"..."

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

Laplande twisted his ears, and an indescribable subtle emotion filled his heart. "So why did we come to District 24, isn't the location of the riot in District 23?"

After making Laplande promise to check himself for Originium infection next time, Orson asked the white-haired Luper biting dog curiously.

"Ha, even if you go to the 23rd district now, all you can meet are all kinds of infected people who have been stuffed with money to make trouble, and gang thugs who mix among those infected people."

Laplande pulled out one of the long swords from his waist to test the sharpness, while explaining to Orson in a frivolous tone.

"The target of these people is the senior police superintendent of the Guards Bureau, and the 'elite killer' responsible for carrying out the operation will be on standby in the 24th district, and will only start to act after confirming that the target has completely bit the hook."

"Why does the Mafia know so much about the internal layout and operation mode of the Guard Bureau? It's almost like..."

Orson thought in a little confusion, but within a few seconds he thought of the ID card of the Fengchi logistics delivery staff that he had just processed this morning in his pocket.

"It's almost as if there's an insider in the Guard Bureau, right? Hahaha, you're a pretty quick thinker, little dog. If that's the case, I'll arrange an additional question for you—the insider of the Sicilian gang." How did the ghost enter the core of the Guard Bureau? I won’t give you an answer this time.”

"Well……"

Orson frowned in thought, and at the same time glanced at Laplande who was in front of him with a relaxed look.

Maybe this white-haired, crazy lone wolf hides a more rational heart than anyone else under those silver-white wolf pupils?

"Save the additional questions and think about it when you get home. What you have to do now is to 'pay me', hahaha."

Lappland grinned through his jagged teeth as he led Orson through a security door hidden in an alley.

Behind the security gate is a small hut, but it is different from other areas in the slums. This house is full of monitoring and monitoring facilities, forged ID cards, and hanging on the wall. The firepower is obviously a military-level transformation. Explosive heavy crossbow.

"here……"

"Yo! Wasted rice buckets, how is the implementation of the plan going?"

Orson's question hadn't come out yet, and Laplande suddenly opened his mouth and yelled into the room.

"—!!"

Laplande's voice was like throwing a lighted match on black powder.The voice here has not yet landed, and 4,5 or [-] gangsters in full armor and bloody aura sprang out from the blind corner of the room in an instant.

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

The leading man with a scar face noticed that Laplande was the one who came and silently put down the crossbow in his hand. He called Laplande a name Orson had never heard before.

"There's a traffic jam on the road, isn't that a good reason? So how are you prepared? During the time I'm enjoying Longmen, have you prepared where to escape after the mission fails? Hahahaha!"

"Damn, you..."

Faced with Laplande's blatant ridicule, several thugs with machetes in their hands obviously couldn't hold back, but they were still stopped by the man in charge.

"Stop meaningless infighting, Executioner. Who is that person beside you?"

The man with the scar looked at Orson, and several other people also looked at this young man who entered the room with Laplande, who was extremely out of place.

Several other thugs sneered at Orson's existence. This kind of guy who "has no bloody murderous intent, like a good student" was probably brought to this place as a toy by the executioner on a whim.The unrecognizable teenager didn't seem to realize that he was already an unidentifiable corpse in a garbage can.

Only the man with the scar fixed his eyes on Orson, and even the muscles on his body tensed up involuntarily.

"This guy? Ah, he is my personal doctor, don't worry about this guy, anyway, he will go to the corner to grow mushrooms by himself~"

Laplande led Orson carelessly, and at the same time walked to a wall covered with monitors.

"So, is our protagonist in place? I'm really looking forward to today's show, "The New Star of the Longmen Guards Bureau Falls in the Slums"-it sounds absurdly beautiful, doesn't it?"

While speaking, Laplande scanned dozens of surveillance images with his eyes.

——I saw the dragon girl eating with Xiao Gouzi, but what about the other senior superintendent?

Laplande was looking for the figure of 'Beatrix Shuaia', but in the next second, she suddenly heard the sound of a crossbow being wound up from behind.

"If you want to shoot something if your hands are itchy, aiming for your head is not easy to miss."

Laplande turned around with a wicked smile. At this time, several gangster elites in the room, headed by the man with the scar, all aimed at Laplande with long and short weapons.

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

"Oh, so those idiots died?"

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

"Be serious, Executioner. They didn't pass on much information before they died, but there are still some clues pointing to someone inside us."

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

"——" "—"

Laplande responded with an evil smile, and everyone present froze for a moment.

The first person to act was the man with the scar. He reached out and touched the intercom device on the table beside him, and opened his lips to make a sound.

"The Executioner—"

【The Executioner Betrayed Us】

It's just a few words, and theoretically, no one can stop him from spreading this message.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

However, when the white noise came out during the communication period, the man with the scar realized that his action had failed.

As a hired killer in Syracuse, the man with the scar survived countless fatal situations because he trusted his intuition so much.At this time, his intuition made him without any hesitation. He aimed the crossbow in his hand at the most inconspicuous and most 'weakest' outsider boy in the room, and pulled the trigger.

"--what?!"

The heavy crossbow that had been modified so that it could pierce even a shield pierced the boy's head, but the boy sideways dodged his attack without any hesitation at the very moment.

A wound was cut on the boy's cheek, and scarlet blood dripped down the ground from the wound.

"..."

The moment his eyes met the boy's, the man with the scar felt vaguely that his luck had come to an end this time.

"Damn you! Sure enough, you are a traitor!"

"Hahahaha! That's right, that's right! That's the expression, let's fight each other until we die!"

On the other side, several killers were already yelling, picked up their weapons and rushed towards Laplande.

The thugs in this room were all selected by the scar man himself. He was confident that with just these few people, he could tear apart the defense of the Guard Bureau and turn that dedicated 'Miss Senior Superintendent' into a tombstone.

But he was very clear that several other people in this room had made serious mistakes in judging the situation. Although the 'Executioner' is an extremely bloodthirsty and insane existence, the one who can really kill him easily is the boy who entered the room with the Executioner.

"Crack!!!"

Without any hesitation, the man with the scar didn't kill the boy with his first crossbow arrow, turned around and fled while several other thugs rushed towards Laplande, and smashed through the window on the outside of the wall.

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

"What's this—huh!?"

The black twist directly pierced one of the scarred man's legs, so he couldn't be cushioned by the body, but hit the ground directly.

"Ahem—! You monster..."

The scarred man propped up his upper body, raised the crossbow arrow and aimed at the boy who appeared from the black twist, and pulled the trigger after hesitating for a moment.

The crossbow bolt this time is an anti-armor crossbow bolt carrying a large amount of origin stone explosives. In the next second, it will be chopped into minced meat by the high concentration of origin stone powder and debris.

"—"

This should have been the case, but when the man with the scar opened his eyes after a few seconds, he only saw the boy standing in front of him, holding the broken crossbow bolt in one hand.

"What kind of monster are you..."

"..."

The boy didn't respond, he just put his palm lightly on the forehead of this gangster mercenary who had survived several times from hell.

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"You bastard……!!"

"Ahem, hahaha! Use more force! This sword is still thirsty for blood, use your heart to cool it down!"

In the room, Laplande's fight was not over yet. There were three corpses lying beside her, and the last killer was standing in front of her, holding a machete and covered in knife wounds.

And Laplande's body was not much better, her arms were scratched several times, and there was a shocking scratch on the black windbreaker on her chest.

"Damn it, go to hell with me—poof!"

The thugs put on a posture and ran towards Laplande, and Laplande also laughed and put on a fighting posture.However, Orson suddenly appeared behind the thug, and with a light hand knife, he directly knocked the last thug to the ground.

"Hey, hey, you're too disappointing, don't you, puppy?"

Faced with Orson's 'spoiler', Laplande seemed very upset.

"...Lappland"

Orson didn't directly apologize as before, he wiped the wound on his cheek, and walked straight to the white-haired Luper.

Laplande noticed the change in Orson's "temperament". The immature and kind atmosphere disappeared, leaving only restrained anger.

"Is this your goal, rushing into the enemy's base camp, fighting with these people, will become one of the corpses if you are not careful?"

"...Hahaha! That's right! Are you angry? Do you have the intention to kill me? Yes, this is my purpose. I can't help but get you involved in the fight. How about it? What else do you want to say now? Pretty words?"

——Sure enough, in the final analysis, you are no different from others, but your disguise is more...