About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Neng Angel, who successfully got the emperor to answer the phone for Huyou, greeted with a smile.

"Don't mess around, Angel! I'm planning to drink that bottle of wine in front of the Mouse King's grave after he's dead!"

"No, compared to those, there are indeed some things on my side that need your help."

Angel Neng told the emperor about Orson's plans and goals. Originally, she thought that the emperor would agree as readily as Sora, but...

"I see, I refuse."

"Eh?!"

After hearing the whole story, the emperor refused the invitation without any hesitation.

"Why, why, boss? This is an opportunity to save Longmen and the slums!"

Can angel puzzled inquiry.

"Well, but on the other hand, what does saving Longmen and the slums have to do with me? These are the things that Wei Yanwu is responsible for. If you want to forcefully get involved, at least start by not involving others. Let's do it? I have no interest in your purpose, that's all."

The emperor said in a sharp and hard to refute tone.

"Why is this... um!"

Can Angel was confused by the emperor's pungent response and didn't know how to respond, but at this moment, Laplande answered the phone.

"You are really an out-and-out egoist bastard, but coincidentally, I am also such a guy-since this kind of reason can't impress you, then I'll put it another way."

"Where did you come from..."

"【Now there is an opportunity in front of you that can drive Wei Yanwu to death, and even make a mess of most of the Longmen. Do you want to participate?"

"Hmph, count me in!"

The emperor joined the gang at the speed of light, and Laplande smiled, and looked at the dumbfounded Orsonen Angel with a disdainful look of "you two are still young~".

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At night, the border of the slums, which should have been extremely quiet, is a hundred times busier today than the busiest shopping street in Longmen City.

"Hurry up! MSR and the Emperor are going to hold an open-air concert in the middle of the night. I heard that the sunset is gone!!"

"But this time the location is near the slums..."

"Idiot, isn't this more topical! Grab the camera, we must be the first time...Made, there is already a colleague!"

Similar conversations keep happening. At first, it was rumors spread by some media, and then more and more people were skeptical.

And when the emperor drove the excavator to smash the wall of the slum and took out the microphone, this place instantly became the most active place in Longmen.

Countless infected people in the slums, people watching fun in Longmen City, fans, people with malicious intentions, police officers from the Guards Bureau trying to control the crowd——

This sudden concert brought everyone together, and the people who were gathered, initially cautious and suspicious, also under the guidance of the DISCO ball atmosphere group (referring to the angel), gradually fell into frenzy— — except for a couple of people with other goals.

"Are you ready, two?"

"Huh, do you even need to ask? It's just going back to the old school, right Texas?"

"...Don't die."

On the roof of the dark and dangerous building, Orson stood on the edge of the knight's sword and looked down at the darkness in front of him, while the two wolves behind him checked the sharpness of the weapons in their hands.

Amid the singing of Sora Sauce not far away, the three of them jumped down and started hunting tonight.

It's time to wrap things up.In the corner of a slum a few kilometers away from the site of the "Fever Concert", two members of the Sicilian gang in black suits were leaning against the corner.The two held lit cigarettes in their fingers, while looking at the powerful RGB flashes not far away, there were screams and emperor RAP from time to time, as well as the concert with the active atmosphere of the well-known Aishulu sora sauce.

The fusion of these completely different voices creates a restless and wonderful atmosphere.After all, it is a super cowhide camp composed of the emperor of the rap world, Longmen New Starry Sky, and the mysterious guest band Sunset Flying. Such a combination can already control the attention of everyone in the surrounding range just by standing there.

"Damn it...it's so lively over there, what's wrong with this group of people?"

One of the members of the Sicilian Gang took a deep breath on his cigarette, and cursed at the chaotic concert area not far away.

"Forcibly broke the separation wall between the slums and Longmen City, and built a crude stage with local materials in such a place-even so, it still attracted a large group of people to watch, and the behavior of these people was like nothing Anything under cover is declaring war on us."

Another member of the Sicilian gang threw the cigarette butt aside and stepped on it a few times, his tone vaguely disturbed.

"Speaking of which, after the failure of the attack on the Guard Bureau, the leader has not taken any further actions. Is it because of the stricter security measures at the Longmen?"

"Who knows... If everything goes according to plan, the current Guard Bureau should be in ruins, and the last bloodline of the Texas family will be beheaded by the leader, whether it is Longmen or the remaining family in Sicily. Either way, it should all be taken into the pocket of the [Godfather] as a matter of course."

The man in the suit complained unhappily. Of course they didn't know about Orson's existence. The only thing these subordinates could understand was that the [Godfather] joined forces with the undercover agents who had been planted several years ago to launch a devastating attack on the Guard Bureau. This turned into a boring fart.

Talking about the unimaginable failure before, the other person also showed some hesitation.

"I have always followed and trusted the Godfather, because he almost single-handedly prevented the endless family strife in Syracuse, of course I don't care about the means he used. I know that all bloodshed is the necessary fuel to end the dispute .”

The man in the suit took another look at the concert not far away, which became even more frenzied. Everyone can say with certainty that this is the night when the slums and Longmen City have intersected the most extensively and intimately since their birth.

Whether this is good or bad, neither the infected nor ordinary citizens know, but at least for the members of the Sicilian Gang, this inexplicable but extremely fanatical concert is definitely another unplanned and uncertain hidden danger .

Hidden dangers will bring suspicion, and failure will also bring suspicion. A series of unexpected behaviors of [The Godfather] made the gang members who followed him gradually question their past behavior and future goals.

"I trust the godfather, but... to place undercover agents in various cities, kill the last Texas, and come here to fight the dragon gate - are these really what we have to do? Godfather, what is he doing? What are you preparing for, what are you going to fight against? I chose to believe in the godfather and followed him to this city, but the answer the godfather told us sounds so perfunctory?"

The man in the suit asked another man who seemed to have a higher position in the family. He was no longer as firm in his beliefs as he said, and began to question the purpose and motivation of the godfather.

"I understand your doubts, but the godfather never reveals too much about his plan. The only thing I can tell you is that the godfather has not given up on Longmen, and the new plan is advancing. And this time the plan will definitely not— "

"Will it never fail?"

Another voice suddenly came from the corner of the slum where there were only two people. Although this voice was as calm as stagnant water, it made the two of them stand on their heads instantly, and their muscles tensed at the same time.

"Who!"

Bah! !

The man with a higher position didn't even think about it. While roaring, he turned around and aimed at a place, took out a crossbow bolt and pulled the trigger.

However, what the crossbow arrows penetrated was only the mottled wall on one side, and there were no other traces, and all that could be seen around was darkness.

"It wasn't an auditory hallucination just now... What's going on!?"

Another member of the Sicilian gang nervously took out his dagger and kept looking around, but the voice suddenly disappeared, and the only sound that could be heard around him was the sound of the concert that gradually evolved into a carnival in the distance.

"It's definitely not an auditory hallucination. Normal people will rush to the concert at this time. In other words, the guy's goal is us. Hold the weapon, we don't know where the other party will attack from, understand? Give me a response, Do you understand... Huh!?"

The man tried to warn his companion to be more careful, but the companion who was on his back a moment ago disappeared without knowing why, without even yelling.

What kind of attack is this? !Why did that guy disappear without even making a scream!

A trace of cold sweat dripped from the man's forehead. He held a knife in his left hand and a crossbow arrow in his right, looking around vigilantly and fearfully.

However, no matter how much he looked around, there was still nothing around him, only the dilapidated buildings, the broken ground, and the endless darkness.

Wait, pitch black...?

The man finally realized something, he stared at the darkness in front of him, and then realized one thing:

These darkness are [alive]...!

Swah——

Ripples appeared in the black curtain that obstructed my sight all around, and slowly receded to the sides. These 'darkness' gradually gathered a little bit, and finally formed... no, it was the silhouette of a person shown from the back of the darkness .

"Good evening, sir."

The darkness retracted behind the mysterious man like tentacles and disappeared. With the moonlight shining, the Sicilian gang finally saw this man who was slightly shorter than he expected, with a knight sword on his back, and smiled at him.

"……what do you want?"

The man's cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he clearly saw the body of his companion whose life or death was unknown in the boy's right hand.

"I wish I could have a chat with you."

The mysterious man—that is, Orson threw aside the unconscious Sicilian gang members and slowly approached him.

"We have nothing to talk about—!"

The man roared and pulled the trigger of the crossbow bolt, but Orson just hooked his finger lightly, and the "Rest Talisman" stretched out one of the tentacles to chop off the crossbow bolt.

"Then consider it my interrogation, sir."

Orson pointed the direction of his finger at the man, and more branches of rests extended directly, binding the man to the ground with almost no resistance.

"Please tell me what you know about the 'Godfather' of the Sicilian gang, where he will appear, and where are your other companions."

Orson took out a map and put it in front of the man, his tone remained unchanged.

"Damn it... I'm really underestimated, do you think I'll tell you? Don't think I'll reveal my brothers' addresses to others like that! I will never betray Godfather!"

The man yelled at Orson viciously, and Orson sighed.

"First of all, no one betrayed you, sir. I must admit that you are very united, and no one will easily reveal the whereabouts of your companions. But... I also have my own channels and means."

The "channel" Orson refers to is the treatment records provided by the black doctor in the slums.

Originally, for ordinary people, the only useful information in these medical records was 'quantity', but for Orson, he was able to use the detailed data of men in the medical records to find and mark the melodies of those people in advance.

At this time, most of the infected people in the slums were attracted by the concert, and Orson's frequency perception quickly locked the specific location of dozens of Sicilian gang members.

Of course, this kind of "cheating" general carpet search is not without cost. At least after this turmoil is over, Orson, whose excessive use of Originium skills has caused the infection rate of Originium to soar, will 100% be found in Kelsey's private body next time. During the inspection, the furious Kaimaomao summoned MON3TR to have a good time...

"Secondly—in fact, it's okay if you don't tell me. Your existence here is itself another form of confirmation—confirming that the guy is not nearby."

brake--!

Orson manipulated the rest talisman that turned into a sharp blade to gently draw a not deep and not shallow wound on the man's neck, and the red liquid splashed out instantly.

"Close the wound well, sir. Whether this wound will become fatal depends on your desire to survive."

Orson held the man's palm and stuck it to the wound to stop the bleeding while speaking softly.

"You...cough cough—what are you going to do...?"

The man desperately covered the wound, while asking Orson with trembling eyes.

"Me?"

Facing the man's question, Orson showed a smile.

"I'm going to root out the Sicilians tonight."

"——!? You're crazy...You guys are definitely coughing! Absolutely crazy...! You can't do it on your own, you can't—"

"Don't get excited. Do you really want to bleed to death? And you've got one more thing wrong, sir."

Orson reattached the man's palm to the wound, and then stretched out a finger to lightly touch the other's lips, signaling him not to try to speak anymore.

"Did I ever say I'm only one person?"