About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

W took out the howitzer, exposed half of his body, pointed it at Garson and pulled the trigger, but the grenade was directly pierced by the opponent's crossbow in midair.

Carlson and W are the first and second in command of a larger Sarkaz mercenary group, but the two operate in completely different styles.

Although W looks crazy, any mission will carefully plan the itinerary to control the loss of the team.

Carlson will take the lead and lead the team to only carry out the most basic tactical planning. About every 3,4 or [-] operations, a large number of veterans will die in his mission.

"Where's my team, Garson. You should be reluctant to kill them all, right?"

"Of course, they have individual jobs—albeit one-off assignments that never come back."

Garson put on the eyepiece, observed W's position in the kitchen through the wall, and aimed the armor-piercing high-explosive crossbow at the figure.

"You really answered honestly, idiot!"

"—!"

The "heat source" in the field of vision didn't move, but W suddenly came in from the other side of the window, and the dagger stabbed straight at Garson's chest.

"Use a stove and a signal stick to disguise the heat source, but you walked around from the window by yourself - unfortunately, you should run away, ha!"

Laughing, Carlson blocked W's raid with a crossbow while grabbing W's wrist.

"Tsk!"

W, who had just pressed the detonator, was restrained by Garson. At the same time, several bombs in the safe house beeped that they were about to explode.

W couldn't break free, and the two of them ran straight towards the window next to them.

"Crack—Boom!!!"

The explosion and the impact of heat blow the two of them into the air. In mid-air, W barely uses the strap of the howitzer to jam the billboard on the roadside as a buffer, and then immediately raises the launcher to aim at Garson not far away.

"no, do not want……!"

"—"

In Garson's hands, there was an Ursus girl with short gray hair and red pupils who had just been captured. The other girl looked at W in a panic, confused and terrified.

"Hostage? Do you think I'm an idiot, Carson!"

W laughed and pulled the trigger, and the howitzer flew straight at the two with the fuze.

boom! !

A loud noise came from the middle of the road, W immediately sprinted towards the explosion, but——

"Pfft scare!"

The sound of flesh being torn apart came out clearly.

"It's pointless to detonate the bomb early as a cover-up, W."

Garson appeared unscathed behind the smoke, holding the newly fired crossbow in his hand, with a sinister smile on his face.

"Or—are you afraid of hurting the child?"

"Well--!"

Carlson pushed the little hostage girl aside, and slowly approached W.

"Who knows...?"

W was sweating coldly, and looked at his abdomen with a smile. There was a crossbow bolt inserted into his side abdomen at this time. Because of the barrier of the body armor, the crossbow bolt was inserted into the body like this.

"Go to hell, stupid guy."

Garson aimed the crossbow bolt at W's head.

"Return the original words."

W took out another remote control from nowhere and pressed the button.

"...!?"

After hesitating for a moment, Garson immediately swooped in the opposite direction.

boom! !

A bomb is fired from an automated turret drone in the corner of what would otherwise be a ruined safe house.

"Damn cockroach, the vitality is really strong..."

When the smoke cleared, W had disappeared, and more and more people gathered around because of the commotion caused by the explosion, and Garson could only leave the scene in shock.

----

"Ha...ha, like an idiot."

In the alley, W leaned against the wall and moved slowly, finally knelt down on the ground, his face drenched in cold sweat.

"Idealism, hypocrisy, damn it, my brain must have been influenced by that guy playing with shadows."

W cursed her idiotic behavior of trying to protect that girl before, which was an action that even she couldn't believe, selfless, meaningless, dangerous, and violated all of W's survival principles.

"Da da da--"

Footsteps were heard from the other side of the alley, W gritted his teeth and raised the grenade launcher, only to find that there was no more ammunition.

"Ah……"

W threw the transmitter aside, waiting for the way to die that fits his end.

however--

"First of all, I want to declare that I have no money on hand and I am busy with work, so if you are a punk... Eh! Miss W?"

"……Dry"

The unexpectedly familiar face made W wonder what expression he should put on now.

"Miss W, what's going on!"

Orson, who appeared here for some reason, immediately moved over to check W's injury.

"Being ranked third... No, I'm just stupid because of my own innocence... What about you?"

"I'm setting up the Frequency Reflex Array—Your injury is serious, so I'll be tougher this time, come with me, and I'll take you back to Rostov's house for treatment."

Orson stretched out his palm to W. When his consciousness was blurred, W vaguely felt a white light emanating from Orson's body, just like... Theresa.

……

wrong

"What the hell are you doing with the light bulb on your back..."

W noticed a few light bulbs behind Orson, the source of those "white lights".

"Huh? I'm supplying some light sources to the catalyst in advance, so that reflections can also be captured at night... W?"

Halfway through the explanation, Orson found that W had fallen into a coma. "..."

W woke up from the coma, and was in a trance for a while.

The last time I got up from the infirmary like this, it seemed like a long time ago, but it still seemed like it happened yesterday.

But W is very clear that this is not the Tower of Babel, but the territory of the Rostov family. After all, he was picked up by Orson before he lost consciousness.

The abdominal wound has been treated. Although the bandage is a bit awkward, it does not affect the basic movement.

——My life is really hard enough, or, in fact, it would be easier to die directly?

W looked around, put the clothes on the side back on again, and while confirming that the wound would not open due to this level of movement, he slowly pushed open the door of the infirmary.

"——" "—"

Coincidentally, W carefully pushed open the door, and Zao Lu happened to pass by the infirmary on the other side, and the two just stared at each other.

"Hey, Miss Rostov, we meet again, do you need me to count down tens of seconds for you to escape?"

W laughed and mocked Zao Lu and threatened Zao Lu, but Zao Lu was not as flustered as she was when she was hunted down at the beginning.

"Miss W, this is a territory belonging to the Rostov family. I hope you will not act out of line. This threat is one of them."

"—Haha, not bad, Miss Noble! Although you won't be a nobleman for a few days, isn't this how you look like a big man?"

"Thanks to your help, Miss Mercenary."

W lamented the change of Zao Lu strangely, and Zao Lu responded flatly, and then walked towards the meeting room.

"..."

This girl has indeed matured a lot, is it because of Orson?

W thought about the reason why Zaolu had changed so dramatically, and at the same time said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, and Orson happened to walk to the infirmary with a plate of medicine.

"Huh? Miss W, you're already awake. I'm relieved to see that you're still so energetic, but the bandage needs to be changed."

Orson greeted W with a smile. The latter put away the YYGQ mode after seeing Orson.

"Why save me, Orson? Do you want to humiliate me in this way? Or do you want to pry some information from me?"

W questioned Orson, although she still had a playful smile, but she really wanted to know the answer.

"Uh……"

Orson tilted his head a little embarrassed.

"I've seen it all... It doesn't feel right not to be rescued."

"Even if a guy like me isn't 'worth saving'?"

W raised his eyebrows and asked Orson.

"I am a mercenary who has killed countless people with my own hands. Those who deserved their crimes, innocent ones, and those I don't understand at all. I don't even bother to remember the names and faces of those who died under my bombs. Do you think I am like this? -"

"I also have many lives on my hands."

Orson interrupted W, and what he said made W temporarily stop smiling.

"I once slaughtered an entire village. Although I didn't realize it at the time, although those people tried to kill me and those unarmed infected people, I never felt that I was qualified to judge these people."

Orson looked at W without looking away.

"The people who died at our hands, these are established facts, and we all have to bear the karma. I am not qualified to reprimand you in this regard."

"Ha, are you naive or naive?"