Most of the gun holders had no real murderous intention, but Colin raised his hands.

"Ricardo, can't you sleep if you leave the gun?"

Colin said lightly, while using his elbow to bring the door behind him. The noise in the room did not go away. Someone next door seemed to be teaching his daughter a lesson. The sobs and the ups and downs of Sincili dialect were unobstructed, and it almost made people imagine the little tongue that was bouncing in their throats.

The noise makes the space appear more cramped, while the gun holder still silent in the shadows.

He finally learned to be alert and test... Colin thought to himself. He felt a little relieved and a little sad.

Someone arranged for him to meet him here. The gunman had just been released from prison in the afternoon and had to take a car from the remote prison farm. It should be less than three hours after he arrived in the city.

"Where did you get the gun when you were just out of jail? Did you hide it before?"

Ricardo Karadula is addicted to guns. When most people are cautious about carrying guns, he rarely does not carry guns. During an event, he was arrested for carrying guns and was imprisoned for two years.

"Colin Dalozo."

Ricardo spoke, he had to confirm something.

“…Are you related to that matter?”

The event that killed him two years ago was originally planned by Colin. Someone sued the secret, but only Ricardo was arrested. The police detective tried to pull more people out of him, but Ricardo withstood the long questioning.

No matter how firm he is in the face of interrogation, it does not mean that he has no doubts in his heart. Things between his partners must be clarified and must not be ambiguous. This is the Cincilisian rule.

but.

"What do you want me to answer when you ask this?"

Colin stared into Ricardo's eyes and said that he had no intention of murderousness in his sight.

"Are you planning to put down the gun in my hand as soon as I say 'nothing'?"

He noticed Ricardo's so-called questioning, just wanted to hear the preset answer in his heart. After two years, Ricardo no longer wanted to bear the burden of doubting his close friend.

Colin approached the gun.

"I didn't betray you, but you believe me if I say it?"

Only by keeping doubts about anyone can you live longer in this line. Don't put down your gun easily, Ricardo.

"Have the whistleblower found out?" So Ricardo gritted his teeth and looked for the answer himself.

"In a few days Luka caught him - he died without dignity as a traitor."

"How can you be sure he is a traitor?"

"I found the money he received from the detective and found the person who was eyelinering in the police station."

"Who else has tried this evidence besides you and Luca?"

"The 'big boss' of the five-handed' Don Marizio Caruso. The whistleblower was publicly executed at the meeting of the five-handed."

Silence, Ricardo is checking whether the story is complete and where can he verify it.

Finally he lowered his gun-holding hand, took a little step forward, revealing his face from the shadow.

Ricardo's brown curly hair was shaved into a prisoner's appearance, which made Colin feel a little strange. He was still wearing ragged clothes, which meant he hadn't even thought of cleaning up first.

There were tears in his eyes, just like a woman, with an expression that was so scattered.

"You know Colin, the last thing I want to do is to doubt you. But for the past two years... I can't hear anything in those walls..." Ricardo's voice was untuned.

In the past two years, in order to avoid suspicion, Luca arranged a lawyer for him, but did not allow anyone under him to visit him.

His parents who run a fruit and vegetable shop are so sad that they can't raise their heads, so they can only think that he is dead.

Colin held his shoulder, patted his cheek, and whispered:

"Nothing like this will happen again."

"I'm not the 'Class', but I can assure you this."

...

Colin asked Riccardo to clean up himself. He listened to him talk about his experiences in the past two years in an understatement. He was thin and strong before he was imprisoned, and was haggard when he was released from prison. Colin knew that what he had encountered was not as simple as he said.

Although they were separated for two years, they were able to confirm that the other party had not changed much, which made them feel a little relaxed.

Ten years ago, Colin was still very young and had not yet recognized his uncle Craigie.

He had just arrived in the city and spent seven months on a morgue that was more like a canopy than a canopy. It was there that he met Ricardo and his family.

In that chaotic season, even the work of moving corpses had to be obtained by bribery. In order to make a living, almost all the children started stealing, and Colin was one of them.

They were hired to go to the city to burn other people's newspaper booths, steal women who couldn't see their wallets, and rob some drunken and unconscious drinkers. They committed all kinds of inappropriate things. Children who lost their discipline and had nowhere to make a living were almost everywhere.

These small gangs of gangsters are often popular, and Colin and his gang, who are not supported by adults, can't get a good deal almost every time. But they survived in the end, as tenacious as pulmonary dysfunction that cannot see the sun.

Half an hour later, Colin helped Ricardo get decent clothes. When he was dressed neatly, the two left the hotel. They waited for a carriage at the agreed place in advance.

"Speaking of this, are you still working in the seminary in the old city?" Ricardo asked.

"Ah, yes."

For them, a superficial job is a good cover, not easily suspected, and is also very beneficial to bail. Moreover, working hard also shows that this person is reliable.

"I feel like you can still get out at any time," said Ricardo.

Colin didn't know what to answer. After all, Ricardo had already dirty his resume and there was no possibility of looking back.

Some people also call this kind of thing "baptism", which is so stupid that it is a bit romantic.

"So, what's going on in Nanstad now?"

Ricardo has regained his ability before he went to jail.

"There is good news and bad news," Colin said.

"'Mind' Nevio Capello died of gout, and he was replaced by 'old friend' Luca Chestalo. So two months ago, Luca officially became one of the 'five hands'."

The "Five Hands" are a parliament composed of the five most powerful Cincili groups. Sometimes called "families", but they are not bound by blood. "Families" actually refer to "families made of blood", that is, the meaning of being close to each other between bloody partners.

The Cincili people, as always, lack trust in any king, so it is the five hands that actually "care" all the Cincili communities. They are powerful, and some even joked that the house of the five hands "big boss" Don Marizio Caruso, the "real mayor's residence of Nanstad."

Unsurprisingly, Ricardo's expression was quite shocked.

Colin quite understood his feelings. Luca Chestalo was the person to which their gang was dependent. He was also a refugee who came to Stade about ten years ago. Although he became the leader early, Ricardo still had a gentle attitude and a humble background in his impression. Who could imagine that Luca could make his gang one of the five hands in just a few years?

"What's that bad news?" Ricardo asked immediately after he came to his senses.

"The bad news is that you have to go to work as soon as you get out of jail." Colin smiled: "It won't be very hard to get familiar with the new business."

"There is one last thing, I believe you will hear something in it."

"you say?"

There are no lights in the carriage, so you can hardly see any details.

Colin turned his face to the side, his eyes seemed to penetrate the heavy curtains of the carriage, looking at some extremely distant place.

"…The alliance is going to ban alcohol, Ricardo."

He said this quietly, as if he was making some kind of declaration.

...

The carriage began to bump, probably the gravel trails on the outskirts of the city.

The thick curtains blocked everything outside, and there was no way to know where the carriage was heading.

Colin glanced at the watch on his hand and said blackjack.

This world is also a twenty-four-hour system, but Colin feels that the duration of one second is definitely longer than in his previous life, but it is impossible to verify it.

"It's almost here." Colin signaled slightly to Ricardo, asking him to stand up.

He opened the secret compartment under the seat and took out the things inside.

Two daggers and two slightly sunken pistols.
Chapter completed!