"Sure enough, you will only come this time."

As soon as he walked into the lobby of the villa, Zhao Xin heard this. He moved his eyes to Altemida, the one-eyed man sitting on the sofa and drinking tea.

At this time, Zhao Xin looked very tired, his face was tired, his eyes were covered in blood, and he seemed to have not rested for several days. This was the third day he came here. Except for two o'clock in the afternoon every day, he was in the city outside and his place of residence was also a hotel.

"Although I am abroad, my identity as a policeman has not changed. It will not be good for you to stay here. I don't want to lose my job because of your relationship." Zhao Xin still looked unsavory to Alcemeda. No matter what, from the role setting, he hated the man in front of him.

"Didn't I say that you are more suitable for the mafia than the police. How about staying?"

"Don't even think about it."

After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he walked to the room of Annie and Riven on the second floor. Altemida did not stop him from his words and actions, but just shrugged and expressed some regret.

An hour later, Zhao Xin left the room. When he went downstairs, Altemida was still sitting on the sofa, but there were some documents on the coffee table in front of him. He glanced at Zhao Xin and said nothing, and turned around and left.

"Sit down, I want to talk to you about something."

"There is nothing to say between us, right? Or do you confess to the foreign policeman, who asked me to forgive you for your past evil deeds?" Although he said this, Zhao Xin still sat opposite Aldemeda. The servant gave him a cup of black tea, but he did not move.

"I will go to hell. I have known this kind of thing since I walked on this path, but I will not confess to anyone, whether it is a policeman, a priest, an enemy or a God, because I did something wrong."

Aldemeda said that looking at the wall of the living room, there was a large mural hanging on it. The content of the mural was the scenery of a city. He continued: "This city is beautiful, but do you know what it looked like fifteen years ago? It can be said that this is the hell in Serbia, a concentration of drug trafficking. It is not residents and tourists walking on the streets, but prostitutes and addicts. Every night there will be gun battles here, and people will die every day, mafia, addicts, prostitutes, or ordinary people who have no evil."

"But even so, we have always loved this city deeply because it has our memories, family, relatives, lovers, brothers, friends." Altemida smiled, raised his hand and touched his blind eyes, and shrugged and said, "But in the end, this city still took everything from us, so..."

"So you become like this now, and then you want to take revenge on this city? I am indeed an Avenger now, but I am different from you." Zhao Xin interrupted Aldemeda, but the other party smiled and shook his head.

"Revenge? No, we never thought of this kind of thing. We are protecting this city. Now this city is very beautiful, which is very different from fifteen years ago. To be honest, how much has the police paid? We are all working hard. We have concentrated on clearing out all the medicine heads, the family gathered drugs, and stipulated that it cannot be sold to minors. We control the traffic of arms, integrate small gangs to form a mafia, eliminate internal struggles within the city, reduce the tragedy caused by the fire, and strive to improve the image of this city. Many of the passers-by you see outside these days look like business elites, but I tell you that they are just brothers of the mafia. Do you believe it?"

"Then?" Zhao Xin asked with his head tilted, and he still didn't care much, as if he was just listening to irrelevant stories, of course this was indeed the case for him.

"I have many important things in my life, but so far there are only three, this city, my family, and my lover." Looking at Zhao Xin, Aldemeda squinted his eyes and said seriously: "So we are like-minded in a certain position. I will never let the person who hurt Ke Weiye, and you will not let him go, because you are like me, and you put your sister in a more important position than your life."

"This has nothing to do with the identity of the police and the gangster, and there is no conflict of interest. This is just the responsibility between men and men, and that love." After Aldemeda finished speaking, he sorted out the documents on the desktop and handed them over to Zhao Xin and continued: "This is the first and last time to cooperate. Whether the police or the boss of the mafia is important, we only want to do to protect those who are important to us, right?"

"..." Looking at the information in the other party's hands, looking at Altemida, Zhao Xin smiled, and then he took the information and said, "If it weren't for the issue of identity, we might have become friends. At least you were right this time. This has nothing to do with identity. Thank you for your information."

Then Zhao Xin left the villa. After he left, the door next to the hall was pushed open. A woman with long golden hair and a look almost exactly like Ke Weiye walked into the living room. She sat next to Aldemeda, put her hands on the other person's legs, and then leaned her head against the man's shoulder and said, "Is this okay?"

"Nothing good or bad, this is just a necessary step."

"This man is dangerous."

"…I know."

"He may take your life."

"…I know."

"You know everything."

"I know." As he said this, Aldemeda turned his head to look at the woman. He raised his hand to touch the other person's face and said with a smile: "We have not experienced anything in the past few years. We will overcome any difficulties. I said that I will protect you and protect this city."

...

In the room of the hotel where he lives, Zhao Xin sat on the sofa and stared at the notebook in front. Several folders were opened on the screen, which were filled with information from some people.

These people have completely different ages, races, and backgrounds, including prostitutes, drug dealers, hostile mafia bosses, police, judges, lawyers, and basically cover many professions.

But these people have two common points. First, they have had friction or grudges with Aldemeda, and second, they are all missing.

The disappearance here is not only for them, but also for their families. Annie got these information. Zhao Xin hopes to find the possibility of side missions from these information.

But he had no idea yet. At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Zhao Xin got up and opened the door, but he immediately retreated when his hand was just placed on the door handle. The release in front of him was not shattered by powerful force.

After several steps back, Zhao Xin looked at the person who was slowly walking into the house, with a strange expression on his face, because the person who attacked him was wearing a leather hood, a black and white hockey mask, a leather apron, a saw knife in one hand and a round bag in the other.

How could Zhao Xin not be familiar with this look? Isn’t this what he looked like when he dressed up and attacked Ke Weiye that night?!

Perverted murderer, Jason!

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