Ark, they don't revolve around you

"What happened?" Zhuang Ning smiled as usual, "She finally got out of Syracuse's whirlpool, and I pulled her back in?"

He smiled, so happily: "You shouldn't leave Lateran, Archangel, you are as fragile as those Sakota who have lived in Lateran for a long time."

"Can't you see? The tide of the times cannot be avoided by one person. Texas, what a noble name it is. He once represented the emperor of the Colombian underworld!"

"Texas doesn't want to be the emperor!" Archangel retorted.

Zhuang Ning sneered, but did not continue the topic. Instead, he asked, "Do you think I want to be a doctor?"

"Do you think I want to own Rhodes Island? Do you think I should be so arrogant?"

The Archangel was speechless.

"I came here this time thinking you would have something profound to say." Then I heard Zhuang Ning's deliberately hoarse voice, "I didn't expect to hear such vulgar words."

"That's right, Exia. Since you came out of Lateran and have the protection of Penguin Logistics and the Emperor, you have forgotten about me as your friend and don't want to contact me at all."

"Now, seeing that his friend might be involved in another grand attack, he came to me and told me, Doctor, please don't do this anymore."

Half of his face merged into the darkness, and his voice was filled with the most ridiculous mockery, "But what have I done? How could you be so disrespectful to me?"

"I don't."

"You have one. Let me ask you a question. In your eyes, what am I, a doctor? A boss? A friend? A stranger?"

"……friend."

"No, I saw fear in your eyes." Zhuang Ning spread his hands exaggeratedly, "I'm not from Lateran, but I saw fear in your reaction."

I am savoring this fear, watching you resist my actions in vain, but unable to refuse...

Zhuang Ning thought secretly in his heart, and then felt strange, wondering if he was becoming more and more perverted and immature.

But he couldn't resist the temptation, especially when he saw the hostility climbing up on the faces of these always laughing Lateran angels!

Zhuang Ning put his hand on the angel's shoulder: "You are a good child, listen to my advice."

"You are not suitable for Texas. This is Syracuse. It is you who should leave, Aneng."

The Archangel who had always been able to encourage himself with optimism was no longer happy and murmured, "You really...really changed, Doctor. You weren't this annoying when I went to Rhodes Island before."

Zhuang Ning shrugged.

After a few seconds, he suddenly changed the subject: "Aneng, do you know how to tell whether a person belongs to the family?"

The family is a huge group, and most of the time, their members hide in the city and rarely show up.

"How to tell the difference?" Archangel asked subconsciously.

A waiter came over and brought more dessert.

A hand slowly pressed down the waiter's shoulder. Zhuang Ning held the waiter with one hand, but his eyes were fixed on the Archangel.

As if feeling pleased, he took out a gun from the bag.

The gun was pointed at the waiter's head, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation under the horrified gaze!

boom!

The Rupert's head was shot through and he fell down.

Zhuang Ning calmly took the body and placed it on the chair beside him, with a sympathetic look: "This is the spy sent by the family, the Angel of Exorcism."

"He has been watching me from the beginning. Pay attention to his eyes. Most of the Syracusans have dim eyes."

"But this waiter is different. The bloody aura flowing from his eyes cannot be hidden."

Zhuang Ning searched the body and found the recorder and the pinhole camera.

He crushed it, stepped on it, and smiled gently.

The Archangel was speechless, feeling that this world was so absurd.

What she didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.

Zhuang Ning stood up and looked around at the customers in the coffee shop. The shop was dead silent, but Zhuang Ning didn't mind and said loudly:

"I have an announcement, everyone follow my lead!"

Pairs of eyes turned to him.

Zhuang Ning smiled and said, "Two years ago, the city hall issued an ordinance that Volsini would not allow families to intervene, and they were not allowed to carry weapons unless they had permission."

"The law should be absolute, so as the person who drafted this bill, I have an obligation to do what I should do!"

He raised his gun and a loud bang broke out!

Along with the sound, the remaining waiters all fell to the ground, their brains were pierced and their brains burst!

But no customers were talking, and the only sound in the room was the air conditioning.

Zhuang Ning replaced the magazine with a new one. The crisp sound of steel sounded like the most deadly bell in everyone's ears, the call of the ancient angel of death.

boom.

boom!boom!

A few more bullets.

As if one bullet was not enough to discourage him, Zhuang Ning pulled the trigger at the corpse again.

One lady was almost scared to tears, but as soon as Zhuang Ning walked in, she immediately forced a smile.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I know this may scare you, but pests must be crushed."

"But I will not harm innocent people. After all, I am a gentleman with morals and integrity."

His tone was so sincere, how could the lady react? She just whispered, "Yes, yes...sir."

Angel Power could no longer bear to watch this and stood up to stop Zhuang Ning.

She felt something was wrong. What was this? Even if they were members of the family, could they be killed without trial?

Was this really the work of the Doctor? That expression of life and death, and the pretentiousness, seemed, seemed...

Anger was building up in her.

And this anger was quickly swallowed up by greater rage as she watched the Doctor walk towards a child.

Faced with that clear gaze, Zhuang Ning actually picked up the knife and fork and slid them lightly across the child's neck.

The blood flowed down.

The child's eyes were dull, but Zhuang Ning didn't give up and stepped on his head.

Until the sound of a skull breaking was heard, the child's skull was broken!

Only then did Zhuang Ning return to the table of Angelus and began to enjoy the dessert without any burden.

"Doctor...you!"

"Do you think I'm a demon? Like the Sarkaz demon in your scriptures?" Zhuang Ning shrugged. "Of course I am, Aneng. If you ask carefully, you will find that the evil spirit of my Tower of Babel is not groundless."

"Besides, I've been very kind. This café you invited me to has always been a family's base in Volsini."

Zhuang Ning pointed at several customers and said, "He, she, oh, yes, and the lady just now... They all have unclear relationships with that family."

Zhuang Ning looked down indifferently and sneered, "Everyone here is a dog of the family, and I chose to let them go."

"Did you see the child I just killed who seemed to be underage? Did you know that what he loved to do most was to use his appearance to get close to others and then torture and kill them? If you knew, you should be more grateful for my kindness."

He enjoyed the bitter taste of coffee spreading in his mouth, "Because I still follow an ancient principle. I at least believe that death is the final destination of a sinner."

"It's not just this store. I can tell you clearly, Aneng, from now on, I will go to a stronghold in person every day and kill more people with my own hands to fulfill my oath."

"As for you, you want me to leave..." Zhuang Ning spread his hands, looking helpless, "Unless the patriarchs of the twelve families bow their heads and tie their necks."

He hummed a song and ate all the dessert to the melodious music.

Angelica stared blankly, and all the strength in her body seemed to disappear. She found that she had always cherished the gun at hand, but may never have understood what the gun was used for.

PS: Sorry, I’m stuck in writer’s block. I’ve been writing for a long time but this is all I can write. Today I only have 4,000 words.

There are quite a lot of people to write about, so I need to sort out the outline of this volume.

What follows is a digression.

As the opening chapter of the Syracuse story, it is definitely about killing, killing and killing. However, I also want to write some characters who are both resentful of the Doctor and yet cannot do without him, and I think the pair of sisters Aneng and her sister are very suitable.

Chapter 8: The Loss of Lavinia (k)

The rain is getting heavier.

There was a long silence in the coffee shop. Zhuang Ning sipped the steaming coffee. He closed his eyes and hummed a little tune to the rhythm.

It seemed that killing was insignificant in his eyes, and he had no moral burden for this kind of blatant slaughter.

The halo dimmed slightly, and as a Lateran, Archangel was greatly shocked.

From childhood to adulthood, there should have never been such an unreasonable scene in her life, right?

At best, I have witnessed similar scenes in movies, with blood flying everywhere.

But once faced with reality, looking at that person's expressionless face, how could one not feel panicked?

Angelica grew up in Lateran, carefree.

He developed this wonderful character in the most pleasant holy city, and after graduation, he followed in the footsteps of Mostima and settled in Longmen.

At Longmen, he was blessed by the emperor again. Seeing that the Rat King did not hurt people, he laughed and played with his companions.

How could such a Sakota angel see the truth?

Zhuang Ning ignored her, counting the beats and waiting for the person to arrive.

Soon after, a sharp sound was heard at the door, but it was not a siren - there were no police in Rutland, and the law and order was maintained by judges and family members.

This is what makes the family special. Not only do they act as perpetrators of violence, they also have to maintain the order they have set.

However, the person who came this time must be the judge, and she was the lady that Zhuang Ning was most familiar with.

He raised his eyes and saw the man in judge's uniform, holding a code. The code was wrapped with golden thorns, and if he was not careful, the code would prick his fingers.

This unique design originated from Madame Sicily, and everyone knew that the judge was her subordinate.

These judges could have affairs or deals with the family, but they would never betray the will of Lady Sicily.