I am the former civilized hero.

Pellegrini swallowed and answered honestly, "Dusk."

Finally I heard this name again, and I said he couldn't help it.

Ryan smiled quietly. Just think about it. A powerful "fusion warrior" was killing people randomly on Dusk Street. It would be strange if there was no response.

The question now is what is the relationship between Dusk and the Fire Moth, whether he recognizes Adam, and whether he has made advance preparations to prevent his arrival.

Ryan didn't give an answer, he just stood up slowly and patted the big man on the shoulder.

"If he is curious, let him come to see me in person. Come on, Paddo."

"Oh." The girl glanced at Pellegrini and walked past him numbly.

When the footsteps faded away and the sound of "ding-ling-ling" was heard, the gangster boss with billions of assets breathed a sigh of relief.

I touched my collar and it was completely wet.

"Damn monster, this is not a human at all." Pellegrini glanced at the only remaining confidant beside him, and before he could speak, he interrupted him and said, "Don't say anything, report the matter to Lord Dusk, this is not something we can handle."

"Yes, I recorded the entire conversation and confirmed that the attack just now came from the shadow."

This is the most important evidence. Anyone can imitate a similar face, but only the shadow can reveal everything.

shadow.

Pellegrini glanced at the floor which had been shattered into pieces at some point, put on his top hat, and took out a large-caliber bullet from his cane.

Damn monster.

Chapter 228 Aponia

Along the way, Padua Felice kept stealing glances at Ryan, and repeatedly seemed to want to say something but stopped herself. Ryan only slowed down when they were about to reach the burned-out neighborhood.

"It's not good for you to know too much, but don't worry, I have no intention of using you as cannon fodder."

"We all know that curiosity kills the cat, and I don't think I'm worth being exploited." Padu put her hands behind her head and walked briskly.

To have survived so many years safely on Twilight Street, luck alone is not enough. One must be smart and have the ability to seek benefits and avoid harm like a stray cat.

"Are you afraid?"

"I wasn't afraid in the first place, and I'm even less afraid now. The more powerful you are, the safer I'll be. Besides, it's quite interesting to see another side of Mr. Pellegrini."

"Do you know that you are bound to me? Padu, you are really smart."

"Hey, do you think I'm stupid?"

Paddo protested vehemently, then carefully removed the bricks from the wall, took out the can and opened it, and soon the alley was filled with the sound of "meow meow meow".

Ryan squatted on the stairs and watched the cats eat. He saw Orange Can was taken aside by Paddy because he was fighting for food. The Orange Can was looking at him pitifully, and he couldn't help but laugh.

He didn't think about anything, or rather, he had already guessed what Dusk would do.

Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to jump out to see me.

If he was just a collaborator of Fire Moth, he should report it to his superiors, but Mebius couldn't find his information at all, so the normal procedure would not work.

If they are from the "believers", they would not dare to jump out. If they have not lost their memories, they should remember what they did to "Adam". If this pseudo-lawmaker takes back Humanity Option 25, they will be the first to be settled.

"So how should you deal with this?" Ryan looked in the direction of the sanatorium.

Before contacting him, at least my identity and purpose should be clear. My identity should have been recorded by Pellegrini's entourage, and my purpose can only be hinted at indirectly.

Ryan hugged his knees. He had left a "flaw". After confirming that he was Adam, the enemy's first goal was to find out his purpose and why he came to Dusk Street. When he couldn't ask in person, the only option was to look for clues.

The clues are there, and then you will come into contact with Qianjie, who is not as easy to talk to as I am.

"Mr. Adam, I suddenly remembered something." Padua Felice comforted the orange can and suddenly raised her head.

"What's the matter?" Ryan stopped thinking, his face as usual. Since Neon, he has become accustomed to this half-comfortable, half-tense life.

"You taught me how to read and write, so should I call you teacher?"

teacher?

Ryan was stunned for a moment, looking at the girl who was about sixteen or seventeen years old and full of youth. If she had not collapsed, at this age, she should be sitting in a bright classroom wearing a bulky school uniform.

He thought about it and shook his head gently: "If I only know how to read and write, I am not qualified to be a teacher, but if you want to learn other things, you have to be mentally prepared."

"It's hard? Uh, can I know what I can learn?"

"Give you all the skills you need to survive in this apocalypse, and gain the power to control your own destiny."

Ryan clenched his fists, his expression quite like a charlatan. Pado hesitated for only a moment, and then thought of the Black Blood Gang boss's appearance as an elementary school student. She first subconsciously believed it, and then was filled with envy.

This was a big shot whom she always avoided whenever she met him, and she never thought that one day, someone would be able to run rampant on Twilight Street.

'And I am always cautious, struggling to survive in the cracks. If I want to do something good, I have to be sneaky. Maybe I can become powerful in the future?'

In just a few days, Pado seemed to see another world, the living conditions of the world of the strong, that kind of calmness, that kind of control over the future.

Paduo didn't think too much about it. If she was envious, she would just do it. As long as it wasn't too dangerous or hard, she narrowed her eyes and drew out her voice.

"Teacher~~~"

Ryan felt relaxed all over after hearing this shout. His hobby of preaching finally found a new target. Hua had grown up, and now there was someone to take over.

"Then for the first lesson, I'll teach you observation. Come with me."

"Class now? I still want to take a nap. Okay, okay, I'll go with you. So where are we going?"

Ryan paused, turned around, and spoke briefly.

"Go to the sanatorium and keep an eye on that lunatic."

The smile on Padu's face froze and she suddenly regretted it.

......

Tick, tick, tick.

Blood dripped down the leather boots onto the ground. Half of the body was stabbed into the ceiling, but the gun was still tightly grasped in his hand.

The setting sun shone into the corridor from the window, and you could see the walls were covered with bullet holes. Several corpses were scattered around, some were old people, some were fully armed bandits, and the last lucky one was strangled by a white-haired man.

The man wearing the mask was like picking up a chicken, staring at the futile struggle with wild eyes. Then, after a crisp "click", everything returned to silence.

puff.

The man threw the body aside, not even bothering to look at it. He just turned around and looked into the dark corridor.

"If you wanted to help, you should have come earlier instead of just standing there watching the show!"

The corridor was silent. After a moment, a figure appeared in the darkness. A pair of plump white thighs stepped into the sunset, and a pair of black short-heeled leather shoes stepped in a pool of blood.

In the sunlight, the tall breasts appeared again, the black and white nun's uniform, and finally an extremely beautiful face.

Her deep blue eyes were full of charm, her long chestnut hair reached her waist, and her exaggerated figure and compassionate expression made her look very seductive. But the nun's uniform added a touch of holiness to this temptation.

She seemed to be able to arouse the most instinctive desires of human beings, wanting to desecrate that holiness and make people sink into the extreme pain of desire and reason.

Fortunately, Qianjie's fighting desire could suppress everything. His eyes did not change, and he was still irritable and impatient.

"Speak up, Aponya, you are not scared by the blood, are you? No, your eyes are still disgusting, as if you are pitying me!"

"This is concern, not pity." Aponya's voice was soft, as if she had good intentions towards everything. The blood-stained skirt made her look even more holy.

"Go away, I don't need your concern."

“No, you need to. Don’t let your anger cloud your mind.” Aponiya seemed not afraid that this violent man would jump over and hurt her. Her pure blue eyes glanced around and became a little confused.

These people rushed in to see her, but were stopped by Qianjie. Naturally, the two sides started fighting, and stray bullets killed several passing patients.

It was that simple, but in her eyes it was not that simple.

"I have clearly 'advised' them not to disturb the peace of the nursing home, and they have followed my 'advice' over the years."

"But they still came. Without me, you would be in a miserable situation." Qianjie sneered. This woman basically would not leave the sanatorium because if she went out, she would cause a bloody storm.

Too many men want to possess her and tear apart that holy appearance.

"No one can force me, Qianjie, but thank you for your concern."

"I'm not caring about you!"

"But you actually helped me, which was not in our original agreement. If you didn't care about me, you could just pretend you didn't see anything and let them come to me directly." Abonya smiled gently and added, "Although I'm ready, they won't be able to see me at all."

She had a vague feeling that something was going to happen today, so she made preparations in advance.

Qianjie was speechless for a moment and could only curse: "Whatever you say, I am no match for you when it comes to sophistry. Damn it, just tell me what's going on."

He also felt something was wrong. He had been in this sanatorium for several months, and not only had gang members but even thieves not come here. He also knew that Abonya had an innate talent that allowed her to easily convince others.

"I do not know."

"Ha, is there something you don't know?"

"I really don't know, and you didn't leave anyone alive for me to ask." Aponiya looked at Qianjie dimly.

The corridor filled with the smell of blood suddenly became quiet. A kind of awkward emotion was spreading. Qianjie stood straight, and his cheeks could be seen twitching slightly.

He hadn't fought for several months, so he let out his anger all at once. How could he hold back? Of course, admitting his mistakes was impossible.

"If you want to blame someone, blame them for being too weak. They dared to start a war with me with such little ability. They deserve to die."

"Haha, Qianjie, you are kind of cute when you make excuses."

“Are you looking for death?” Qianjie took a step forward fiercely, then stopped and waved his hand indifferently: “Forget it, I won’t argue with you, just tell me what to do.”

What to do? After killing so many people, trouble will definitely come. At least the people behind these people will not let it go. The sanatorium cannot be saved.

Abonya didn't have any resentment, as if she had expected this day. She thought for a moment and said, "Qianjie, go to the dock and get me some things."

"Are you sure you want to get rid of me? There is a simple way, which is to kill all the beings behind you, leaving no blade of grass behind!"

"Qianjie, I don't like violence. Fate will change sooner or later, it's just a matter of sooner or later."

"Then just accept your fate and drown. I will collect your body in two hours." Qianjie said this viciously, turned around and left.

The corridor was still filled with the strong smell of blood, and the sanatorium was filled with an uneasy atmosphere. Abonya had a smile on her face, but there was a hint of confusion in her deep blue eyes.

There is no feedback for this keen perception of the future, just like having your eyes covered and being unable to see anything.

This was actually a novel feeling. In the past, when she saw someone or something, she would subconsciously predict the outcome, but now—

Amidst the heavy fog, it becomes so relaxing and quiet.