To be honest, Kawakamiji didn't particularly want the Polish snow tree.
There is a hint of disgust.
It’s not that the opponent’s strength is not good. Polish Xueshu’s individual combat ability is quite strong, and he also has commanding ability. Although he is not very smart, he is not stupid. Coupled with his strong obedience, it is quite refreshing to wake him up... If Kawakami is allowed Economically evaluate the comprehensive ability, it should be able to reach B.
Not to mention that Milian has been an arms dealer for so many years and has many related contacts.
What really made the gray-haired young man dislike him was his personality.
Kawakami would feel uncomfortable getting along with a guy who could entrust his situation, loyalty, and even belief in survival to the same kind of people.
Especially after realizing that Poland Xueshu tended to transfer this dependence to him, he also casually planned several psychological beatings for the other party. Judging from the current situation, the effect of the beating is pretty good.
Tsk... Kawakamiji believed that he had no patience.
Kashasha, who couldn't even grasp his past due to [Memory Cleansing], couldn't afford this kind of contact. Now that the problem has been solved, he can't be bothered to find trouble.
The main reason is that the third branch is really short of people now, and it would be good to have an extra workforce.
The original team members during Cointreau's reign will be assigned to branches in other countries. But it’s hard to transfer people from other branches for a while. Therefore, Kawakami Nosui, despite being the person in charge, is a pitiful and polished commander.
The Fourth Division supported a Sangria, but this guy was injured for a while, so it was hard to squeeze too hard. Tequila from the first division is also coming, but it will take time to adjust and train. It seems that country F will also send people, but it's hard to say when they will arrive.
Scotland did stay as a full member of the Third Division. Belmode once again asked Calvados, the royal sniper, from Gin. Gin was very happy to let people go this time, because he picked out several powerful members from the original codename members of the Third Division.
After getting the advantage, it was staged. Before Gin left, he didn't forget to mock Kashasha. After going around in a big circle, he finally got what he wanted...
With nonsensical thoughts swirling in his mind, Tsumugi Kawakami walked briskly, looking for a clean foothold on the street where sewage flowed across the street. This made the gray-haired young man's movements circle around like a cat.
The gray-haired young man wore a specially tattered trench coat, coupled with his pale, sickly complexion and slightly frivolous steps, he was no different from any drug addict who was in a state of intoxication. He blends seamlessly into a neighborhood filled with violence and chaos.
He stopped at a street corner filled with garbage and filth.
There was a man sitting in the garbage heap. From a mental point of view, this man was no different from a corpse. Of course, in a place like this, he wouldn't get anyone's attention.
"Things and people change, right, Miriam?" Kawakami sighed.
Hearing the voice of an acquaintance, Poland Snow Tree slowly raised his head.
"More than ten years ago and more than ten years later, apart from the newness and oldness, even the location of the garbage dump has not changed. Even in the same building, the same miserable people have been pulled from their peaceful lives, repeating your mother's The fate of the past... can be said to be very lively."
The gray-haired young man squatted down like a dog.
"She probably died in this place, right? Otherwise I can't explain why you squatted in the garbage... Where did you bury Mojito? With your family? Ah, most likely together. "
Kawakamiji had the location of the Polish snow tree in his hand, but he was too lazy to look at it carefully. Anyway, he could basically guess the location. Whether it’s the traces of Polish snow trees or speculations on mentality.
As he expected, Poland Snow Tree's expression wrinkled, and his lifeless expression took on a bit of offended anger.
"Why, are these things you enjoy talking about?" Poland Snow Tree hissed, "Kashasha, you - what's the point of insulting me?"
He looked like he wanted to curse a few more vicious words, but couldn't think of the right ones at the moment.
Tsk - He hangs out with gangsters every day and yet he hasn't reached the point where he can use swear words. Milian's quality is quite high, but maybe he's too stupid to learn...
The gray-haired young man was almost amused by his wandering thoughts, but he restrained himself and sincerely explained to the Polish Snow Tree:
"It's not an insult, it's just that at certain moments, I suddenly realized that all living beings suffer."
"Your family is a typical special case, a typical example of the irreversible decline of law-abiding people into darkness. As for what caused these? Gangster transactions, loan sharking, drugs...it's nothing more than these things. They are like Le The huge root system that enters the bones and blood of innocent people and absorbs nutrients.”
"And at the top level, those nourished by these roots are people like Mojito. Ah...I used this to make fun of myself before, but Mojito did not directly intervene in your family's tragedy, and he even saved you. Life."
"But that doesn't mean that he hasn't sucked blood from you, it's just that the distance is too far for people to notice. After all, ugly roots and vibrant, leafy trees under the sun are almost two different things."
"What exactly do you want to express?" Poland Snow Tree asked bluntly.
"You don't owe a mojito."
Kawakami Masanao said simply,
"Even the tragedy of your parents is because of the existence of people like him, and the grace of saving lives has been repaid by so many years of diligent work. He still wanted to kill you. Not only did you not fight back, but you also buried him. Now He owes you."
"You are not qualified to comment, Kashasha. Even so, you are worse than him." The pale eyes of the Polish snow tree stared at him, "And if the words 'all living beings suffer' come out of your mouth, you don't Feel ashamed?"
"I don't think it's interesting for those who have benefited to express shallow and perfunctory guilt and emotion."
Kawakami Tsumugi tilted his head with an innocent expression.
"We are all crawling around in the mud and tearing apart the flesh and blood of our own kind. After all, empathy cannot be eaten."
Polish Snow Tree closed his eyes tiredly, he didn't want to pay attention to Kashasha anymore. However, the gray-haired young man's chatter with great interest continued:
"Okay, first step, we have reached a consensus: the underlying logic of survival for people like us is that of the jungle. It makes no sense to die because you abandon conscience and morality, loyalty or a sense of belonging."
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"You're not going to kill me?"
"Ah, it's my freedom how to deal with it. You owe me your life." Kashasha said confidently, "Of course, there is nothing I can do if you commit suicide by swallowing the gun."
"So, simply collecting debts shouldn't work, or exchange of benefits is more reliable. It doesn't matter who you work for anyway. Milian, are you interested in becoming a formal member of the Third Division?"
