"Ghiaccio, do you want Formaggio to die?"
Ghiaccio recalled Illuso's words and trembled, at least giving up on continuing to bother the seal hanging on the rearview mirror of the car.
Illuso is too annoying. Ghiaccio dislikes him the most in the entire organization. His ability in assassination is indeed interesting, but he has a terrible temper and is especially venomous.
If it were his old self, he definitely wouldn't have expressed concern about Formaggio dying.
He would even refuse to support Formaggio to the captain.
He has changed, just like Pesci and himself, they have all changed.
Compared to defeating the BOSS to become the new BOSS and avenging Gerard and Sobel, such a change is even more precious.
Even Ghiaccio could feel this, and perhaps the change was brought about by Johnson Joffrey.
Thanks to that guy, otherwise the Assassination Team alone would probably have been suppressed by the organization until everyone died.
Thinking of this, Ghiaccio stuck his head, covered in blue curly hair, out of the car window, watching Illuso receding.
The more we change like this, the more invincible we become.
Once Illuso catches Trish's mother, everything will be over, and then we can finally get some good sleep.
I really want to go back to Naples and eat Margherita pizza.
"Hey, Illuso, I'm letting you have the great credit of capturing Trish's mother!"
Ghiaccio shouted at him with a laugh, but Illuso didn't hear him, and then shouted back at him:
"Don't stick your head out, you idiot."
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The inpatient department was unusually quiet compared to other places. Illuso looked at the cold hospital and silently recited "Room 401" in his heart.
This was the closest he had ever been to the Boss. Compared to the so-called biological daughter who had never met the Boss, the Boss's former woman seemed more useful.
The first taboo in the "PASSIONE" organization was: Do not attempt to uncover the Boss's past and true identity.
Unless you want to die.
From the betrayal the day before yesterday until now, in just a few short days, he had been feeling extremely unsettled. Even in his dreams, he wondered who the so-called Boss really was.
He was getting closer.
To know the truth so quickly made him feel an uncontrollable excitement. The answer was getting closer and closer.
When he reached the door, Illuso paused. This was a single room. A woman who could be favored by the Boss and give birth to a daughter might not be simple. To make her talk, a gentle approach would be better than violence.
So he began to knock—
The polite knocking continued for a third time, and Illuso lost his patience.
Click.
Twisting the doorknob, Illuso burst into the room.
———— "Ahhhhhh!!!"
A boy's scream startled him.
The pink-haired boy, wearing a pink sweater, sat by the hospital bed, his hands in front of him, waving them repeatedly.
"Shut up!" Illuso said in a low voice, then looked up at the room number on the door, confirming he hadn't entered the wrong room: "Who are you?"
The pink-haired boy looked scared, trembling as he said, "Toby..."
"Shut up, I don't want to know your name, I just want to know who you are?"
The boy in pink quickly said, "I'm Trish's class monitor. She was taken away halfway through class today, and I came to ask her parents."
Illuso frowned in thought for a moment, then glanced at the woman lying on the bed. Even with all this noise, she hadn't woken up?
Illuso looked at the boy's golden eyes with a scrutinizing gaze, then narrowed his own eyes—
From his eyes, he did indeed seem like an ordinary boy.
"Alright, you're not needed here," Illuso said with a frown, gesturing for him to leave quickly, "Go home now."
The boy hurriedly stood up, almost bumping into the cabinet in his timid fear.
Illuso dared not relax. As the boy walked to the door, he slowly walked to the bedside and suddenly spoke:
"Stop!"
The young man's step out of the room froze mid-air. Illuso scrutinized him, walking slightly to the end of the spacious hospital bed, maintaining a certain distance from the young man—
The air conditioning was a bit too strong, and the air was permeated with a chill and tension.
"I ask you, where is your backpack?"
The young man's foot, which had stepped out, retracted, and then he slowly closed the door under Illuso's astonished gaze, before turning around—
His eyes had completely changed, becoming double pupils of green and yellow.
"I wasn't planning on leaving. I was just closing the door."
His voice was deep, and the aura around him was completely different.
Slaughter, bloodlust, darkness, an Emperor... He took off his pink sweater, his muscles slowly expanding, completely transforming into another person.
"You... BOSS..." Illuso's eyes widened. The narrow hospital room was filled with killing intent—
"You Assassination Team have done very well."
Diavolo spoke, his voice low and hoarse, like the wind from hell.
"I ask you, where did you get your intelligence from?" Diavolo asked. He desperately wanted to know the source of their information, how they could know about his affairs in such a short time.
"I don't want to ask a second time," Diavolo's eyes glowed green, "Tell me!"
It's the BOSS! Illuso found it almost unbelievable. After all these years, he was actually the first person to see the BOSS. He was shocked. In this situation, he knew he was doomed, but he absolutely had to transmit the BOSS's true appearance.
The mirror man's world's activation range was only within ten meters of a mirror. The passage was a mirror; it could only be activated when reflected by a mirror.
Because of his combat style, carrying mirrors with him had long been his habit.
"You should think carefully. Do you think you can survive?" Diavolo softened his attitude and began to speak slowly, "I need to make you fully understand my power. The Assassination Team has no chance of winning."
"Your ability is very suitable for assassination, and it's very powerful. Look at me." Diavolo hooked his hands, gesturing to Illuso, "As long as you tell me how the Assassination Team knew about my daughter's existence, you can survive."
"I will re-establish the Assassination Team, and you will be the new cadre."
Illuso narrowed his eyes. The pressure Diavolo exerted on him was simply too strong. He breathed with difficulty, trying to stay clear-headed under the pressure.
A tense silence fell. Diavolo raised an eyebrow, seemingly still waiting patiently for him.
Illuso took a deep breath, showing no hint of backing down. He decided to feign loyalty to Diavolo first, and then ambush him with a mirror once he relaxed.
He feigned a timid expression, but Diavolo smiled.
"Again and again," his tone was filled with a sigh and amusement, "I've given you Assassination Team too many chances... Even now, you still want to deceive me..."
"I am the Emperor of this country!"
Two more chapters, recommending a book called "Blade of Emondel"
It's a book by a friend I'm quite familiar with. The results aren't great, but it's Western fantasy, so everyone can check it out.