Here Is the Point We Stop Chapter 1

At the age of 32, he became ill due to overwork.

The organization is a nest of rats

The organization killed each other with only a few bottles of wine

He could be said to be fighting alone and witnessed the destruction of the organization with his own eyes, and died violently in the fire.

Leon woke up: (in a trance, doubting life)

He calmed down, turned around, and kicked his old partner, who was sleeping in a dark place next to him, under the bed.

If I remember correctly, this guy was a member of the police in his dream, and he was playing some ridiculous self-sacrifice.

Although he knew this was unlikely, it didn't stop him from suddenly becoming displeased.

Then think about this guy who keeps saying he wants to defect from the organization.

Leon: (even more upset)

A certain curly-haired gentleman (sleepily looking at his partner's unhappy face):

This dream was quickly forgotten by Leon

Until one day during a mission he saw the young body of the little detective in his dream.

Leon:...

Things in dreams may come true.

That night---

When someone once again lazily circled the silver-haired killer and talked about betraying the organization out of boredom,

Leon: Okay.

It’s just a poodle that’s habitually arrogant:?

Leon did what she said, and asked her boss for a long vacation that night, leaving her with enough time to leave.

Whoever wants to be treated by this organization has no intention of dedicating himself to the organization.

not to mention

He pushed down the curly hair wrapped around his body, and raised the corners of his mouth with a slight arc.

This guy is so stupid. What if he really dies? He has no interest in spending more than ten years to find a satisfactory partner.

1974, Daine Rainforest, Australia.

The dense forest exudes the fresh smell of new leaves after the rain, but there is a hidden danger beneath the silence and peace.

A flash of silver light flashed, and the sharp blade cut deeply into the hard tree trunk.

A slender venomous snake with bright patterns twisted its body crazily and fell. Nobuko seemed to be still making a "hissing" sound, and fell into the dangerous and dense bushes along with the broken head.

Aaron Kurosawa squatted on the branch of a tall bush, wiping away the blood splattered on his face without changing his expression.

His short silver hair was wet from the rain, and the rainwater from the tips of his hair kept dripping onto his long, light white eyelashes, which were quickly blinked away.

The sunlight that broke out after the rain penetrated the dense leaves and fell on the silver-haired boy. The hazy golden light made his young face softer. The faint light shone into the emerald green eyes, as clear as precious emeralds.

Aaron Kurosawa frowned slightly and shook his head in disgust. The rain was falling. He reached back, grabbed the one-piece black hat and put it on.

The hat was a bit too big for him, and it suddenly covered half of his face. Aaron Kurosawa straightened it out, and then stared at the bottom of the tree attentively.

A small figure clustered in the tree, like a dignified and alert black cat.

"Rustle"

Suddenly, there was a slight friction sound of leaves under the tree. Hei Ze Zhen lowered his eyes and looked calmly at the source of the sound - a group of low bushes. The lush branches were shaking constantly, and raindrops on the tips of the leaves fell due to the vibration.

The trees disturbed the surrounding insects and birds, and the small animals chirped away.

"Rustle"

A small hand with blood stains stretched out and swept away the branches blocking the road. Then a fluffy black head poked out and carefully observed the surroundings. After confirming that there was no danger, it emerged from behind the trees.

The boy is not tall, about five or six years old, with soft baby fat on his face. Because he has lost weight recently, his fluffy curly hair makes his face smaller. His face was stained with dirty mud and unclear blood, and his black hoodie had many threads and holes scratched by sharp branches.

Aaron Kurosawa noticed that the boy's clothes were similar to his own, with the number "13" embroidered on his chest.

And there is also a number on his chest---"9".

Three years ago, the bruised and battered Aaron Kurosawa was picked up by a member of the organization. The young Aaron Kurosawa remembered nothing, and it was not until someone in the organization found a handkerchief embroidered with the name "Aaron Kurosawa" in his pocket that they learned his name.

The handkerchief was of very good quality, and the organization deduced that Aaron Kurosawa was probably a rich young man who had been left behind, but that was no longer the case.

The organization kept Aaron Kurosawa as a pet until he discovered his potential in fighting - Bermod, a member of the BOSS order's codename, adopted him and trained him to the standards of a killer.

And today is the monthly assessment.

Aaron Kurosawa realized that this was probably a child who had been trained in the organization.

He became even more fearful. As expected, there were no simple people in the organization. Even such a young child could survive in this dangerous rainforest. He treated the child as a child, but in fact, he was about the same age as the child.

He lurked quietly in the tree, not disturbing the dangerous child, and silently watched what he was going to do.

Just when his inner vigilance reached its peak, he saw the child under the tree lowering his head, wiping his eyes with his dirty sleeves, letting out a slight sob... and crying.

Aaron Kurosawa: ...

I didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.

It seems that this child is not a little tiger, but at best a weak kitten.

Maybe it felt like there was no one around, so the child started crying gradually, as if he wanted to vent all his grievances.

Hei Ze Zhen was annoyed after hearing this, and was also worried that he would attract other dangerous beasts. Seeing that his crying was about to get louder, Hei Ze Zhen suddenly said, "Hey, stop crying."

Elliot, who was crying happily, was stunned. He raised his head in a daze. A small figure covered in light was reflected in his tearful blue eyes.

He wiped his tears and sobbed uncontrollably. Perhaps it was because he had just met someone of his own age that his vigilance disappeared and he became more intimate with him. This child also had numbers on his body, but they were much cleaner and more respectable than his own. The young Elliot quickly determined that this person was very strong.

Out of nowhere, he asked in a nasal voice: "Are you here to take me home?"

"Huh?" Aaron Kurosawa looked puzzled. His impatient words suddenly got stuck in his throat when he met those expectant and cautious eyes. He pursed his lips and suddenly softened his heart, but still said angrily: "No."

The blue eyes dimmed, but in the next second he said: "I don't know where your home is, thank God I can take you back to the organization."

Elliot's eyes lit up and he stared at the man in the tree. Although the sun was so bright that he couldn't see the child's face clearly, he felt that this child must be the kindest and most beautiful person in the world!

*

"Ding-ling-ling-ling-ling-ling---" The shrill alarm clock broke the silence and began to disturb people's sweet dreams without any hesitation.

A slender pale hand picked it up before the lazily stretched out arm on the bed. The owner of the hand was a silver-haired young man with a cold and cold temperament. His face was pale and beautiful, but his appearance was suppressed by a pair of cold green eyes. Bring people a sense of closeness.

The young man also looked like he had just woken up. His long hair was a little messy, with a few rough braids scattered on the sides of his face, making him look a little dull and childish.

He was still wearing a nightgown, exposing part of his calf. The thin ankle had clear Achilles tendons and distinct ankle bones. Because the skin was too white and thin, blue or purple capillaries could be vaguely seen under the skin. Wearing a bright red rope on her ankle, there is a golden letter "M" hanging on the rope. It is beautiful and exquisite, and it makes people's blood surge for no reason.

The "M" on the red string was custom-made by Elliot on a whim last year. Later, it was given to him as a birthday gift. He also thought of making it into an anklet and unreasonably forced him to wear it. .

At that time, Leon asked if it would be bad to make it into a necklace, and what kind of quirk it was like to make it into an anklet.

But Matsuda just said with an incomprehensible face: "You don't understand, it's essentially different. In short, for the sake of being a partner for so many years, please grant me this trivial little wish!"

Leon: Why should I fulfill your wishes on my birthday?

Although it was confusing and disgusting, Leon finally put it on.

He has always been indulgent to his partners when the bottom line was not reached.

Leon glanced at the time, then looked expressionlessly at the person on the bed who was looking for the alarm clock in confusion.

Seeing that he was about to roll off the bed, Leon didn't remind him and decided to wait and see when he would wake up.

It's a pity that Leon still overestimated him. Even when the man was rolled to the ground, he was still sleeping like a pig. He even moved his head to find a comfortable position.

Leon couldn't bear it anymore, turned off the alarm clock, bent down and grabbed the corner of the quilt and lifted it off.

The quilt was pulled away, and his head fell to the ground with a dull collision sound. Leon showed no mercy at all. He threw the quilt away and raised his leg to kick the person awake. Just when he raised his legs, a hot feeling suddenly appeared on his ankles, and when it came into contact with the slightly cool skin, it made Leon feel a little chilly. Before he even frowned, he felt his ankle being dragged hard. The unprepared Leon instantly lost his center of gravity.

His eyes blurred, and before his body fell to the ground, Leon only had time to protect himself, but failed to stop the man next to him from getting entangled like an octopus.

He held Leon's shoulders firmly, lifted his long legs and pressed them on Leon's waist, and rubbed his furry black head against his chest with ease, then stopped at a comfortable position. After doing this series of actions, the man stubbornly snored slightly, as if he was treating the person in his arms as a large comfort doll.

Leon: ...

He just felt stars in his eyes and he was having trouble breathing.

He pushed Matsuda away for a long time but failed, and he reasonably suspected that this man was covered with glue.

Leon stared at the ceiling in a daze with some despair, even forgetting the purpose of coming here in the first place.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding---"

The black and gold dial phone placed on the bedside table rang with a crisp incoming call sound. Leon took a deep breath, stretched out his long arm, and picked up the phone.

"Hey," a woman's lazy and hoarse voice came from the other side, "Damien is rushing me again, where are you?"

Leon answered the question inappropriately: "Belmod, do you mind if I kill your godson?"

"Um?"

The sound coming out of the microphone was a little distorted, but it could not completely conceal the murderous intent that emanated from the boy's light voice.

The blond woman lying lazily on the sofa paused while admiring the manicure, and a trace of confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes. She put down her nail clippers, and the silk red dress slipped down as she stood up, covering her slender white calves.

Belmode bent down to pick up the phone and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window. His deep blue eyes truly reflected the dim lights outside the window, high-rise buildings, endless traffic, and tall chimneys emitting gray-black smoke on the outskirts of the city. Exhaust gas. An abandoned street strewn with feces and garbage is like an impassable chasm, undeniably dividing the ancient British city into light and dark.

This is the dividing line, and also the line between rich and poor.

Belmod stood in the tallest building in the center of the wealthy area and looked out. His eyes swept over the sloppy homeless people on the old streets, but he was thinking carefully about what happened between the two stepsons he left in Japan.

The adoption of these two children was completely unintentional and forced.

At the very beginning, BOSS asked her to adopt the boy who looked like a wolf cub. She was bored by herself, so she simply adopted the boy under her own name. It’s fun to play with the cat every day and watch his hair explode.

Later, her kitten brought another kitten back from the forest. She had originally planned to give it to someone else, but under the pitiful gaze of those two pairs of eyes, Serena's conscience was moved. For the first time, she made a not-so-right decision - although she didn't adopt the kitten, she had already announced that she would recognize him as her godson, which was equivalent to protecting the person under her power.

The two children are called brothers, but they were actually raised as childhood friends. For Serena, they are double the naughty kids and double the hell.

They like to fight, but every time they have a conflict, her nominal adoptive mother suffers greatly.

So after they grew up, Serena moved to the UK without delay and unilaterally cut off all contact with them.

Back in 1984.

Serena pondered for a few seconds and said hesitantly: "Did he braid your hair into pigtails again?"

After saying this, there was silence for a long time. After a while, Belmod suddenly heard a horrific scream, as well as chaotic inhaling and collision sounds.

She silently moved the microphone away and looked nonchalantly at the gaping moon hanging high in the night sky, obscured by hazy clouds.

Saliva is secreted from the mouth at an inappropriate time.

Hmm... I kind of want to eat tempura.