I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

I am in Mihua, and all the wives like me. Author: Mr.Quin

Summary:

I always like--

Akai Marie

Fei Yingli

Yukiko Kudo

Tomoko Suzuki

Ooka red leaves

Belmode

Autumn Court Lianzi

And there are many more…

Chapter 1 I will always like Akai Marie

Peckham area of ​​London at night.

Although it is divided into the London area, here, you can't feel the long history of the British Museum, the grandeur of Buckingham Palace, or the sacred romance of Westminster Abbey, as if you are isolated from the world.

And some are just messes everywhere, closed abandoned shops along the streets, dim street lights, and all kinds of weird abstract graffiti painted on the rusty shutter doors of those long-term vacant shops for rent.

There is also the lingering smell of urine in the air, which is sometimes strong and sometimes light.

This is the most notorious slum in London, with the worst infrastructure and the highest crime rate.

It was just after New Year's Day, and the warmth of spring had not yet reached Western Europe. The clear moonlight at night shone dimly on London through the thin mist. The streets of Peckham area were deserted, like a ghost town.

After all, there is a legend in London - when you are walking on the street at night and suddenly hear someone singing a London nursery rhyme in the fog, please do not hesitate to go home immediately. Even if you cannot go home in time, try to find the nearest building to take shelter. Otherwise you'll meet Jack the Ripper.

But then again, in an area with a very high crime rate like this, ordinary people are not allowed to go out at night.

Oh, that’s not to say you can’t. If you have to go out, no one will stop you.

But if you are a bit unlucky, even if you don't encounter Jack the Ripper, you may still end up leaving with your life but not coming back. By the time you are discovered, it is already the next morning and everyone is already cold.

Perhaps he died tragically in the street and was shot seventeen times in the back, or he fell down in a dark alley with a dagger stuck in his back. After strict forensic identification, it was confirmed that it was suicide, and the matter was finally settled.

All in all there are only three types of people who go out in Peckham at night.

Those who are not afraid of death do not think they will die.

as well as--

Forced to go out as a last resort.

Bang!

With a loud noise that broke the tranquility of the night, a wooden door leading to the underground door beside the street was slammed open from the inside, and a tall, middle-aged man covered in blood stumbled out of the warehouse in panic.

He tucked his windbreaker tightly with one hand as if to cover the wound, and held a homemade pistol in the other hand.

The pistol's loaded indicator extended far back, revealing the empty chamber beneath it.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was an empty pistol, but the man seemed to be stunned by some huge mental stimulation. He pointed the muzzle behind him and continued to pull the trigger crazily and in vain. Shouting.

"Don't come here! I'm Shelby! Albert Shelby!"

Shelby, this was a surname that was once very popular in Birmingham, England, but it has nothing to do with the current Albert Shelby. He simply borrowed the former's name.

Compared with the Razor Party, which had been able to cooperate with the British government and take over large businesses such as horse racing and liquor, Albert Shelby was just a small local snake in this area.

Of course, it may not even be considered a local snake now.

Just 10 minutes earlier, while Albert Shelby was drinking and having fun in his small underground casino, the horrific attack struck without warning.

All his men were killed in just a few minutes, all counterattacks launched by the organization failed, and in the end only he ran out.

Because everything happened so suddenly, Albert had no time to think about his losses and the possibility of a comeback.

The only thing he thinks about now is to survive, he must survive!

Only by being alive can you have output... No, it's a chance to escape!

But it is obvious that even such a humble wish can only be a luxury in the current situation.

The familiar and ethereal singing voice came through the fog in the street again.

"London Bridge is falling down~ falling down~ falling down..."

This is the most traditional and common children's song in the UK. Almost every child can sing it, but to Albert's ears it is like the whisper of death attached to the ears of a dying person.

Whoosh-!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a flying knife as thin as a cicada's wing cut through the night like a flash of purple lightning, grazing the man's body.

Albert only felt a cold feeling on the outside of his right leg, followed by burning pain, and then warm liquid dripped down his trouser leg, causing him to stagger a little.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a little scratch, a scratch of this magnitude...

Pfft!

The slap in the face for self-righteousness always comes so suddenly. Before the inner monologue of Albert, who is running away, has ended, his legs that still have a lot of strength have already fallen to his knees, and he throws himself on the ground in an awkward posture of a dog eating shit. land.

This is not a silly fall on the ground, nor is it some nonsense like being knocked down by an aura, etc.

Albert, who fell to the ground, immediately struggled to get up. However, the feeling in his legs gradually lost, and his entire lower body became increasingly numb. He suddenly reacted.

It's an anesthetic!

Da da da……

The singing did not stop, the footsteps gradually approached in the mist of the street at dusk, and the outline of the figure slowly emerged and became clear under the illumination of the moonlight and street lamps.

Albert did not choose to continue running away. His legs had been temporarily disabled. Even if he could still crawl with his hands, it would not help. On the contrary, it might arouse the opponent's murderous intention.

Why not take a gamble and see if you can sit down and talk calmly.

After all, survival is the first priority.

Albert thought so, but when the footsteps approached and the shadow of the human figure was stretched by the angle of the light and fell on him, he couldn't help but open his mouth in shock.

It was so unexpected.

When he was in the underground casino, he was running for his life and didn't even see the attacker clearly, but now the opponent came in front of him.

It was a young man who looked to be about the age of a high school student. He had short black hair and a fair complexion. He wore a black suit vest over a close-fitting white shirt. He wore black gloves on his hands, and held a hand between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. Two silver flying knives hung casually by his side.

child? !

Albert was a little surprised.

The young man smiled politely and bowed slightly, then skillfully took out his ID from his pocket and opened it to display.

"Good evening, first time meeting Mr. Shelby. I am the trainee investigator of the MI6 Operations Department - Sierra Bell."

(This name is actually a combination of two neta, you can guess, the secret will be revealed at the end of the chapter)

"MI...6?"

Upon hearing this name, Albert's brain shut down on the spot.

As soon as he said it, he became a local snake. When did MI6 need to be dispatched to exterminate him?

As if he could see through the local snake's inner thoughts, the young man with broken black hair continued speaking on his own.

"Well, it's just a requirement of the mission. I'm only responsible for getting money to do things. Everything else doesn't matter to me."

Looking down at the paralyzed snake on the ground, Serabel gently scratched the corners of her eyes with the tip of the flying knife between her fingers, tilted her head and said.

"Okay, this is your last stop, let's get it over with quickly. I have to get off work. As for your good brothers or enemies, they are already waiting for you while having a big fight below. So--"

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

With no time to think about the connotation of the other person's words, Albert, who just realized that death was coming, burst out with an unprecedented desire to survive.

"I can give you whatever you want! Is it money? Or land? I'll give it all..."

Pfft!

Before he finished speaking, a flying knife penetrated the local snake's gushing tongue with lightning speed. The rich capillaries burst and large amounts of blood instantly gush out. The severe pain made the brain tremble. .

The boy raised his index finger in front of his lips and exhaled gently.

"Shh~ A funeral is a serious occasion, so it's not okay to be quiet."

After speaking, Serabel closed her hands slightly and placed the last flying knife in her palms. When her hands separated again, a magical scene appeared.

What was supposed to be the only flying knife left turned into dozens of them, appearing one after another as the distance between his palms increased, still hovering in mid-air.

Then Serabel moved his fingers slightly, like an orchestra conductor holding a baton, and as he moved, the flying knife seemed to be given life. The cold light flickered around the two of them and danced like butterflies, like a grand scene. A fusion of symphony and magic.

This is the magic of death.

Albert's face turned a terrible blue-grey color, and blood mixed with saliva kept dripping from the corners of his mouth. The effects of the anesthetic spread throughout his body and even affected his brain, and he could only make a whimpering sound in despair.

As the performance progressed, Serabel's dancing movements between her fingers became slower and softer, as if a tuner was making final fine-tuning of the strings.

As he moved, the flying knives suspended in the air gradually returned to stillness.

They were arrayed in a circle in the air, with three layers stacked on top of each other. Each of them pointed downwards at a 45-degree angle to Albert, who was lying on the ground. They were connected to each other by almost transparent silk threads, and the threads were The end was in the young man's hands.

He paused for a moment and suddenly smiled.

"Good night, sir."

Serabel flicked her fingertips, and the tight string was loosened at this moment.

The final climax of the show was as violent as a glacier collapsing.

In an instant, dozens of flying knives swooped down, violently piercing the flesh and splashing a large amount of blood, adding a layer of brown to the deep night in the streets.

Looking down at the dead local snake on the ground, Serabel was lost in thought for a while, then seemed to suddenly remember something, took out a black walkie-talkie from her waist and put it to her mouth.

"Hi hi~ The eradication of the Razor Party in the third area of ​​Peckham is over. Sister Mary, please reply after receiving it~"

Just five seconds after the words fell, a cold female voice replied on the other end of the intercom.

"I know, I'll be there soon."

……

Ten minutes later, as the engine sound of a high-end car came from far away from the corner of the street, two beams of car lights that were many times brighter than the street lamps turned around and shone through the twilight. With eyes and a determined face, Serabel was sitting on the curb watching the misty moonlight with the corpse beside her.

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The car approached slowly and pulled the handbrake to stop on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and what came out of the car was an attractive woman wearing a brown round hat and a beige windbreaker. Her short, light-blond wavy hair reflected dazzling light under the car lights. She had flaming red lips and a slender figure. Thick clothes can't hide her mature and hot curves.

"Is everything resolved? Are you injured?"

Akai Mari came to the body and skillfully took out her mobile phone to take pictures. At the same time, without looking back, she asked the boy who was standing upright and stretching.

"Of course - no." Serabel stretched her muscles vigorously.

"That's good."

Akai Marie answered succinctly. After confirming that the evidence had been preserved, she immediately turned and walked towards the car.

"We're going home. Bell, you're responsible for driving. I have to catch up on a mission report on the way."

"Understand~"

Serabel raised her arms high behind her head and followed suit slowly.

"That's right, Sister Mary, tonight..."

"can."