Apaki landed in a leafy city park.

The park is a villa for the poor.

In Rome in the middle of the night, where the neon lights can't shine, there will always be some characters who don't want to pay attention to the secret life.

Beggars, drunkards, hooligans, addicts, and homeless people roam the park's shade in twos and threes, making this beautiful and natural park in the daytime terrifying and dangerous at night.

Apakijin walked swiftly down the dimly lit tree-lined path.

He couldn't help but feel a little nervous:

As a former police officer who graduated from the police academy at the age of 18 with high marks and has a year of practical work experience, his nervousness certainly does not stem from the awe-inspiring park homeless people.

Apaki was worried about Diablo, as well as Diablo's men.

Since the enemy had prepared to set a trap with missiles, their offensive would definitely not stop there.

At this moment, in this dim light, in the dense shade of the trees, the unknown and powerful enemy may appear at any time.

Melancholy Blues, on the other hand, is the team's trump card in terms of intelligence capabilities, but in terms of combat, it is the same presence as a water cooler administrator.

This means that once he is left alone, his situation will become very dangerous.

And luckily...

The weather was beautiful and the wind was blowing, and as Apaki landed over this city park, he was pleasantly surprised to notice:

Bugarati, who was parachuting in front of him, unexpectedly landed in the same place as him.

"Bugarati!"

Apaki quickly traversed the park woods in the direction of Bugarati in his memory.

He shouted Bugalati's name as he tried to get closer to where the other man was.

"Apaji?"

Bugarati could hear Apaki's voice in the dim shade.

"Great..."

Bugarati was also fortunate to be able to join his companions immediately after they dispersed.

He quickly followed the voice to Apaki's face, and asked with some impatience:

"Apachi, you're not hurt, are you?"

"What about the others, have you noticed their whereabouts?"

"I'm fine."

Apachi didn't waste much time on pleasantries, but quickly and succinctly recounted the situation:

"The others are still missing, and it seems that the two of us are the only ones who have landed in this park."

"So, let's go—"

Without further ado, he proposed:

"As you said on the plane, our priority now is to get to the Colosseum."

"Hmm." Bugarati nodded.

Although he was worried about the situation of Naranga and the others, it was indeed not the time to look for companions.

At least...

Bugarati looked at the dense and deep shade around him, the light that became extremely dim under the heavy foliage:

At the very least, they had to get out of this dangerous place as soon as possible.

And at this moment, just when Bugarati was about to move as soon as possible because he was worried about the enemy's sneak attack, a murderous stranger really immediately sprang out of the dark woods:

"Ahhhhh

"Go... Die, Demon! ”

In a muffled roar, a tall, thin young man suddenly rushed out with a knife.

His clothes were dirty, his cheeks were pale and bloody, and his bare arms were bruised with bruises, which were terrifying in the dim light.

"Is it the enemy?!"

Bugarati and Apaki reacted at the same time.

They have just experienced a man-made air crash, and now they have fallen in this dim woods, and they have a faint meaning of rumors, grass and trees.

Seeing that someone suddenly rushed towards them with a knife, they immediately went up with all their might:

"Chainfingers!"

The first to act was naturally Bugarati's steel chain fingers.

This humanoid double-in-person appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them, and in an instant, a blue fist shadow that was indistinguishable to the naked eye exploded in the dim light.

For Bugalati, the punch was just a test for his foe.

And that "enemy", the skinny bamboo pole that came with a murderous knife in his hand ...

was so stunned by this punch that his movements trembled violently, and it seemed that he was going to completely fall apart like a dilapidated table and chair in the next second.

But the attacks he suffered did not end.

When Bugalati felt that something was wrong and the chain fingers stopped, Apaki made a conscious gesture and jumped forward towards the uninvited guest.

Apaki is skilled in martial arts, and his melee combat abilities are stronger than most or even some humanoid doubles (including his own Melancholy Blues).

Before the "enemy" could even react to the pain of the punch, Apaki slapped the blade he was holding in his hand with a single palm, and then threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Ahh

The young man let out a scream.

However, as if he didn't feel pain, he collapsed on the ground and shouted, "Go... Die.. Die... Hand over the money... Give me.. Give it all to me! I.. I'm going to... I still want it! ”

Apaki paused slightly, and then threw an old punch at the guy's face.

Punch after punch.

The constant roar of the "enemy" was soon blurred by the blood gushing from his throat.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Apaki was about to beat the other party to death.

Bugarati finally stopped him uncontrollably:

"Apaki, we're mistaken, it's not Diablo's people."

"I know."

Apaki stopped his blood-stained fist.

The dripping blood shimmered scarlet in the dim light, and it was extremely cold in his deep pupils:

"However, he is not a good person either."

"Skinny, with red eyes, yellow skin, incoherent speech, strange spirits, and a sharp hand, aggressive..."

"I used to deal with this scum when I was a police officer, and he had a strong stench that I could smell with my nose — it was clear that this was a hopeless madman, an addict who made a living by robbery."

"If I don't kill him, he will only harm others when he lives in the world."

Apachi said so indifferently.

“......”

Hearing this, Bugarati was slightly silent.

He also saw what kind of character this young man was:

Like those lost youths in Naples who were hollowed out by drugs and ruined their lives, this guy in front of him has embarked on an irreparable and hopeless road.

"That's right..."

"He's hopeless."

Bugalati sighed deeply.

He looked at the young man on the ground who was babbling under the severe pain, and there was a touch of pity in his eyes:

"But... This should not be a reason for us to kill. ”

"Do you want him to live?"

"Keeping such scum alive will only hurt others in the end."

Apaki's tone was still cold.

But his figure trembled slightly, as he recalled some bad experiences:

Just a few months ago, when he was a police officer, he derelicitly let go of a criminal who had shot his most trusted partner when they met again.

That incident, as well as the various magical realities encountered in his work, profoundly changed Apaki's three views.

He's no longer the cop who dreams of upholding justice.

And he joined the gang not because he had any grand ideals, but because he was completely disappointed in society, so he wanted to give up on himself in the dark.

But what Apaki never expected was that on the first day he officially joined the gang, he was abducted by this gang leader named Bugarati to become a "messenger of justice".

"I know what you mean."

Bugarati patted Apaki lightly on the shoulder:

"But killing people won't solve the problem."

"Let's go, we don't have much time - to defeat Diablo, to change the Passion organization, to change the country."

"That's the real way to solve the problem."

Bugarati's voice carries a power that can penetrate people's hearts.

Apaki couldn't help but slowly let go of his fist, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Heh... You don't really look like a mafia. ”

"Same."

Bugarati said noncommittally: "You don't look like a policeman either. ”

"Indeed... I've been there for a long time. ”

Apaki sighed lightly, and finally let go of the killing intent that inexplicably surged into his heart.

"So..."

He glanced at the addict who stumbled up from the ground.

After a series of beatings, the guy was bleeding from his face, and his spirit was finally a little sober:

"Do you just leave it alone?"

"He attacked us with a knife this time, and maybe he will hurt other innocent people next time."

"This..."

"I want to give him a chance."

Bugalati said with a sigh.

At the same time, the steel chain fingers waved a fist shadow in an instant:

"Ali Ali Ali Ali!"

The addict felt a sudden gust of wind in the air in front of him, and a zipper opened on each of his shoulders that he couldn't even see.

In the next second, the two zippers were opened at the same time, and the two arms were broken in response.

"I cut off all his arms that could attack people."

"Hopefully, after losing his hands forever, he will change in the future..."

Bugarati said in a complicated tone.

He looked at the addict with compassion and tenderness in his eyes.

But the guy looked at his arms that had fallen to the ground, and his shoulders, which had become empty underneath...

Slightly sober, his face changed, and he immediately shouted with a pale face:

"Demon, this is a demon!!"