On May 8, 2020, it was the fifth time, and the ghoul had another car accident.

As he climbed down from the Plymouth rage, Ryan took some time to look at his beautiful partner. The car was recreated by him from a shell found in the ruins of Florence, entirely man-made by himself; Over the years, Ryan has customized it into a technological marvel that most geniuses would envy. The courier has been adrift in the driver's seat for years, has survived numerous explosions, and has ridden so many old people! Ah, memories......

All in all, his Plymouth was a constant in his life and the most important thing after Len. He couldn't find a partner in anyone because they couldn't remember him from beginning to end.

"I swear, I won't let anyone hurt you again," Ryan whispered to his car as he stroked the hood like a cat. "The bad Psycho is gone."

"Are you talking to your car?" Re

Esco asked behind the bar.

"I'm not the one to judge you by your current company!" Ryan replied, opening the back cover of the car. Once again, he decided to do something fresh and interesting in this reboot. A way to get revenge on the Superpowers once again for the death of his car.

"I know it sounds corny," Ryan said to the ghoul as he lifted the jumper cable in his best German accent. "But we have a way to get you to talk!"

After delivering a shocked ghoul to private security, completing his delivery, and paying everyone, the courier begins to think about his next move.

To get back to the Augustus Trail — not to mess up this time — Ryan returns to the first hotel he booked downtown, not the Southside. He met Wyve

, warns her that the ghoul has escaped, and receives her business card.

This time, Vulcan contacted him as usual.

He went to Bakuto, met Zambato, and accepted his mission. The next day, before he left the hotel, he hid a small remote-controlled camera in his room. Ryan had already booked a spot elsewhere to avoid an assassination attempt, but he also wanted to catch a glimpse of the killer.

This time, Sarin appeared alone at the delivery site. It seems that the ghoul is still in custody, and the superpowers can no longer send people to backup. Ryan would say it was an uphill battle. He struggles to survive, and Sarin proves himself to be a welcome challenge.

On the contrary, the battle lasted ten seconds.

He and Fist punched her in the face in the time they stopped; Gasoline came out of the mask of the madman, and she crashed into the supertanker, as before. She can do a lot of damage, but can't take it.

This time they didn't even destroy the Old Port!

"I'm bored." When Augustus put the crate into the Deep-Sea Sphere, Quicksave complained. Private security didn't even show up!

"Good," Zambato's replied calmly. This means that everything is going well. I'd rather live a boring and productive life every day than a chaotic and exciting life every day. ”

"That's what she said," Ryan replied, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket. It was an old pre-war Samsung phone, which he improved and improved to match the newer device. With it, he can observe from a distance through the camera in his bedroom.

The camera didn't find anything strange. According to the thermal sensor, someone flew near the window, took a sneak peek, and left. Considering that his room was on the tenth floor, it must have been a genomicist.

Now he remembered that in his first battle with the Ghoul and Sharin, he caught a glimpse of a hero who could fly. Could it be the same person?

"Is there anyone around here who knows the flying Invisible Man?" Ryan asked. "Find a friend."

"Anyone with $100,000 in their account can be on Dy

amis bought the invisibility potion," Luigi replied, placing the last box in and closing the Abyssal Sphere. He typed a few words on his phone, and the submarine disappeared under the waves, transporting supplies elsewhere. "It's just to fly......"

"I know there's only Wyverns, Geist, Vulcans, Devils, Wardrobes, Mosquitoes, and Sarin in town," Zambato said. "Of them, only Geist is invisible."

"Does he peep through the window at night?" Ryan asked. To his bewilderment, during this iteration, the mystery visitor neither entered the room nor left a bomb. Did they spot the camera from a distance and decide to dodge?

"No, he was tied up in a place outside the city and couldn't leave at all," replied Augustus' enforcer. "He's a yellow man, and his superpowers activate after death, tying him to the grave."

Ah, yes, yellow potion. These potions confer "conceptual" powers, projecting from the stars to doom. Ryan loves them, mainly because you never know what they will bring. Even by genomic standards, their abilities are completely bizarre and have strange limitations.

"Why is this question asked?" Luigi asked, suspicious, and Ryan felt his ability to tell the truth activated.

"A few days ago, people like him blew up my bedroom," Ryan replied, which is technically true. Power forces him to be honest, but he can mislead people with words. "As if it was original!"

"You're sure to make enemies soon," Luigi said, frowning. "How do you feel about that?"

Ryan was about to tell a joke, but he felt an alien force take control of his mind and change his words. "Nothing special," he admitted. "It helps fill the void."

Augustus, who was present, glanced at him strangely. "Empty?" Luigi repeated in confusion.

"I think I felt empty, lonely, and directionless inside." Ryan shrugged, his mind now on autopilot. "It's like my brain is a bottomless pit and I'm trying to fill it with dopamine and endorphins. So the more trouble I have, the more excited I am and the happier I become. Truth be told, boredom is in my natural state. ”

An awkward silence ensued.

"But on the bright side, I look fantastic!" To lighten the mood, Quicksave added something and before turning to Luigi, he had to be honest and say, "Can you get rid of that filter?" It's uncomfortable and makes me want to kill you. ”

"I have to be sure of one thing," Luigi said nonchalantly. "Are you a whistleblower or a double agent?"

"No, I'm just on my side, I don't have any reason!" Ryan replied, but couldn't help himself; His voice naturally changed from happy to indifferent. "Honestly, guys, I'm just using you guys to come to my old friend Lunn because I'm lonely and I don't feel close to anyone."

"Man, you have a serious problem," said one of the soldiers. "You should see a psychiatrist."

"Yes, but I knocked him out first!" However, this is getting more and more boring, and Ryan's wisdom is coming to an end. He didn't want to talk about his emotional distress, let alone with strangers who didn't remember anything soon.

"All right, Luigi," said the courier, nervous as if a bobcat had gone from naughty to threatening. "There's only one place in the world where I don't want anyone in, and that's my heart. If you continue, my knife will stab you in the back and no one will be able to save you. ”

He wanted to know the truth, and he knew. Thankfully, privacy violators take this threat seriously. "Sorry to interrupt." Luigi apologized, and Ryan felt the effect be lifted. "I have to make sure you're not cheating on us."

The messenger just looked at his face, had no expression, and did not speak, which made the person who told the truth very uncomfortable. Damn, he hates mind readers and their cousins. No respect for privacy!

"I think it's time to separate and continue our happy path," Ryan said, turning to Zambato, eager to gather his thoughts alone. "Shall I give you a ride this time?"

"No," Zambato said. "Plans have changed. You're going to my house. ”

Where is he?" Shouldn't you take me to dinner first?" Ryan scoffed.

"Yes, of course, that's the plan," Zambato replied, much to the courier's surprise. "Do you like pizza?" I'm doing better than anyone else. ”

Wait, he's serious?" The hostel I stayed in was—"

"You're going to stay at my house tonight," Zambatoto insisted, in a tone like a big brother reprimanding his younger brother. "What you need is a friendly, warm environment."

"But I must catch my secret enemy!"

"They'll wait."

"Give it up, man," Luigi said to Ryan, obviously amused. "Likes are like cream. It's sweet and sticks to you when you get too close. ”

"Is it vanilla ice cream?" Ryan asked innocently. "I love vanilla."

"You should try chocolate," Zambato suggested. "It's good for depression."

What follows is one of the strangest moments of Ryan's life. It was the first time that someone had been pointed at a knife to go to a dinner party.

Not really on the tip of the knife, but metaphorically. Zambato's head walks into Ryan's Plymouth car and refuses to get out of it until the courier agrees to go home with him. Passive aggression at its best.

In the end, with the mysterious assassin temporarily giving in, Ryan couldn't refuse a free meal.

Zambato lives in a modern house in the northern part of Mount Augustus. The income in this area is certainly higher than that of the nearby Little Maghreb; The local houses are large and modern, built on a steep hill overlooking the poorer areas below. Class stratification has never been clearer.

His owner's home is a modern two-storey house with a great view of New Rome and an infinity pool built on the side of a mountain. The place is dominated by rich warm colors of brown and white, which appear to be both modest and funky. Obviously, mafia jobs are well paid.

The garage drove itself, and Ryan parked his car between a Lexus ES and a custom Harley-Davidson sports car. Zambatoe took the opportunity to take off his power armor and show his face in front of Ryan, showing no trace of fear. The courier had to admit that the Japanese fake was quite handsome, with a perfect jaw line, strong muscles, and a beard for three days. Ryan thinks he should be around 35.

"Jamie Knife." Zambato's shook Ryan's hand. "There's no mask in there, though."

"Do you want to know my secret identity?" Ryan said. "I must warn you that many people are going crazy because they hear my real name."

"Ryan Romano," Jamie said with a laugh, the courier crossing his hands as his thunder was stolen, "to my credit, that's all I know." My boss couldn't find much information about you. ”

"Really?" Ryan complained as he took off his mask, hat, and trench coat and threw them in the back of the car. "But I'm unforgettable!"

"Not long before you put on your costume and go out to blow things up," Jamie clarifies, opening the garage door and inviting his companion Genome into his home. The door opens to a large living area that could potentially accommodate a two-bedroom apartment, including a kitchen, a sofa with a large plasma screen, and a staircase leading to the upstairs room. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer sweeping views of the city, and the building's décor incorporates Asian art. There are katanas on the walls, the Korean flag on the balcony, and the Buddha statue next to the TV......

There were already two people present. A dark-brown skinned woman sipping a soda can near a balcony and an Asian girl chopping tomatoes behind the kitchen counter.

But Ryan didn't notice them, his eyes were focused on something else.

That is, the giant mouse on the kitchen counter, looking at Ryan curiously. The messenger waved at it, and the critter raised its small front legs in response. Oh...

"Hi dear." Jamie kisses the girl in the kitchen on the mouth while she puts the knife and dinner aside. Probably his girlfriend. "I brought a new guest."

“Hyu

Ki-ju

g。 She nodded politely at Ryan and gave him a friendly smile. Her boyfriend is muscular, while she is skinny, she has short jet-black hair, is modestly dressed, and wears a low-key but elegant pair of glasses. If she hadn't lost weight and had scars on her skin, Ryan would have thought she was beautiful; The messenger immediately recognized her as a recovering addict.

“Waza ?” Ryan replied.

“Waza ?” Ki Zheng replied in the right tone.

Ryan realizes this and gasps as he finally meets someone who understands him.

Both shouted at the same time. This startled the rat, and it tilted its head to the side. The dark-brown-haired woman looked at them as if they had gone completely insane, and Jamie was just bewildered.

"It's, it's a very vague reference," Ki reassures him. "You have to know this private joke to understand."

"Joining this fraternity is the pinnacle of culture," Ryan politely introduced herself to the elegant lady. "'Help' Ryan Romano. I'm immortal, but don't tell anyone. ”

"You say that to everybody," Jamie noted, hugging his girlfriend affectionately.

"Because no one remembers!" Ryan looked around and realized that the kitchen rats had brought his whole family with him. Three of his relatives were watching documentaries on TV, one slept on the balcony and the other jumped on Ki-jeong's shoulder like Pikachu. However, they look exceptionally clean, not so much as pests, but pets that are well nourished.

"I'm in control of them," Ki said to Ryan, stroking the kitchen rat from behind his ear. "Sort of. I connect with them telepathically, thus improving their intelligence. ”

"Blue or green?" Ryan asked.

"Green," she replied, meaning that her abilities affect biology, not just rodent telepathy. "I'm shivering with cold."

She probably thought Ryan would recognize the name, but he didn't.

Finally, perhaps out of curiosity, the balcony girl had enough of the noise and decided to go to the kitchen to socialize. Although rock catastrophe would be a better name. Ryan had never seen anyone with so many tattoos on his arms and shoulders; She even has a bird sign underneath her right eye, although it is difficult to notice due to her colored glasses. The woman was dressed like a girl on a bicycle, with a white sleeveless shirt, blue pants, black boots, and a cross around her neck. She combs her black hair into shoulder-length dreadlocks, and unlike Ki-jeong, she apparently exercises regularly.

"Who's that, Zan?" She looked at Ryan and asked bluntly. "A new homeless man you found on the road?"

"Sri Lanka!" Jamie punishes her.

"I prefer the word 'murderer,'" Ryan replied, his pride hurt. "I don't have a home, but I like to steal them."

"Oh, really? She didn't sound impressed, and she swapped the soda can for a cigarette. She offered to everyone, including Ryan, but no one accepted her offer. "You don't look like a killer"

"My costume is in the garage," Ryan said with a blank face, and the woman snorted.

"He hit sarin so fast I couldn't even tell," Jamie said, causing Ryan to faint with pride. "Don't push me, Lanka."

"Ah, new muscles?" She plays with her cigarette. "About the time. I'm going to be ambushed by those madmen as soon as I get close to Rust, and half of our soldiers don't want to sell Bliss there."

"Can we get down to business another night?" Ki Jeong asked, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. Rats lined up on the kitchen counter, as if waiting for the cheese to be delivered. "Can you help set the table while we prepare the pizza?"

"Do you like to play poker?" Jamie asked. "The registration fee is 100 yuan."

"I don't like poker, but I like to win," Ryan joked, and most people responded with a laugh. Except for Lanka, everyone found it a challenge. "Are you a team?" Is this a reunion of Xhosa Nostra?"

"We are both men and women, and yes, we work together," said Jamie, recoiling from Cosa Nostra's comments, "and we also share the apartment for practical purposes." "Since there are a few rooms vacant, I would like to ask you to stay for a few days until the end of our business. It won't cost you a penny, and you'll enjoy it more than staying in a hostel. ”

"Zan is the owner of this place, and he can't help but invite strangers in need," said Ranka, "just like that homeless man." ”

"You'll never let me down, will you?" Jamie sighed, his girlfriend giggling. "It only took two weeks for him to get a job."

"I appreciate your willingness to spy on me, but I prefer my privacy," Ryan replied.

"It's a friendly offer with no hidden strings attached," Jamie insisted, confusing the courier as he sounded sincere. Wacky guys. "Although I think you will have a lot to gain from joining our family, both personally and professionally."

"I'm just looking for Ryan," Ryan replied uninterested. "Black hair, blue eyes, diver?"

“U

de

dive

?” This time, the name seemed familiar to Jamie. "I've heard that name somewhere."

"The accident at the power plant earlier this year," he said. That's him. ”

"She," Ryan said, much to the surprise of his master.

"Ah, yes, I remember." Jimmy nodded. "The private security caught her, and Vulcan wanted to take her out to recruit. However, I am not sure that the weapons department carried out this plan. ”

"You don't work for the Vulcans?" Ryan asked, confused.

"Our captain's name is Mercury," Keillon told Ryan. His department was in charge of gambling and logistics, as well as security, while Vulcan's group controlled the arms trade. Our bosses sometimes work together, but more often than not, each group does their own thing. ”

Gosh, they sound more like a twisted bureaucracy than a criminal syndicate. "Wait, why did Vulcan send me to you instead of recruiting me myself?"

"I was one of the main recruiters for the Augustus," Jamie explained. "The captains trust me to make an initial assessment of potential new recruits."

"If you're here and not in the trash, it means you passed the test," Lanka said, finishing his cigarette and starting to smoke a new one.

"I'll introduce you to Vulcan tomorrow, even if you don't want to join," Jamie promised Ryan. So that your problem is solved. Until then, you are welcome to stay with us. So...... What do you say?"

Ryan considered the offer. Truth be told, a lot of genomes in the same place should stop the mysterious assassin from bothering him again, except for Sri Lanka, who all seem to be good people despite their criminal backgrounds. It could be interesting.

However, Ryan is wary of joining the community because he often dies and they always forget about him afterward. It's painful to get to know someone and then they treat you like a stranger; Only his friendship with Lunn predates his ability to manipulate time.

When the courier feels too attached, he can always run away.

"I said four cheeses," Ryan replied, and the others thought it was a yes.

"Well, the basic rule is, no Bliss in this house, no cats, no pest control, no after ten o'clock." Jamie said, apparently exuding a fatherly energy. "Everybody is cleaning up their stuff and tinkering with things in the garage, and if you want to throw a party, you need to let us know a day in advance-"

Rui listened quietly, as if he would dutifully follow the rules.

Obviously, Jamie doesn't know much about him yet.