It was three o'clock in the morning when Leonardo decided to leave. According to Michelot's information, Carlo's body and belongings had been sent back to the police station yesterday evening. That blueprint should be with the other items too.

"You look after Michaelot.

Leonardo whispered to Lelakin: "Francis will be protected by me.

...Hey, Leonardo," Francis whispered dissatisfied upon hearing this, "I shouldn't be so miserable.

"Relax, you must be useful. After all, you are the only one of us who can shoot.

Leonardo shrugged.

Although he, the world's most experienced psionic master, personally guided him, it only took half a day after all. Naturally, he also failed to allow Francis to master any spells or psychic skills other than vision. Just relying on Francis' branding power, his firearms are also equivalent to their own silencers, and even after the bullets are ejected, they can continue to maintain silence for about two seconds. Even if it hits a wall or the metal hair ricochets, it will never make any sound. It is precisely because of his ability that Leonardo brought him out.

The ability of spiritual vision can have its own clairvoyance, and he has complete noise reduction... Although Francis' marksmanship is really not very accurate. But it can be regarded as the degree of proficiency in guns. You can still hit 100% casually within a distance of a few meters or more than ten meters, and you can guarantee a hit if you aim within 50 meters. This is really the perfect assassin ability - it would be even better if Francis could be more flexible in his skills and more accurate in his marksmanship.

In the middle of the night, the eyes of Leonardo and Francis quietly lit up. Several figures on patrol turned into faint white shadows, appearing in front of them through the wall.

"Did you see it?" Leonardo whispered, "Two are close, and three are far away. If you can't see them here, I will open the door.

Apart from these five people, there was no one else in the police station.

As soon as Leonardo finished speaking, he took out a small folded metal sheet with many sharp pieces and loose leaves from his waist. It was a simple lockpick that took him half an hour to make—mechanics, after all, was something he had learned a long time ago. Given Leonardo's time, he'd even be able to make "a pop-up hand crank that Francis would use." But that doesn't make much sense either.

Leonardo put his hand on the keyhole and closed his eyes. Then the three-dimensional structure inside the keyhole immediately appeared in his mind.

He pondered for a moment. Flexibly flipping the folded iron piece in his hand, his slender, white fingers moved up and down quickly like playing with a Rubik's cube. There was a click. Leonardo folded a decent assembled key outwards and locked it... just like folding a jackknife. After that, he inserted the key full of assembly lines into the lock, and with a pull and a twist, the door of the Florence Police Station was easily opened.

Francis and Michelot stared at him dumbfounded, but Lelakin was no longer surprised.

After all, they saw with their own eyes that Leonardo used a small hammer, a scorpion, steel shears, a grinder, and a pair of discarded keys to make this thing in a short while.

Although this lock pick is very delicate. It looked like a tulip flower with the teeth of the keys inside and outside the petals. Each sharp-tooth wave cuts into countless small rings. Each small ring can be rotated arbitrarily like a Rubik's cube. And when its flower stem is broken apart, a key with the key teeth spliced ​​together will be bounced off and locked. The remaining key fragments were twisted and folded into each other to form a key with a mace tail but no one knew exactly how it was used until Leonardo showed how it was actually used. After Leonardo led them, avoided the slowly swaying guards with his spiritual vision, and opened the door of the director's office in the same way, Francis immediately couldn't help asking, "Don't worry about this ,” Leonardo interrupted Francis, pointing forward with his chin, “Did your vision see those five people?” “Yes. First time with such visual action...but very clear. Five ordinary people, not a single psyker. Francis was eager to try: "So, let me do it? It just so happens that there are a few grandchildren who like to pretend in this situation, and I have long disliked it.

…No. Francis, I didn't mean that. We'd better not be found by them and not cause death or injury. Otherwise, even if we got the blueprint, Leonardo immediately stopped Francis' burial operation.

Francis' strong desire to avenge himself is too real. But Leonardo looked carefully at everyone's names, and was taken aback for a moment. Leonardo pondered for a while, and asked Francis again: "Speaking of which, do you know all the policemen here?"

"Yes. I have been here five or six times instead of seven or eight, Mener Qing.

Francis said proudly.

For a gang member, there is nothing more proud than frequenting the police station and not being arrested and jailed.

"So…"

Leonardo squinted his eyes and looked at the only light red name: "Lalfam..., do you recognize this name?"

Hearing this, Francis was taken aback.

"Who?"

"Ralpham, thirty-six.

Leonardo repeated, looking back into Francis' eyes: "You hesitate. What's going on?"

, he is not a policeman here. "

Francis was silent for a while, before he said in a low voice as if nothing had happened: "I know all the policemen here, but he is not among them.

"This idiot is my former subordinate.

Hearing this, even Michaelot was surprised and turned his attention to Francis. Francis said in a low voice: "Our gang's main means of profit are intelligence sales and protection fees, as well as the right to pick up waste from two garbage mountains and an abandoned factory. Of course, there are occasional orders to kill someone and hide a corpse to help others." When transporting goods. But in my place, they are not allowed to steal, rob, rape, and kill people in the street.

"We can live here, rule an area, and even control the streets outside the North District, not because we have enough force - because the police are more forceful. Of course, it is not because of our unity, not because of our trustworthiness...

"We can protect each other because we trust each other. We trust each other's character because the other party agrees to abide by our common rules', because we will not be rejected by ordinary people or even the poor. Our strength and vitality come from the bottom, From those who we collect protection money and rent, but are protected by us." Francis said here, taking a deep breath: "The poor...the slums have no laws. Here, the words of the gang leaders are better than the words of the king. Much more useful. Because the king can't give them food, can't give them shelter, can't give them a safe life and the protection of their property from being violated while we can.

"We protect them and they trust us.

"So those who violate my rules and attack civilians because of desire and greed will be removed from the gang and even executed in public...but without the protection of the gang. They will also be caught by the police soon and thrown into prison. He looked in that direction and said in a low voice, "For example, Ralpham.

"When he went to collect the protection fee, he found that an old man had actually saved a sum of money - he immediately changed his mind and collected three times the usual share.

"The most ridiculous thing is... After he came back, he gave me half of it, hoping to keep the other half. After being scolded by me, he wanted to increase this share to two-thirds.

"So. I ordered him to pay the money back - because nothing too bad happened, I just kicked him out of the gang. As usual, he was caught stealing ham a week later, beaten A broken hand, sent to prison, three months for attempted theft.Francis paused at this point.

The flames in his eyes also jumped slightly and became more vigorous.

"I originally thought that he had learned enough lessons. After he came out of prison, he would learn how to obey the rules and how to be a good person... I was still young at that time. I thought his incident didn't cause too much damage, it was just a thing Little thing worth mentioning. So I'm right after he gets out of jail. Want to see how he's doing. Can you take back the gang.

But I was wrong. He whispered: "The life in prison not only made him strengthen his previous bad habits, but also taught him new dirty ones. He flattered me obediently, and responded to my questions with a smile on his face. He often swears randomly, kneels as soon as he says it, and looks at the passing girls with gloomy eyes, and hypocritically talks to me with unusually skillful polite words.

"I just knew, this man is hopeless. He doesn't think he's done anything wrong, and complains about fate, the world, the rich and all the people who are taller, stronger, and smarter than him.

"He was so gifted at taking sin...but I was scared and I ran away from him. But I know now that I shouldn't have run away - I escaped my responsibility...

Francis was silent for a while. This time it took longer than any previous time.

"I should have killed him. Then.

Finally, he said so.