Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Meaning of the underground world
"Oh, I know. You're still dreaming of being a secret agent, not a real agent."
"No. I really became a secret agent. I have been trained since childhood by my papa and have been in the training of junior secret agents officially and coming here is also my first field mission."
"If you've really become a secret agent, you're the worst agent of all time! What in your training ground, you weren't taught at all how to interact with anyone while on a mission?"
"What do you mean talk like that?" Carl even showed a confused expression.
"AH!! Are you really stupid? I can't stop thinking your papa is taking an amateur like you to this dangerous place! You're still lucky to meet me. If it's someone else, you're dead!!" firmly Julius while pointing at Carl's face furiously.
"You're so mean."
"You think the underground world is a playground? You can't reveal the identities of some agents during the mission. Once the people in the underground world know, you must be instantly killed or tortured to death!!"
"But I just told you my identity. You're not a part of them, are you?"
Julius brandished his gun right at Carl's temple. "What if I'm a part of them? What can you do now that I pulled the trigger from my gun?"
"You're not gonna do that."
"Why do you think so? I could've done it."
"Color... I don't know either. I just believe that you can't possibly do it. You don't seem to have any evil intentions towards me and even you just saved me."
Julius pulled the trigger on his gun. It appears Carl has closed his eyes, resigned himself without moving against or avoiding. But long enough Carl waited still nothing happened. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the face that had turned away.
"You're lucky that I'm out of bullets right now" Julius said without glancing at Carl at all. He dropped his gun.
"I know you won't do it."
Julius looked at Carl's face for a moment and then stepped through it. "You'd better go back and throw away your dream of becoming an agent if you don't know what the underworld really means."
"All I know is that the underworld is a term used for the scope of world-class criminals."
Julius stopped his steps. "Wrong. The underground world is the term used for hell."
"Hell?!" carl looked surprised.
"really. Hell, the place of the demons. The humans who had no mercy, were cold-blooded and cruel. They will kill anyone who dares to stand in their way, no matter who is in front of them is a man or woman, children or elderly. Don't they deserve to be called human again? In the underground world, there is no feeling of mutual pity, only 'The strong, the powerful!' If you are still attached to being an agent, then be stronger and do not show your compassion to anyone. A 5-year-old boy from the underground world alone could already kill people."
Julius smiled as he glanced at Carl. "Maybe we'll meet again someday. Until then, you don't make me laugh."
"I guarantee you won't let you down."
"One more thing you need to remember, never trust anyone. The world is full of lies, even the most trusted of friends can be the most unbelievable people at all. The only person you can trust is yourself."
Julius steps up. Slowly the shadow disappeared between the darkness of the night. Today was a pretty memorable day for all, be it for Julius, Marjorie and Carl. The ships they boarded each had left the island in turn. The first ship to depart was the ship of Mr. Almero, the one who suffered the most losses. Shortly followed by Julius' ship and the last state intelligence ship. Mr. Rodgers managed to take down Mr. Black had to get a shot wound in his calf. A wound that is not too severe but still painful. He received his first treatment for a gunshot wound. Of the whole of Mr. Black, only three were captured alive. The rest were found unprofitable.
"Is it still sick?" asked Carl who was staring at his papa wound. He made it back to the ship before Mr. Rodgers and several people were called in to help him clear up what was happening at the auction house.
"not anymore. It's just a small wound. What do you think of your first field mission? A little out of control. Are you still determined to become a state intelligence?"
"I'm getting rounder. I want to be a great agent someday. This trip really taught me a lot of valuable lessons. I came to know what the real underground world meant. I have to grow stronger to become a secret agent."
"I'm happy if you have this kind of determination. Practice hard so you can become a better secret agent than me. But the one you need to remember is not to trust anyone..."
"The only color I can trust is myself" Carl says.
"Where did you hear that?"
"From a friend."
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