The Demon's Menu-Chapter 775: Avoiding Trouble, Losa 11 (2)
Chapter 775 -19 Avoiding Trouble, Losa 11_2
"In the end, it was my turn,”
"I hoped someone would help me, I wished just for a tiny bit of aid, just a little would have sufficed. And then, I suddenly thought of my own indifference, my selfishness.”
"Given that, why should I expect help from others?”
"But Roslor, you helped me!”
"Roslor, do you know how I felt then?”
"It was like a beam of light coming through, shining right into my heart. I felt alive in that moment, as if I had just woken up from a long and terrible nightmare.”
...
Billder looked at Roslor, pouring out his innermost thoughts.
Roslor, whose palm had been grasped by Billder, listened to this confession, his hanging hand involuntarily tightening its grip as he clasped that hand back.
Both men, flawed but still harboring that last bit of good in them, finally saw their true selves at this moment.
The two men stood face to face.
Different faces.
Different personalities.
But both felt as though they were looking into a mirror.
They suddenly knew what they wanted.
Redemption!
To redeem themselves as much as possible.
However, before that—
"I have an idea,”
Billder said.
"I agree,”
Roslor nodded without asking what the idea was.
Billder pointed into the distance.
There, at the center of Zone F.
There stood a building that remained brightly lit even under the cover of night.
Its dazzling brilliance made the building seem all the more towering and profound.
"You’re thinking?”
Roslor guessed what Billder had in mind in an instant.
"To do something those guys want to do but can’t manage to accomplish.”
"And incidentally, save your family as well,”
Billder stated.
Then the former security consultant paused and asked, “Have you heard of those guys?”
"Hmm.”
"I’ve heard of them.”
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"Rumors say they lurk in the shadows, always moving in secrecy—they represent the best hope for those at the bottom.”
Roslor nodded.
"Perhaps with a bit of luck, we might even get their help,”
Billder said as he took confident strides toward the distant ‘Game’ building.
Roslor quickly followed suit.
Soon, the night swallowed their figures.
When they reappeared, they were already in front of the ‘Game’ building.
Billder, who had washed himself three times with water and body wash and changed into fresh clothes, relied on his knowledge of the ‘Game’ building and easily entered its parking garage.
More smoothly still, they spotted the ‘Losa Family’ car.
Losa 11!
A target couldn’t be any better.
More suitable than the agents of the ‘Gibson Family,’ ‘Hera Family,’ or ‘Amiel Family.’
Because Losa 11 was a direct member of the ‘Losa Family,’ a person of sufficient importance.
At this time, Billder, already greatly enhanced by the potion, easily dealt with the ‘Losa Family’ bodyguards.
No killing.
Just knocking them out and tossing them into the trunk.
And the surveillance?
It had been temporarily ‘adjusted’ by Billder.
This wasn’t difficult; the hard part was not getting discovered for an extended period.
But luckily, just two minutes after completing all of this, Losa 11 appeared, alone, and got into the car.
"It’s you!”
Losa 11’s eyes widened in shock upon seeing Billder.
Billder was a familiar face to Losa 11, not because of his role as the ‘Send Family’ security consultant—a mere security consultant wouldn’t be memorable to Losa 11.
The recognition was purely due to his involvement in investigating the assassination attempt on Send 9.
But wasn’t he supposed to have been in a car accident and become a vegetable?
Could it be…
Quickly, Losa 11 pieced together the possibilities.
"Don’t hurt me.”
"We can talk. Any terms.”
Losa 11 raised his hands, appeasing as he spoke.
"I hope Mr. Losa 11 can contact the ‘Send Family’ and have them release Roslor’s family,”
Billder said quickly and clearly.
"Roslor?”
Losa 11 furrowed his brow.
In his memory, there was no name for this person either.
Subconsciously, Losa 11 glanced towards the driver’s seat.
Roslor noticed Losa 11’s gaze, instinctively saluted, but then realized that doing so was inappropriate and immediately wanted to show a fierce expression.
However, by this time, Losa 11 had already shifted his gaze towards Billder.
"Where are my driver and bodyguard?”
Losa 11 asked.
"They are both in the trunk,”
Billder replied truthfully.
"Both?”
Upon hearing Billder’s words, Losa 11’s expression turned strange.
Then, the 11th successor of the Losa Family couldn’t help but sigh out loud.
"Ah.”
"I couldn’t escape after all,”
A bitter smile appeared on Losa 11’s face.
With the assassination of Send 9, he knew that things would not be that simple.
He still hesitated.
He should have left Zone F as soon as Send 9 was attacked.
Never mind being suspected of something.
It was still better than being dragged into a scheme at this time.
Billder noticed the expression on Losa 11’s face and felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
Once serving as the ‘Send Family’s’ security consultant, Billder quickly thought of a critical point.
"Isn’t your style to have one driver and one bodyguard, and then a team of ‘bodyguards’ would secretly follow?”
As Billder asked this, sweat beaded his forehead.
"That’s the style of the ‘Send Family.’
‘Losa Family’ doesn’t operate like that,”
"We prefer to be more open and upright,”
Losa 11 spread his hands helplessly, looked at Billder, and said softly, “The target isn’t just Send 9 but also me! And you guys make the perfect ‘scapegoats.’
"No different from that ‘Galen.’
As he spoke, Losa 11 sighed again.
Billder and Roslor looked at each other, both seeing shock in the other’s eyes.
"Has my movement been anticipated?”
Roslor said incredulously.
"Hmm, it’s possible!”
Billder nodded, instinctively thinking of the potion that the blurry figure had fed him during the car accident.
"Damn it!”
Billder cursed under his breath.
The former security consultant was not only annoyed by his own miscalculation but also because in the distance—
Footsteps sounded.
A group of people in black suits, holding weapons, appeared in the distance.
"Roslor, you need to get out of here now.”
"Find a safe place to hide.”
"After that I
"You think you can take them all on by yourself?”
"Don’t deny it, that’s exactly what I thought before, I know exactly what I looked like, and it’s the look you have now.”
Roslor interrupted Billder, the doctor pulled at his collar, and grabbed the pistol he had been clutching tightly. He looked at Billder and deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone, “I’m just a doctor, I don’t have any safe houses or such things, once you’re dead, I’m as good as dead, so I think we can give it a shot.”
Billder’s lips moved slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.
Roslor was speaking the truth.
How could you expect a doctor to be so well-prepared?
Unlike some writers with persecution complex.
"Let’s go for it!”
Resolve flashed in Billder’s eyes.
And just as the two of them were ready to take action, Losa 11 let out a long sigh of relief.
"It’s good, it’s not the worst scenario.”
Losa 11 muttered to himself.
Naturally, this caught the attention of Billder and Roslor.
"If it were me, I would have installed a bomb in this car, and after you got on, and I got on, I would detonate the bomb and then clean up the scene.”
"After all, in the end, there would be no evidence, and the dead can’t speak.”
"And abandoning such a straightforward method for a more complicated one
"He wants to capture us alive.”
Losa 11 explained.
Then, Losa 11 looked at Billder and Roslor very seriously.
"If you want to live, listen to me.”
"Now
"Take me hostage!”
