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Avril has been cheating on him since they met.

With that innocent attitude.

"Your acting skills are really good." Toru Amuro said with a smile.

He should have believed what the director of the mental hospital said.

Emotional deficit, that is, the absence of feelings.

in other words……

Avril is a heartless doll.

Will only do things according to orders from Gin or the organization.

He had already sorted out the timeline in his mind. As early as when Kazami Yuya's accident happened, his undercover identity had been discovered by the organization, and subsequent punishments or tasks... were all intentional by the organization.

The truth of being teased made his face look a little ugly.

Avicril was not the harmless weapons researcher he imagined, but a demon who would kill Yuya Kazami, cut his body into pieces, put it in a suitcase, and send it out in front of him... a demon.

As for why Toru Amuro knew that Yuya Kazami was dismembered...

Because the suitcase cannot contain the complete body of an adult man, it can only be done by removing the limbs and placing them separately.

At this moment, Toru Amuro, who knew that he had been deceived and tricked, felt a boiling murderous intention in his heart.

He couldn't bring Avicril back to the police, but he couldn't take him away with peace of mind either.

The only way is...

Kill Avicril.

Avicril is a heartless doll. The education he received from the organization since he was a child is distorted, which makes him a distorted person.

Put him in a juvenile detention center? It's too dangerous.

He has been completely twisted and there is no way he can turn back.

You can tell by looking at his current behavior, he still looks calm, soft, ignorant and innocent.

The smile on his face never faded.

"You remember everything, right?" Toru Amuro asked again.

"Four years ago, or even earlier, Glenlivet and Tita did everything to you." The blond man looked at the young man with a serious look.

"Yes, I remember." Aito nodded.

This is not something that requires lying.

really.

Avril has not forgotten the past.

Tohru Amuro can understand how the other party is acting now.

"Why didn't you just kill me?" Toru Amuro asked the last question.

Is there anything about him that deserves such torture from the organization?

In the past, if he encountered a traitor, Gin would immediately hunt him down until he completely killed him.

"Because I like Brother Tou and want to be with Brother Tou forever." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy spoke naturally with a smile on his face.

That’s why he killed Yuya Kazami as his contact, eliminated Kuroda Hei as his boss, and tortured Tohru Amuro’s heart.

In order to make him stay by his side willingly.

When Toru Amuro saw the other party like this, he knew clearly in his heart that Avicril was hopeless.

The experience of being imprisoned and the subsequent education he received in the organization turned him into a complete... monster.

But monsters don’t understand people’s hearts.

He was disappointed by this, but he didn't want to stay in the organization because of it.

If there are shadows in the light, then in the darkness you can only survive in the dark.

No matter what, light is always light and darkness is always darkness. Even if a shadow is born in the light and a glimmer is born in the darkness, it will not affect this.

Toru Amuro prefers to clear the shadows for the sake of light, rather than looking for glimmers of light in the darkness.

He has seen a lot of darkness as an orphan since he was a child, so he naturally knows that there is no absolute light or darkness.

But he still chose to become a police officer.

He gave up the idea of ​​saving minors and regarded Avicril as no different from other members of the organization.

"I once thought about... taking you away." His eyes were filled with mixed emotions, and he couldn't tell which emotion was more important, but the hand holding the gun started to move.

"I'm very disappointed, both for you and for myself." He said this and took off the gun in his hand.

If it hadn't been for him, nothing would have happened to Yuya Kazami and Hei Kuroda.

The instigator was Avicril, and as an undercover agent, he knew nothing about it, which was also a mistake.

After the gunfire sounded, he let go of his hand.

The figure of the white-haired boy fell on the snow, crushing the snowman that had been built not long ago.

Blood gushed out from the back of his head, staining the surrounding white snow red.

"Good night, Aito." Toru Amuro stood aside and stared at the figure that could no longer survive, and whispered.

His feelings for Aiwe Kelier are also very complicated. If he had notified the police to secretly take away the imprisoned boy, would everything now not happen?

He gave up on the other party four years ago because of an undercover mission.

Four years later, he personally killed the other party because of his undercover status.

But now that he has done it, he will not regret his choice.

He put away his gun and was about to leave, but the next second he stopped and froze in place.

Something... shot him in the back from behind.

In other words...back chest.

He staggered two steps forward and fell headfirst into the snow.

Feeling the coldness gradually engulfing him, he twitched his lips.

Are you going to die? The organization's snipers are coming...

That's it.

If you die now, you won't be able to keep up with the other four guys...

Or are those four guys waiting for him?

"I solemnly swear to faithfully support the Constitution and laws of Japan, abide by orders and regulations, respect local autonomy, give priority to the performance of police duties, not join groups and organizations that must abide by their rules, not be bound by them in any way, not be afraid of anything, and will not

If you hate anyone, you should use your own conscience to perform your police duties fairly and impartially..."

He vaguely recalled the scene when everyone took the oath together.

Shortly after graduation, Kenji Hagihara died in the line of duty, and some time later, Jinpei Matsuda died in the line of duty. After that, Kagemitsu Morofuku died in the line of duty, and Ko Datea died in the line of duty.

The number of tombs he has to sweep gradually increases.

And now...

Jiang Guling died in the line of duty.

Will someone sweep the five tombs in the future?

As if his mind and soul were frozen, he slowly closed his eyes.

…

"Lelouch said that the reason snow is white is because it has forgotten its original color."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Aito is the child of snow, the snow that falls on my palm."

"Is snow only white?"

"There is another color, snow dyed red."

"Brother, the snow has turned into blood."

There was a steady sound of footsteps, the sound made when stepping on the snow.

"I'm late? Are you still alive?" came an indifferent voice.

The two corpses lying on the ground moved at the same time.

Aito sat up from the snow and touched the back of his head. His brain was penetrated by a bullet and he felt a little uncomfortable. The bullet was stuck inside, which made him feel uncomfortable.

So he stretched out his fingers and dug out the bullet in his head.

The wound on the back of his head slowly healed.

"Brother Scotland, look, the snow is dyed red and turned into blood." He stood up and pointed to a piece of snow dyed red, and said happily to the newly arrived figure.

The man with black hair and blue eyes was carrying a long, heavy-looking backpack. His expression was cold and emotionless.

"Are you ready?" Scotland just looked at the blond figure beside him.

He came here after receiving news from Bourbon.

"It's over. This body will be mine from now on." The blond man rubbed his chest and stood up, raising his eyebrows and saying.

When Feng Gulii believed in the outcome of his own death, he died completely.

Of course, the bullets used in Scotland are not extremely lethal bullets, but specially developed bullets that can make people feel the same power as ordinary bullets, but will not actually kill people.

It's perfect for pretending to be dead.

"Thanks." Bourbon patted Scotland on the shoulder.

"Look at our little pitiful little one. His head was almost blown off by the police's dog. How pitiful." He rubbed Aito's head and sighed, sounding extremely pitiful.

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