Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 222



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The Regressor’s Notepad 222

Eat and Fry (1)

Mafia waiting room. Carlos looked at the screen and calmly settled down. The family members next to him had murderous expressions on their faces.

Zion didn’t die in the Hitman’s attack, and Eva had already been defeated. Of course, the gamble wasn’t over yet, but the outcome was obvious.

“It was my fault. From Eva’s perspective, it must have felt like a ghost had come back to life.”

“… … Boss. What should we do?”

The executive asked. Carlos tilted his head back.

The worst happened twice.

Jahanna’s player figured out the game’s manipulation and survived the Hitman, but Carlos was prepared for the worst.

“Ready?”

“It’s all done. I’ve also received tacit consent from the other eight mafias for one night.”

So, we are left with only two options.

Or go back and give up your stake in Golden Casino,

Or kill Jahanna directly here.

“Get ready.”

“Yes. I will activate the hitmen.”

In a casino where the entire premises are usually a no-mana zone, the Hitman is the strongest force. He is a human weapon who handles guns as if they were his own body and turns all kinds of objects into weapons.

Carlos already has his hitmen hidden throughout this casino.

“You can’t let him live.”

From the moment that woman, Jahanna, discussed Eva’s life, there was no room for negotiation from the beginning.

──It looks like the winner will be decided soon!

The presenter’s shout filled the speakers.

Jahanna sank into the sofa. There was only one game left, but the winner had already been decided.

──This is the final game!

Yes, dopamine seems to be pouring down from the top of my head like a waterfall. My eyes are twitching wildly, and the ecstasy of victory makes my fingertips tremble.

But there’s no time to dwell on it.

You have to prepare for the worst.

[Golden Casino] shares are not easily obtained. This is because it is actually closer to a ‘state’ than a company.

If they lose their 3% stake, it would be a huge blow to the Carlos family. They wouldn’t give it up so easily.

This is a matter of concern not only to the Carlos Family, but to all other mafias.

[Golden Casino] has been the exclusive domain of the mafia since ancient times.

That’s why Jahanna had already prepared an escape route.

Because it’s crazy to have a head-on showdown in the casino, which is basically their home ground.

however…….

Information about dealer Hayes has already been leaked.

The question is not limited to ‘how’.

The most important thing is ‘who’.

In other words, it is a people problem.

Jahanna looked inside in silence.

Her division of six people sharing the same space.

There is a traitor among them.

The ungrateful bastard who leaked his plan is breathing.

“… … Everyone, go outside for a moment. I need to do some organizing.”

They all went out of the waiting room.

Jahanna sat silently lost in thought.

[Chip Leader: Player Zion]

The number one player on the screen is Sion Ascal. With the final game coming to an end soon, the victory is certain.

“Beckman. Come in.”

Jahanna called Beckman first. She handed him a note as he ran towards her like a dog.

“I’ll be there soon, so you go ahead and clear the way. I’ll send the rest of you on other assignments, so keep that in mind.”

“yes!”

Beckman left the waiting room right away. Jahanna then called her casino manager, Beton. She said the same thing to Beton and handed him a note.

“Yes. I will wait.”

“Now bring the next guy… … .”

Jahanna prepared six routes in total and gave one to each of her divisions.

After sending everyone out like that, I quietly buried myself in the sofa.

“……after.”

Now, it’s time to sip some wine and enjoy today’s victory.

If war or death were to prevent us from enjoying such a refreshing victory, nothing would be more absurd than that.

──Now, the final card of the table opens.

Zion Ascal.

He threw away his last chip on the screen.

[Chip Leader: Player Zion]

A large name appeared on the scoreboard. I opened my hand, and Eva opened her hand too.

I am Q triple.

Eva is A toupee.

It was the ending of the last game.

──The winner is player Sion Askar!

At the same time, the host’s shout rang out. A large firecracker exploded. The other players also clapped with trembling faces.

I looked at Eva in it. Eva looked at me and took a deep breath.

──A rookie who appeared like a comet! An out-of-regulation player who won the championship right after his debut, Zion! Please come up to the stage!

After that, it was the awards ceremony. I received the winner’s trophy and medal. I also received a plaque with the winner’s prize money of 60 million renminbi printed on it.

After that, I hugged the tournament organizer and exchanged some pleasantries with the players I played with…

“How did you survive?”

Eva asked me, offering me a handshake.

“Because I’m a bit stronger.”

I took her hand.

“… … Are you in good health?”

“Oh. Even now, I can break your neck with just one finger.”

“… … .”

Eva looked up at me with a hardened face. She tried to shake my hand, but I pulled her away.

“No kidding. There’s still a bullet lodged in my collarbone.”

Then Eva also tried to smile.

“Then, why don’t you kill me now?”

I snickered and twisted the corner of my mouth.

This woman pretends to be calm, but one cannot hide one’s pulse. Eva’s heartbeat is coming from the hand that is holding her. It is shaking so much that it is pitiful.

“Okay. I’ll let you see.”

I let go of her hand. Eva frowned slightly.

“… … You’re going to let me see it?”

“uh.”

In any case, the hitman is probably the work of Eva’s sponsor, Kalos.

Eva would have agreed, of course, but it would have been tiring for both of them to kill him for that reason.

“You said you were going to kill me.”

“It was a bluff. It blew your mind.”

I don’t want to become a criminal in front of everyone. Casinos aren’t extraterritorial, and above all, I’m not a murderer.

“… … .”

Eva’s complexion became subtle. As if she was secretly expecting me to kill her, or inflict some equivalent harm on her.

I knew because of her expression.

There’s something more to it.

“What do you plan to use the prize money for?”

Eva asked quietly.

The prize money is a whopping 60 million renminbi. If you borrow a little, you can build a small building on the golden land in the capital of Edsilla.

“well.”

However, 80% of the money will be reinvested in Jia. As Jahna gains power in [Golden Casino], Jia should also be given the same amount of resources to maintain balance.

The remaining 20% ​​is… … .

“Why not donate to a daycare center or a hospital?”

“nursery school?”

Eva frowned.

“You’ve investigated everything, so how can you pretend not to know anything? You know I came from an orphanage.”

Just as I know Eva’s personal information, Eva will also know me. I need to look into my opponent’s play style and even their life history to come up with the right strategy.

“That’s true, but-”

“Okay. It was a good game today. You did well too.”

I let go of her hand and turned around.

“for a moment.”

Suddenly, Eva grabbed my wrist and whispered in a very small voice.

─Don’t go to the waiting room, go straight out through the casino stairs.

And then he immediately let go of my hand.

“… … .”

There was not a single bit of falsehood in Eva’s voice. Before she could answer, I watched her turn around and leave, smiling faintly.

In this way, if you show kindness instead of killing, sometimes a good boomerang like this will come back to you.

That’s why I don’t want to become a ghost who only kills people.

Jahanna attended the highest social gatherings, where she enjoyed her triumphs in style.

He smiles at the superficial compliments of the approaching mafia, humbly tells them that they are just lucky, and offers them a glass of champagne…

Despite the certainty of an imminent attack, Jahanna remained cheerful.

Showing yourself as sharp as a cat will only make the other person wary. Showing yourself as cowering in the face of death will only make you a warning signal.

She just occasionally fiddled with the revolver in her arms. It was a deadly weapon in the No-Mana Zone. It was a gunpowder weapon powerful enough to pierce a tiger’s skull.

“Okay then. I’ll be going now.”

It was night. Jahanna turned around, waving to the socialites. They were all complimenting her. It was so rich it was almost painful to listen to.

As soon as Jahanna left the social circle, she sensed a presence following her.

It’s not security. I couldn’t trust the security guards in the first place, so I bit them all.

She took the stairs to the top of society.

This casino boasts the size of a small city. However, there is a building similar to Libra’s diplomatic mission nearby, so you can take an escape route there.

Jahanna took out her revolver as she descended the stairs. There was no sound of pursuit from above. Had she already chosen the elevator?

She came out into the 43rd floor hallway.

It was a dark space.

Most of it was empty, and the sound of Jahanna’s own footsteps could be clearly heard.

At that moment.

“!”

Jahanna quickly rolled over. It was an instinctive sense of danger.

Chaeng─!

A male and female were stuck vertically from above. A hitman in a suit was hanging from the ceiling.

Bang─!

Jahanna fired her revolver. The man ducked like a bat and was gone in an instant.

Knock!

At the same time, the entire 43rd floor went dark. The entire space was filled with pitch black.

“… … .”

She walked cautiously, her location discovered, but she had no fear.

Right now, his intuition is colder than ever. His senses are as sensitive as a bird’s. He will definitely be able to sense whoever is coming…

At that moment, I was taking a step back.

Bam-

Something touched her back. It felt like it was a person. Jahanna’s hair stood on end. In an instant, her breathing stopped.

However, even in such a tense situation, her reasoning is still very tense. If she were a hitman, there would be no need to physically touch. She would just kill him the moment he approaches, and that would be it.

Therefore──

“fizzle.”

A voice telling you to be quiet and muffle your sounds.

A hand reached out from behind and snatched Jahanna’s revolver. Then, aiming at the darkness ahead, she pulled the trigger.

Bang──!

Ugh!

The sound of a gunshot and a final word mingled. Red gunpowder and blood gushed out from the darkness. Jahanna saw the man lying down like a blade of grass.

He’s the hitman who just dropped a male and female from the ceiling.

“… … It seems like there’s a hitman waiting on each floor. However, since hitmen work individually, our location won’t be discovered.”

The voice explaining the Hitman’s physiology sounded quite familiar. The cold, calm voice was quite pleasant to listen to.

Jahanna looked back at him.

“Why is Princess Jahanna alone?”

As expected, Zion Ascal.

He handed the revolver back. Jahanna took it in her hand and answered.

“Because I can’t trust anyone.”

She passed a note to her division with an escape route written on it.

However, once a traitor has infiltrated you, the odds are 1/6. There is at least a 16% chance that you will be betrayed and lose your life.

If the 16% risk is death, it’s a gamble that doesn’t pay off.

Moreover, one cannot help but think of the possibility that the traitor may be the first to realize one’s intentions.

So, in reverse, without anyone among the six choosing, he explores the odds alone.

That’s the Jahanna way.

“okay.”

Zion nodded.

“Then let’s go. First… … ”

He took off the hitman’s shoes.

“High heels are tracked.”

Then, he knelt down on one knee and took off Jahanna’s high heels himself.

Even though she may seem easygoing on the outside, she has a strong aristocratic ego and would be embarrassed to even take off her shoes.

Zion wore shoes that were a little too big for her small feet.

“It may be hard to walk, but you won’t be tracked by your footprints. Also… … .”

Zion stood up. Jahanna quietly looked up at him as he stood up straight for a moment.

“I apologize for my rudeness.”

He reached out and smoothed Jahanna’s hair. He swept her long hair up into an apple-like ponytail and placed a large beret-like hat over it.

Jahanna stood still until then.

“Now, put this on.”

Finally, Zion took off his outer garment. Jahanna draped it over her shoulders and looked at Zion’s collarbone.

The blood was stuck on and black.

“… … Did you get injured on your way here?”

“… … .”

Zion looked at my shoulder without saying a word. There was still bleeding around my collarbone.

“It’s nothing special. This is what’s important.”

Zion handed her the trophy.

The World Series of Poker trophy. Jahanna thought to herself as she accepted it.

“Then, I will show you the way.”

Is Zion Ascal really trustworthy?

The judgment on that questionable proposition unfolded like an instinct.

‘Yes’.