Interesting. You aren't the original Number 27. Who are you?
27 was very confused: "I am 27."
Number 1's expression clearly showed that he didn't believe it. 27 felt wronged; he was himself, even though he had lost his memory, he wouldn't mistake his own identity.
Tsk, make whatever excuses you want, just fight me.
Without waiting for 27 to react, he launched a swift attack, 27 responded by blocking the attack instinctively.
Quickly shifting from defense to offense, he pinned No. 1 beneath him in a short while, his hands gripping the other's hands like steel.
Those beautiful, emerald-green eyes no longer held the darkness from before; instead, they were filled with rage and unyielding will. He glared fiercely at him, saying, "You really have been hiding your true strength."
Ah, does he?
Those pure, large eyes revealed exactly that.
Hmph, I don't care who you actually are. If you fight me every day starting tomorrow, I'll help you hide this news. Otherwise, heh.
How could things turn out like this? How could it have become like this?
27 Can't make sense of it.
After the mission ended, Number 1's title as a partner killer became even more firmly established, because this time his partner had his hands and feet broken by him, leaving him in a vegetative state.
It was just that the atmosphere at the Training Camp had become different; besides the star contestant No. 1, a newcomer had suddenly emerged, capturing most people's attention.
That would be number 27. Since some unknown day, the two had become inseparable, a little tail had appeared by the side of number 1, who had always been a loner.
Some say that number 27 just got incredibly lucky to be chosen by number 1, allowing him to live a life of luxury even in the Training Camp as his subordinate.
Some people say Number 1 has become even more perverted; before, he only tortured his partner, but now he's even started raising his own subordinates, so he must definitely want to torture them. Those subordinates must be suffering a lot behind the scenes.
27 didn't know whether it was hard or not; he only knew that the food on the second floor of the canteen was incredibly delicious. Having spent two days drinking nothing but pot-washing water, 27 was moved beyond words and ended up overeating on the very first day.
While eating, he also had to endure Number One's disdainful gaze.
“What are you looking at? When you eat something delicious, you just can't help but eat a little more.”
Heh, what an idiot, exposing your weaknesses so directly. In the future, no one will even notice if someone poisons your food.
27's hands trembled: "I'm just an ordinary person, why would you poison my food?"
This response only earned Number 1 an even more incredulous look: "From the very moment you stepped in here, you haven't been anything close to ordinary; it's either death or climbing higher and higher."
27 nodded, took another bite of food, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. "Number 1, you're a good person."
He was truly sighing in admiration, not realizing that these words were like poking a hornet's nest. Number 1's expression became extremely unsightly, he said to him through gritted teeth, "Shut up, no more eating. Come outside and spar with me."
No. 1 had a private training room that was very large; the two of them sparred inside until they lost track of time, finally ending with 27 consecutive victories.
From that day on, the two were inseparable. They spent a vast amount of time every day sparring together, except for when they had to go out on necessary missions, they were never apart.
It was just that 27 was truly too powerful; although Number 1's strength grew every day, he never once achieved victory.
Sometimes, seeing No. 1 looking so pathetic, gasping for breath on the ground, No. 27 also wanted to give him a break, but his hand unconsciously increased its strength, knocking the man flat.
The two lived together in a state of constant bickering every day, because one was a chatterbox and the other was a cold, handsome man.
Chapter 75: Conan Live Day 34
Number 1, you need to blow-dry your hair after washing it. Don't go straight to bed; if your pillow gets wet, you won't sleep well, you'll get migraines when you're older.
Number 1, you can't just eat meat; you need to eat vegetables too. Vegetables are rich in fiber, otherwise you'll get constipated—ahhh! Is the word 'constipation' not allowed to be said? I'm sorry, I won't say 'constipation' next time.
Number 1, you need to apply medicine to those wounds, otherwise they'll leave scars. What 'scars are a man's medal'? We are children, not men. Those are medals for men, not for us.
Number 1, Number 1, how do you do this cipher homework? Can I copy yours? My head hurts so much, can you see if it's about to start smoking?
Number 1, Number 1, why are all your clothes black? We aren't Death Gods, so maybe you should buy something red next time; that way, if blood gets on it, it won't be noticeable.
Number 1, what should I do? I tripped and fell again just now, my knees hurt so much. You also need to make sure to wear long johns; the night wind is so cold, if you don't pay attention now, you'll get old-age leg aches when you're older, you won't even be able to sleep comfortably.
Number 1, you need to get enough sleep and not sleep so little, otherwise you'll lose your hair in the future. The hair you worked so hard to grow is so beautiful; it would be such a shame to lose it. Besides, you are already very good-looking; it wouldn't be good if you became bald. Although your forehead would be very shiny like that, it wouldn't be safe at night.
Number 1, Number 1, Number 1..
It felt as if a hundred ducks were clamoring in his ears every single day.
“Number One, you can't say it like that, you're being too dramatic. Those are 100 ducks; if they all quack together, you'll find it noisy. You won't be able to sleep well then, besides, they don't know how to use a toilet. You'll have a very hard time shoveling their poop.”
Number 1 couldn't take it anymore. Had he found a sparring partner or a father figure? Every day, he was subjected to old-man talk right in his ear, babbling about things like baldness and aching joints—what on earth was he talking about?
Number 1, are you angry? I'm only saying this because I truly care about you. If you're always getting angry like this, it won't be good for your internal organs..
He couldn't take it anymore. Number 1 pulled out a gun on the spot and pointed it at 27: "I told you to stop talking! Are you a quacking duck, constantly whining? Say one more word and I'll kill you!"
27 blinked her innocent, large eyes, her face conveying a single meaning: See, you're getting worked up again; I told you not to get angry.
27 made a tentative suggestion: "How about I buy you some chrysanthemum tea?"
Reduce the heat.
Who the hell caused this, then they have the nerve to say chrysanthemum tea helps with heat?
If I kill you right now, it will be good for every single one of my organs!
"But Number One, you can't beat me." He had never won a fight against him.
Speaking of this, No. 1 felt a surge of helpless rage. It was true; he had never defeated this freak. He didn't even know what kind of freak had popped out from under some rock, but despite having no meat on his bones, the guy possessed considerable strength and a wealth of skill. Even he would have broken into a cold sweat from the opponent's proficient assassination techniques.
That kind of swift, lethal technique—if 27 hadn't been consciously controlling himself, he would have died thousands of times over.
So is everyone else blind? Don't they realize that 27 has become a different person!
“Get up, shut up, don't you dare say another word without my permission. Now, put your clothes on and come with me on a mission immediately.”
No. 1 didn't want to deal with him, so he put on his clothes and gave a kick to No. 27, who was lying curled up on the ground in a state of post-satisfaction.
27 opened his eyes dizzily, the first thing he saw was 1 standing there, silhouetted against the light.
No matter how many times he looks at No. 1's appearance, he is always stunned by his beauty.
His deep-set features gave him an incredibly aggressive charm; the first time people saw him, they would be pulled into a whirlpool by that demonic, sharp face, only to be pierced and jolted awake by those ruthless eyes.
The most striking part was that beautiful long hair; it didn't soften his sharpness in the slightest, but instead exuded a prickly, hedgehog-like aura, as if those soft strands had turned into silver needles.
Number One, look closely.
With that thought, he said exactly that.
As expected, No. 1's expression darkened even further, then he gave No. 27 another kick.
Well, Number 1's temper flared even more; it seemed that some chrysanthemum tea was urgently needed.
Thinking this way, in order to avoid being kicked again, 27 submissively stood up; at a time like this, he couldn't afford to make anyone angry, otherwise his delicious meal would fly away.
Number 1 could really manage to go without giving him food.
Once he had eaten well, it would be impossible to make him go back to eating soup made of rotten leaves.
Is it a temporary mission, just the two of us?
Cut the nonsense and just follow me. If you dare to hold me back, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks.
But Number 1 has never agreed to anything I've said.
.. Shut up.
Oh.
Following Number 1 to complete tasks was actually quite simple; one only needed to listen to him, keep up with his pace, be able to defeat the enemies. Number 1 handled everything, from attack routes to enemy base weaknesses.
27. You just need to follow him and make sure you don't hold him back.
Nene, Number 1 is clearly such a easygoing person and takes such good care of me. Why does everyone say you're a partner killer?
No. 1's face was covered in frost. "If you want to know, heh, then get down for me."
After saying that, he kicked 27 out, sending him rolling into the center of the enemy's line of sight.
27 stared blankly at the various firearms pointed at him, then looked at Number 1, who was smiling sinisterly in the shadows, slowly, very slowly, stood up.
Well, he probably knew why Number 1's reputation had become so bad.
This was all of his own making.
Once Number 1 finished cleaning up the enemies, he stood with his arms crossed, a bloodthirsty smile playing on his lips in the shadows. "Alright, the trash has all been cleared out. Now, tell me who was whispering bad things about me in your ear."
He looked as if he were going to chop vegetables.
In short, it seemed to be the first time the two had partnered up without any accidents. After that, Number 1 would look for Number 27 every few days to go on missions. The mission locations were all over the place; Number 27 only knew to follow him into cars, onto boats, onto planes, traveling to various places to complete different tasks.
The two lived like this for a short time. People in the Training Camp would automatically keep their distance when they saw 27, because he was a wolf-killer; the fact that he could partner with 1号 for so long without being killed meant he definitely had some real skills. They couldn't afford to mess with him.
27's status has risen significantly, he is now tacitly accepted as 1's Golden Partner.
Another day, a person approached the two of them and stated bluntly that this group was ready to go out and work. Now, they were needed to carry out a daunting mission: to assassinate a Mexican drug lord. If the assassination were successful, that person would be allowed to leave the Training Camp and truly enter the upper echelons of the organization in the outside World 73.
On the night the mission was issued, the Training Camp was already running red with blood; everyone here knew that to go out, they not only had to complete the mission, but more importantly, they had to watch their own people's backs.
Rather than letting chaos erupt later, it would be better to nip the danger in the bud now; friends killing each other and comrades turning on one another are all standard procedures.
The Teachers had evacuated long ago that night, yet the scent of blood lingering above the Training Camp never dissipated, the chirping of insects outside the window never ceased, only growing louder and louder.
27 and 1 are the same.
27 kept dodging. He didn't know why it was like this, he wanted to persuade Number 1: "Why must we kill each other? Wouldn't it be better to cooperate? Aren't we already friends and good partners? Why must it be this way?"
Number 1's attacks did not cease: "Naive. I anticipated this day the very moment you stepped inside. There are no friends here; everyone is your enemy. It is either you die, or I do."
27 shouted, "This isn't right, this isn't right!"
Number 1 said coldly, "Take those naive ideas of yours to hell."
27 didn't want to go against Number 1, so he ran away; after all, the other party couldn't beat him anyway.
He was going to Mexico, he wanted to get there ahead of the others; he didn't want to engage in mutual slaughter with Number 1. That was too cruel; weren't they good friends?
1 did not chase after 27; he watched the other's figure disappear into the dark night, remaining silent for a long time before finally letting out a scoff, full of mockery.
27 overestimated himself; he got lost in the bustling metropolis, it was only thanks to a child named Zero and his childhood friend Hiromitsu that he was sent onto a plane bound for Mexico.
Once he arrived in Mexico, he had to find that big drug lord all by himself again. By the time he had cautiously reached the enemy's lair, he saw Number 1 exerting his mighty power inside.