The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

When Risout was still a child, his parents died in a car accident.

In order to get the little pension from the car owner, his relatives are rushing to raise him, like a gear of fate, every gap needs to be filled.

Many years later, things like fate are hard to say. Every time you make a decision, you will pay its due price. Risout sometimes thinks, if I choose another path, the path most people take, life will be there. What is beautiful?

But that was terrible. He probably won’t have a better cousin than Dari Nero (later renamed).

At that time, his cousin was a despicable villain, and his aunt was ill in bed, and the nightmare haunted the family. Lisoute came to this family in this very hot summer in Sicily.

The dilapidated eaves, the quarreling uncles and parents, and the two brothers who steal their parents' money to buy ice water under the eaves in the muddy air will smile and talk. Sometimes in the hot climate of up to 40 degrees, the cousin always fanned him, told him beautiful legends about Sicily, and healed his wounds from the loss of his parents.

Lisute, don't be sad, otherwise your parents will not be able to ascend to heaven because they don't want you.

When Risout returned to Sicily, he received a call from the American relief station. His best cousin, his only relative, had left the world forever.

The cause of death was a strange explosion, and even a complete body could not be found.

He immediately flew to the United States, the man who couldn't even go back to his hometown because his cousin always escaped into the abyss of the gang.

It was raining the day he came, with noisy rain and sad heart. He stood alone in front of the tombstone. Unlike Sicily, the weather in California is always mild, sometimes rainy.

He clenched his fists, once again feeling the feeling of revenge for his cousin's son years ago, and he came to the place where his explosion happened.

I have to say that the SPW consortium is very beautiful in disguise, but it is obvious that it is a stand-in attack.

Someone's stand-in fights, and even the stand-in will not see the civilians involved.

At this time, the people at the relief station asked him if he would take over, his cousin's only adopted son-Jonson Joffrey.

It was a gloomy child. When Risout saw Jonson, although he always behaved like a child, he couldn't hide the charm of his body so much.

Lisute has been walking between life and death for a long time, jumping back and forth in the shadow and darkness, light and light.

This child is not a simple person.

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The wind in Naples at night is always soft, without any fishy smell on the face, the peaceful Tyrrhenian harbour and the temporarily dormant Mount Vesuvius, poor streets and golden halls, this is the richest and poorest place in southern Italy. The city is also the Garden of Eden of the gangsters.

"I found the best language school for you." Lisoute pointed to every word in the document that caused him a headache, for fear of missing the important terms of the school.

Johnson did not answer him, but instead asked him: "What does uncle do?"

Lisoute looked up at him, not wanting to give the child an overly unstable life.

"transportation."

Is it dedicated to sending people to heaven?

Jonson turned his head to the side and looked at the flowing street from the outside of the apartment. He had no affection for the assassination team. In contrast, he was better than Giorno Chobana. When I arrived at the airport, I didn't encounter this old driver who was running a black car because of the mutual attraction of the double messengers.

But maybe he is still very young, and he hasn't discovered the big business opportunity of driving a black car at the airport.

"Ding Dong—"

"Jonson, open the door."

It's a courier.

"Is this Mr. Risout Nero's home?" The courier lazily looked at the name stuck on the courier box, "Sign for it, cash on delivery."

"Oh," Jonson nodded, looking at a box like a five-square LCD screen. Of course, there is no LCD screen in this era.

"Chenghui Lira 1,273."

I guess it was something I had when I was in the United States. I entrusted a moving company to send it. The logistics in Italy is really fast. It almost catches up with SF Express. It's a bit expensive, but it's sent from the United States and it's so heavy.

The five boxes were a bit heavy, so he moved them all the way to the home garden, took a knife from the kitchen, and started to open the courier.

Lisoute frowned slightly when he heard the voice, with an inexplicable premonition, but then thought that his house in Naples was a real estate for Jonson's life, and even his team members didn't know the specific location.

As the leader of the assassination team, he had a lot of feuds, and the foreign express did not dare to open it casually.

Just when he was about to remind Jonson, he received a call from Proschert.

Proschede's voice became a bit strange after the distortion of the electronic sound. He was usually calm, and his tone was a little more confused.

"I heard that you are arranging the life of your nephew. We are now in the base in Naples. All members have received strange couriers, but they haven't been opened yet. Do you want to come over?"

Risoutt shook the phone's hand tightly, trembling slightly, before answering, he called first—

"Johnson, don't open the courier!"

He threw the phone aside, ran to the home garden, and saw Jonson sinking into deep contemplation at the head of the five-cut man soaked in formalin.

Jonson sat on the shoe box, folded his hands on his mouth, frowned, and stared at these human slices intently, with the look of August Rodin's meditators.

Lisoute first saw Jonson, who was silent, and then saw the five human body slices soaked in green liquid. No blood stains were processed intact. His eyes showed almost hideous eyes, and his eyeballs almost burst out, as if they were Like a live cutting, the section of the section is complete and conforms to the most rigorous sectioning method. It seems that you can see the clear blood vessels between the sections, and even the brain does not flow out, maintaining the original shape.

The workmanship can be said to be exquisite.

Even Risute was shocked. The five human body slices came from different parts of the body and could not be spliced ​​into a complete human form.

Enemy? Or who? Why do you know my property in Naples? Is it that my actions have been monitored by him.

"Uncle, are you a gangster?" Johnson raised his head and asked Lisoute quietly.

Rarely, this murderous, machine-like Risout did not know how to explain to Jonson.

Jonson himself was also at a loss. His original plan was to learn Italian, study his substitutes, and continue to pretend to be children. But I didn't expect that an accident happened when I opened a courier. Jonson couldn't help but fell into thought. When he saw five human slices, how should a child like me react?

"You're still a stand-in messenger, right?" Johnson asked seriously.

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