The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Jiaqiu said quietly: "In addition to avenging Sobel and Gerrard, we can also control the money in the hands of the boss! There are endless DU products routes, and we want to become the new boss."

There was another silence, and Iruso couldn't help saying: "Gaqiu, are you dreaming? We don't even know who the boss is. How can we kill him? You are against the whole of Italy!"

Jonson Joffrey glanced at Illuso and couldn't help sighing, I know!

"No," Prosciutt said calmly: "BOSS will not trust us at all. Things have happened one after another. I, Prosit, won't stay in this organization anymore. Captain, instead of worrying about it for a lifetime, it's better to vote. Great, this is my prostitution's law of gangsters!"

"Big Brother..." Bessie said in surprise.

"Bessie, make your own judgment." Proschede smiled gracefully.

"You really can't help it. Since we want to investigate the organization, we must at least have a way?" Hormaggio kicked the cat away, although he looked helpless, but apparently agreed.

"Dimolto!" Meloni licked his lips. "I knew that US.boy would definitely not be able to do anything good. But there is really no way. I have tolerated this organization for a long time. It's time for them to see what our team is. Strength."

"Hey, are you all crazy?" Iruso clapped his hands, hating iron and steel and said: "Okay! I ask you! What do we do! We don't even know whether the boss is a human!"

"The hometown of Boss is in Sardinia."

"Think about it carefully, the organization is in Italy...what did you just say?!"

Jonson Joffrey took a deep breath and released another heavy news, "Boss's hometown is in Sardinia."

"..."

"How do you know? Jonson." Lisouter reacted.

"I heard Polbo say," Jonson said with his red eyes open, without changing his face: "He revealed it when we were fighting."

"..."

Polbo is a high-ranking cadre who rules almost the entire southern Italy. Although the traces of the boss claim to exist that no one knows, if Polbo knows it, it seems that it can explain the past. Polbo thinks he can win. It's normal to say something angry.

But the most important thing is that the assassination team has nothing to pin on. The reason why they have not opposed the organization for so long is not that the organization is too strong. Which of them is not a person with a hundred or ten lives (except Bessie). Life and death have long been ignored. The fundamental reason for not opposing is actually not knowing how to resist.

The real resistance of the assassination team was not until two years later, they tracked down the location of Terry Hugh, that is, it took two full years to investigate Terry Hugh.

But now, a sentence from Jonson has changed everything.

This is information.

Suddenly, as if from heaven to hell, the kings of the assassination team couldn't help but have nothing to say. They were silent for a long time, until the air was about to be frozen, and Risout finally spoke:

"Then, let's go to Sardinia Island and search for the trace of the boss! Let's leave in ten minutes!"

As soon as Risout's voice fell, the members of the team began to return to the room to pack their belongings. Risout gave Jonson a silent glance, "Why didn't you get injured in the fight with Polbo?"

Jonson frowned and recalled that he could not help but feel a little headache because of his hard and humorous life in the fully-staffed sewer.

"I can extract energy from other objects and restore my own energy." Johnson said: "It provides enough energy for the wound to heal, and by the way, I also repaired clothes."

Lisouth was shocked. Jonson went on to say: "I just discovered it too."

"Not bad." Risute smiled, "Use your ability to protect yourself."

After all the members were assembled, they opened the door and formally took the first step to betray the enthusiastic organization.

Prosciut lowered his green eyes, looked down at Jonson, and suddenly said in his ear:

"There is always a feeling that all this is arranged by you. First let us defect from the organization, and then give us information, is it weird here? Our every move seems to be driven by you."

Prosciutt's tone was inaudible, but it came into Jonson's ears plainly, but Jonson tilted his head and showed a puzzled expression, as if to say: "What are you saying, I don't understand Italian."

Prosciutt sneered, stretched out a hand to poke his chest, and said close to him: "Bessie is very afraid of you. Although he is a mommy, he is sometimes unexpectedly sensitive and talented."

"Hey, Jonson Proschert, what are you two doing, do you want to open the room? Hurry up," Jiaqiu yelled.

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"The reward order has come out."

Bugarati was silent for a long time, and suddenly she said, the lady proprietor of the restaurant brought four cakes and nodded at Bugarati with a smile.

Bugarati replied, and then said: "The assassination team has confirmed the mutiny."

Hearing this, even Naranjana cake's hand stiffened, hanging in the air, looking at Bugarati dumbfounded.

"Organization means-who can kill Risout, who is the new cadre!" Bugarati closed his eyes and sighed.

Apache's hand on the table tapped the table slightly, "What should I do now? The whole of Italy will be chaotic. All the gangs will be dispatched to catch Lisoute, even if it is like Belluni in the north, they will do it!"

"More than that, the South is really miserable," Fogg calmly analyzed: "Without Boerbo's management, the entire South will be caught in a disaster of turf, money, route, and business! Managed by gangsters. The southern empire will be completely wiped out, at least until the next cadre appears."

Naranga looked at Apache, then at Fuge, but he didn't know how serious it was.

Bugarati crossed his hands to his mouth, thought for a while, then suddenly stood up, walked to the window of the small restaurant, and looked at the pedestrians outside the window.

The child kicked the football into the air and fell again. Several impoverished old Italian women showed tired expressions, exchanging goods and money.

This is Italy, his hometown.

The calm surface reveals the true sadness, because you don’t know the future of these people. The elderly old woman may have a child who **** du at home, or a child who plays football, and loses the future completely because of the proliferation of du products.

He looked down at his hand, and the sorrow from the heart spread.

What can be changed if you are so powerless? He couldn't even stop the people on his own territory from sucking du. The childhood nightmare entangled this sensible child from a poor fishing village.

A few pigeons flew across the blue sky of Naples. The blue sky suddenly reminded him of his dream when he was still in a small fishing village.

Bugarati's frowning brow suddenly loosened, he clenched his fist, turned to the members of his group, and slowly said:

"Foge, Apache, Naranga."

"I want to be a cadre."

Naranga looked at Bugarati blankly, his back to the window, like an angel in the backlight, the cake he put to his mouth stopped abruptly.

Naranja finally gave up the cake and clapped his hands vigorously, "Bugarati is going to be a cadre!"

It's completely a matter of horoscopes, but Naranja is completely convinced that Bugarati wants to be a cadre! He said he wanted to be, he would definitely be!

"Of course it's good to be a cadre," Fuge said, but calmly analyzed: "But our team has too few members, and the strength is definitely not as strong as the powerful assassination team!"

"Nothing, Aviation Smith is very strong, even if the plane crashes, I will let Bugarati be a cadre!"

"Shut up Naranga!" Fuge shouted helplessly: "Some things are difficult to do even with the consciousness of a crash!"

Naranja had nothing to say.

"Nevertheless, we still have to try," Apache suddenly said: "Try to find a way. Failure is to do nothing."

"You are right," Bugarati smiled: "I have already thought about it. We have too few members. I will decide to find more partners tomorrow!"

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Good night everyone, see you tomorrow!