Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

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The monastery was full of chickens and dogs, bottles and cans were smashed into pieces, the grass was trampled by leather shoes, and the narrow open-air corridor was crowded with people. Hundreds of gangsters were sweating profusely chasing the running figure in front of them. .

Although they had guns on their waists, none of them dared to point their guns at the man's back, because the man's name was Caesar Gattuso, and he was designated as Cato at birth. The next head of the Suo family.

He will take over the entire Italian gang industry in the future and become the emperor of this underground world. At that time, hundreds of well-known companies in Italy will provide him with VIP services, because the Gattuso family is the major shareholder of these companies.

Although Caesar was under house arrest by Pompey during this period, no one thought he would remain under house arrest forever. One day, he would become a big man who could decide his own life and death with a single sentence, so everyone tied their hands and feet for fear of being hurt. he.

They were not worried that Caesar would escape. They had enough people. There were three circles of siege outside the monastery, a total of six circles inside and outside, and a total of thousands of people guarded the monastery and nearby blocks.

Even without weapons, Caesar could not escape the encirclement.

You know, what the gang members of the new century are best at is not gun battles and street fights, but bullshit.

The most common businesses of gangsters are casinos and loan sharks. In the 21st century, if you put the muzzle of a revolver at the temple of a debtor and pull the trigger, you will get nothing but a cold corpse, and you will pay for it. on homicide.

The job of gangster debt collectors is to recover principal and interest, not to kill people. To complete their own work, they must learn to take advantage of the loopholes in the law. Yu smashing on the door, pouring slop on the window, throwing mice under the door, playing disco in front of your house in the middle of the night, etc.
A qualified gang member must know the law by heart.

If you don't break into a resident's house, it's not considered a burglary. If you report to the police, the police can only treat these things as provocations. There is an essential difference between the two.

Robbery is subject to the criminal law, but provocation is only an illegal act. Italy does not have the death penalty. The maximum sentence for burglary can be life imprisonment, but provocation, with the help of gangsters and police networks, can be released on bail in half a day.

Debt collectors in jail can smoke cigarettes casually with bribed, fat-bellied cops, and then harass the debtor, forcing him to mortgage his RV or even sell his organs. gangster.

Only newcomers who have just joined the gang will feel that the mafia is full of violence and gunpowder, and the older gangsters who have been in the gang for a long time will become full of old fritters, so oily that you can't catch them, they even have serious companies Register for a job and enjoy social benefits.

The people that Pompey chose to guard Caesar were all experienced veterans.

They knew exactly what the boss meant: keep Caesar, but never hurt him.

So when Caesar rushed out of the monastery gate, what he saw was an impenetrable wall of people, and the heads gathered into a sea, covering his vision.

These old fritters huddled together, blocking every passable place, and Caesar clearly saw the glistening sweat flowing on their oily faces, their facial features squeezed together, and their expressions distorted.

There was also the sound of dense and hurried footsteps behind him, which was the crisp sound of hard leather shoes stepping on the stone bricks.

He is surrounded.

He could jump to the top of the human wall, but at that moment, a dozen hands would grab his ankles and pull him into the crowd.

Westerners have a strong body odor, and it will be a stench of hell mixed with strong sweat and body odor. Just thinking about Caesar makes my stomach sick.

He can also try to beat these people. These people will never fight back, and they will take the initiative to get their butt up for Caesar to kick. If Caesar kicks their butt, it is considered a work-related injury, and they can get a lot of subsidies.

They were not worried that Caesar would accidentally kill them, because Pompey assured his subordinates in front of Caesar at the beginning that although his son had a bad temper, he was not a person who would kill innocent people indiscriminately. Thanks to Caesar's mother's education, he still has respect and love for life.

Caesar had to admit that Pompey knew him very well. He knew that these people stopped him only because of Pompey's order. If he went out to kill innocent people indiscriminately in order to escape, it would be equivalent to trampling on his pride.

If he was willing to trample on his pride, he would have obeyed his bastard father a long time ago and inherited the head of the Gattuso family. Why would he use "cultivation" as an excuse to resist here?

He won't kill people randomly, he promised his deceased mother that he would be a real gentleman.

Pompeii also believed that he was a man as proud as the sun, and that such a man would never violate his oath and creed, so he sent out these extreme old fritters who would fight back even if they were beaten or scolded.

However, old fritters alone are not enough.

Why do gangsters dare to make trouble at the debtor's doorstep?

Because they have guns and bullets, they are numerous, and these represent something very simple - power.

The debtors are not as powerful as them, so they can only hide in fear. If the debtors were not protected by the law, he might be dragged directly to the operating table, and a few hours later he would be turned into a frozen organ and sold to someone else. Rich people in need.

If you want to move freely, you must at least have equal strength with the other party.

And Caesar is an A-level mixed race, with the spirit of speech, Kama Itachi, his skills are like a martial arts master with light kung fu, and he also has the stunt of listening to voices and debating positions. Sneak out of the encirclement net of thousands of people.

Besides, even if they were discovered, these people would not dare to point guns at him, which was even more convenient for him.

But after he came here, he never tried to escape once.

Not because he thought it cowardly to run away, but because there was Patsy here.

Caesar turned his head, and the men in suits crowded at the gate of the pointed arched monastery gave way enough for one person to pass.

Patsy stood at the end of the road. He was 183, neither tall nor short among gangsters. His face was soft, his soft golden hair lay listlessly by his ears, and his skin was sickly white, like It is a patient who has lived in the ward for a long time.

If you see him for the first time, you will definitely be deeply attracted by his eyes.

One of his eyes is emerald-like translucent ice blue, and the other eye is full of rich dark gold.

It's not natural, when Caesar first saw him, his eyes were beautiful blue.

Those dark golden pupils represent the power of the bloodline, golden pupils that cannot be extinguished!

"Master, it's time for lunch." Percy bowed to Caesar, his heterochromatic pupils made him look like a well-known Persian cat.

Caesar always feels this way when he gets along with Percy. Percy is always as quiet and docile as a Persian cat, and even full of kindness to you.

But cats are extremely difficult to fathom. Caesar couldn't see Percy's eyes clearly. He never looked at him, and always lowered his head, even now.

Caesar ignored Passy. He stayed in the monastery for 47 days, and he didn't use all of these 47 days to dig tunnels.

He took out from his bosom a shattered piece of china, which fourteen days ago he had smashed into the china plate of wheatbread and secretly hid a smooth piece of china.

He raised his right hand high, and the lens in his hand reflected the sunlight, looking like glittering sequins from a distance.

This is the signal to attack!
People in crimson combat uniforms poured out from the end of the street. They wore reflective masks and held M4 machine guns. They couldn't see their faces clearly. There were only a dozen of them.

The first thing that appeared was Molotov cocktails and smoke bombs, and the oil fires blazed in the streets, choking black smoke spreading with the heat wave and midday wind.

The monastery was built in a sparsely populated suburb, and besides some towers used for offering sacrifices, the surroundings were warehouses for storage. The black smoke and flames burned and spread on the dirt and stone road between the warehouses and the towers.

Those flames and smoke were actually some distance away from the human wall formed by the gangsters and couldn't hurt them, but they had already started to scatter and flee.

Most people who can become veterans put their own interests first.

They are not like hot-blooded young people who can dedicate their lives to their ideals. In other words, they are just grass on the wall and can look at the direction of the wind.

These people can share joys and sorrows, but they must not share sorrows, let alone ask them to sacrifice themselves.

When Pompey arranged for them to come, he never said that there would be terrorist attacks.

When encountering something unplanned, the first thing to ensure is of course the safety of your own life.

When a person lives, he has everything; when a person dies, he has nothing.

However, they didn't run too far, they just hid behind the wall, took out the guns on their waists, and planned to have a gun battle.

Even if Caesar did run away, they would have to show signs of "they fought hard".

At this time, Caesar saw a gap in the crowd, and ran towards the smoke bomb without looking back.

The roar of the motorcycle engine came from the ear, the roaring bright red beast leaped high, broke through the smoke, leaped over the burning wall of fire like an acrobatic show, and when its tires hit the ground, there was Gunpowder smoke lingers around the streamlined body.

The driver was also wearing a crimson combat uniform and a helmet, but that was not a man, but a lunatic woman, with her seductive and graceful lines wrapped in the thick combat uniform.

Caesar blocked the motorcycle with his back, and the guns aimed at the tires of the motorcycle and the woman had to move away.

finally come!Caesar felt that freedom was so close to him!

He tore off the earth-brown coarse cloth monastic uniform on his upper body, and threw it on the ground fiercely. His well-defined muscles and sculptural back were exposed to the sun, and his two huge and powerful chest muscles seemed to embrace the sun.

The drifting motorcycle brought wind and waves, and he jumped up, his blond hair fluttering in the air. Looking from the back, he inevitably reminded people of a "non-human" stand-in messenger.

The cheering Caesar jumped onto the back seat of the motorcycle and put his arms around the driver's waist.

Passy stood at the door of the monastery, silently watching Caesar and the motorcycle that suddenly appeared through the smoke.

The warehouse was on fire, and black smoke and heat waves were rising from the monastery. Before Caesar fled, he seemed to have not forgotten to destroy this place that brought him painful memories.

After all, Passy remembered that Caesar was not a religious person. He never believed in God, but only believed in himself. Sitting in the monastery and meditating like a real ascetic was definitely a very unpleasant experience for him.

The ear became more and more noisy, Patsy's vision suddenly blurred, and he covered his mouth and coughed violently twice.

He stood leaning on the wall, wiped the black blood on his palms with a handkerchief, took out a small unmarked medicine bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cap, and took out a capsule.

The color of the capsule was as bright red as blood, and under the sunlight, some kind of liquid could be seen flowing inside.

He looked at the smoke bomb in the distance, thought for a while, and took out another capsule.

But before taking the capsule, suddenly, his phone rang.

He put away the medicine bottle, held two capsules and connected to the phone first.

The call was very simple, only a dozen seconds, but after the call ended, he carefully put the capsule back, stood up straight, and clapped his hands.

Immediately, a man in a suit wearing sunglasses came to him, leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

He didn't have much communication with this man, he just followed him and got into a black Mercedes amidst the noise.

Many Mercedes-Benz cars were parked near the monastery, and many of them drove in the direction Caesar left after starting.

While warehouses, towers and monasteries were still burning, a team of men used dry chemical extinguishers to extinguish fires caused by incendiary bombs on the road.

The people in the red combat uniforms seemed to only have the purpose of rescuing Caesar. After the smoke cleared, they were nowhere to be seen.

The Mercedes-Benz that Passy rides crosses the road to hell shrouded in flames and black smoke. The reflection of the fiery snake dances on the windshield and is reflected in Passy's ice-blue eyes.

He was silent, watching the Mercedes-Benz leave the traffic, away from other Mercedes-Benz cars, and said in a low voice, "Master, the price of freedom is a luxury."

"That drift is so beautiful, I'm so excited just looking at it!"

Caesar cheered on the motorcycle, stretched out his hands to feel the wind and the breath of the sea, they were racing on the coastal road, and flocks of seagulls flew over the sparkling blue sea.

"Help me take off the helmet."

A woman's voice came from inside the helmet.

"That's right, you have to feel the wind when riding a motorcycle!"

Caesar untied the buckle and drawstring of the red helmet, lifted it up slightly, and freed his smooth crimson hair from the restraint.

"I'm just too hot."

The hair was blown by the wind and hit Caesar's nose, making it itchy.

"We haven't seen each other since March, I miss you very much." Caesar hugged Nuonuo's waist, and he smelled Nuonuo's unique scent.

The woman you love is right in front of you, how can you not hug her tightly?
"Let's say sensational things after leaving Italy." Nuonuo said lightly.

"Don't you miss me?" Caesar said in Nuonuo's ear.

"What are you thinking about? Are you here? There are a lot of men chasing me in the academy, which is enough for me to relieve my boredom."

"I probably can't spend like I used to. The Gattuso family will definitely freeze all my accounts. If you want to break up with me, I will agree."

"What kind of person do you think I am? If I have money, I will like it? I don't like a man, even if I spend 100 billion dollars, I won't have dinner with him."

"Then are you willing to start a great escape with me?"

"Are you stupid, what do you think we are doing now?"

Nuonuo gave Caesar a blank look through the mirror, looked at him with a silly smile, and wondered why her boyfriend looked so idiot.

(End of this chapter)