Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 102 The Silly Son of the Landlord's Family

Italy, Sicily.

Some people say that the territory of Italy is a foot for kicking a ball, then the Sicilians will definitely protest, because Sicily is the ball being kicked.

This place has beautiful scenery and an extremely advantageous geographical location, whether it is farming or doing business, it is a good place.

But the bad thing is that this place is so superior. Many surrounding countries want to come here to share a piece of the pie. It belongs to the small Xuzhou in Western Europe, and it is a battleground for military strategists.

It was in this land where the Romans came and the Arabs came, and the Arabs came and the French came, a group of hospitable and family-loving Sicilians were born.

They lived strong in this land, and established a criminal organization based on the family as a unit: the Mafia when the apparent order could not work.

For a long time, the Sicilian Mafia was the local shadow government, and in many cases it was even more useful than the real government.

In World War II, countless mafia families declined, and the only king of Sicily was born in the sea of ​​corpses and blood: the Gattuso family.

To be honest, Gattuso and the Snake Bajia are far behind in the same gang, but they can't hold back and get on the big carriage of the Secret Party. The development of the two is not the same.

Now that the Gattuso family has completely gone underground, the exploration of dragons seems to attract them more than the power of the human world.

Another most important reason is that as the family continues to marry other mixed races, this group of originally dark-haired Italians gradually has a tendency to transform into blond hair and blue eyes.

Just as it is impossible for Hongmen to find a foreigner to be the head of the sect, it is also difficult for a guy with a Slavic appearance to become the godfather of the mafia.

At this time, in the Gattuso Manor in Sicily, the blond Pompeii Gattuso was sitting on the sofa, casually looking at the documents in front of him.

He looked so noble that if Hitler were still alive, he would have been dubbed an Aryan Superman.

"Bahamut, Behemoth, a monster in the Bible?"

The document in Pompeii's hand is an information about the god named Bahamut worshiped by Mr. Ander.

On Earth, Bahamut is named after the biblical monster Behemoth, a hippopotamus-like monster created by God.

He feeds on mountain peaks and is a terrifying beast. At the same time, he is a deadly enemy with Leviathan, the giant beast in the sea. When the two meet, they will fight.

And Bahamut is a variant of the word Behemoth in the Middle East. In the Middle East, Bahamut is a terrifying dragon, which is closer to a lizard than the image of a hippopotamus of Behemoth.

As for the mixed race, all the myths point to one thing, that is the former ruler: the Dragon Race.

In other words, Bahamut represents in this world:

"The king of the earth and the mountain..."

Pompeii thought, if his information is correct, this Mr. Ander should be related to the King of the Earth and the Mountain.

At the same time, in an elementary school in Beiping, a little girl sneezed. She shook her head suspiciously, as if thinking about how she could catch a cold.

"Then Caesar, will there be a chance to usurp the power of the Dragon King?"

The Gattuso family has long been dissatisfied with the current power, and they stretched out their hands to the power of Zhigao.

Since World War II, they have always wanted to break through the final boundary and make a real qualitative change in their lives.

For this opportunity, this gang of Italian mafia did not hesitate to regard themselves as studs, relying on manpower to complete the great feat of genetic ascension in the 21st century.

Caesar Gattuso was the product of the best plan, until Ender intervened abruptly, disrupting the plans of the Gattuso family.

But that's okay, the smugglers always have a backup plan B, like...

"Father, what do you want from me?"

For example, the short-haired boy in front of him looks about fourteen or fifteen years old and has just entered puberty. His blond hair covers one side of his cheek, and he looks a bit middle-aged.

"Put your hair out."

The boy obediently parted his hair, revealing his eyes hidden behind his bangs. It was a golden dragon pupil, burning uncontrollably.

"Have you taken medicine?"

"I ate it, but it didn't work."

Looking at the indifferent boy in front of him, Pompey took out a cigar and cut it open, lit it and took a puff.

"Then increase the dose."

"Yes, father."

The boy's name was Percy Gattuso, and he was supposed to live his entire life as Caesar's shadow, but things changed when he was born.

After Caesar was robbed that year, the Gattuso family launched a backup plan. Passi, a child with an unstable bloodline, gradually moved to the front with the promotion of the family.

He became the second young master of the Gattuso family, changed from a shadow to Caesar's younger brother, and became another victim of the plan.

"How is Caesar?"

Pompeii asked, maybe this man was a little more serious in front of the younger generation.

"Brother is practicing marksmanship, very good."

Passy had no expression on his face, and his tone remained unchanged.

He recalled that in the shooting range just now, Caesar was blindfolded and emptied the bullets in the pistol in a standard posture, and each shot hit the bullseye.

He is the master of the wind, and the spirit of words from his mother will tell him the direction to launch and guide him on the right path.

He has no feelings for his elder brother. He was not conceived by Gullweger, but a test-tube baby born by means of technology. He doesn't know who his mother is, but he has a mission when he is born.

"I have a mission for you, to go to Minzhou in China."

Pompey exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and the faint smell of tobacco gradually spread. Passy saluted this man, his father in name:
"clear."

He is always like this, performing tasks assigned by others like a robot, not like a normal person, but it is indeed very suitable as an experiment.

Because experimental products with emotions are prone to problems, Pompeii thought so.

So, the day after Ander found the crow, a child came to Minzhou with bodyguards.

The executives of the Black Prince Group personally came to the airport to greet the little guest from Italy. The man in his 50s smiled humbly in front of a child, and respectfully sent him to the car.

As the vehicle drove slowly past the airport, the executive asked cautiously:

"Mr. Passi, how does the Gattuso Group plan to invest."

Patsy sat primly in the back seat with his hands on his knees, looking very well-behaved.

"Sir, my father plans to build a hotel next to the toll booth of Minzhou No. [-] Expressway."

The executive was stunned for a moment. The Black Prince Group has made a lot of money in the construction field in the past two years, and they have a good understanding of this aspect.

"That place is too remote, I'm afraid no one will come."

Patsy shook his head, he would only follow his father's orders.

"This is what my father meant, and I am only responsible for carrying it out."

"Ok."

The executive turned his head and muttered in his heart:

"Silly son of the landlord's family."

(End of this chapter)