Superman's Journey

Chapter 52 Yamaguchi-gumi

Sloan originally thought that the fraternity, which had been passed down for countless years, had the ability to wrestle with Lincoln, but the result was that the fraternity was erased from history in less than a minute.

No.17 textile factory has no living thing, even the shadow hiding in the sewer was not spared, boiled alive by the sewage boiled by the heat sight.

After a while, the New York police officers arrived late. They broke through the ruins and looked at the horrific corpse buried under the ruins, all silent.

Through the bloody faces, they barely recognized the identities of some assassins.

Either a super killer with multiple wanted warrants on his body, a well-known philanthropist, or a special consultant registered in the police station
But now, all these famous people died, died in the ruins, and even their bodies were cut in half, without a whole body.

At high altitude, the strong sonic boom caused by Lincoln's supersonic movement sounded like a piercing air defense siren.

Wherever Lincoln passed by, the residents of the city couldn't help but look up to the sky. Seeing the figure flying into the distance with a white cloud at that moment, a trace of confusion appeared in their eyes.

"Is that, man?"

"Maybe"

Rome, Italy.

This is an ancient city, and it is also the city where the Antony family, members of the High Table, reside.

Linked by blood, all members of the Antony family live in a huge manor community in the outskirts of Rome, which is the private territory of the Antony family.

In an ancient castle building in the manor group, Anthony was in his personal study room, looking at the killing order for Lincoln issued by the Continental Hotel with a smile on his face.

He was unable to issue a killing order of this level, but the decision made by the elders was exactly in his favor.

Looking at the reward that even made him feel a little bit emotional after the killing order, Anthony couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Everyone is innocent and guilty. When you take out the token, you are already dead!"

As he said that, he closed the webpage on the computer, pushed away the chair, stood up and walked out, but just after he got up, his movements froze.

Looking at the face he was so familiar with, Anthony suddenly felt a trace of panic, as if he had seen a ghost: "Aren't you supposed to be in New York? How did you get in!?"

"It's very simple, I just walked in." As Lincoln spoke, he pulled Anthony's chair and sat down, then looked at Anthony casually.

"I'll give you one day. Your entire family can only survive 13 people, and you have to live on your knees. If you don't agree, then all of you will die."

Unlike Sloan's brotherhood, which specializes in assassination, Anthony's family has a large network of influence in Italy, which means they have value.

At least as long as Lincoln wants an Italian woman in the future, Anthony will do things faster and better than everyone else.

The value of the Anthony family gave Lincoln a little compassion for them, but this compassion was a naked humiliation to Anthony himself.

People have lived for a long time and have a high status, so it is not easy to kneel down, just like Anthony.

But looking at Lincoln, he seemed to know what would happen if he refused.

A man who could travel from New York to Italy in just a few minutes, Anthony couldn't even imagine how Lincoln could do it.

Lincoln didn't intend to say a word to Anthony, but just looked at him quietly, and under this plain gaze, Anthony's body gradually began to tremble.

There was a complicated struggle in his heart, so that the blood in his body rushed to his face.

Eventually, his knees buckled.

Boom!
After a muffled sound, the patriarch of the family who had been in charge of the Italian Mafia for an unknown period of time knelt down in front of Lincoln, his face twitching continuously: "I, I will do as you say."

"That's good." Lincoln nodded, stroking Anthony's body like a dog, and said in a flat tone: "Remember, I only want thirteen dogs named Anthony. If there is one more dog, I will use him to pay for it." Make soup for the rest of you."

Lincoln's voice was as high as a god looking down from the clouds, and the disdain and contempt revealed in it made Anthony grit his teeth, but he didn't even dare to move in the face of the enormous pressure.

1 minute, 2 minutes
The room was silent for a long time, until a burst of cold air that did not come, Anthony raised his head slightly.

The doors and windows were still closed, as if they had never been opened, but Lincoln's figure had disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

If it weren't for the cold pain still remaining on his knees, Anthony would even think that everything before was just his own illusion.

Lincoln left, but the indifferent voice lingered in Anthony's heart like a ghost.

To obey, or to deviate from, this is a choice, a choice of life and death!

Anthony was in a trance. He walked out of the study and walked through the corridor. In the hall, he saw his clansmen, a happy group of people.

Among them were his wife, his children, his brothers and others.But there are too many people!Too much!
Anthony's heart was bleeding, his withered palm picked up the phone, and called his capable subordinate: "Take your people and come to the manor."

Anthony has made many choices in his life, many of which were wrong, but this time, unlike other members of the High Table, he made the right choice.

On the other side, leaving Anthony's family, Lincoln's figure soon appeared on the other half of the earth.

The "Yamaguchi-gumi" looked at the iconic word, and Lincoln couldn't help but sighed: "I've only heard it in novels, and this is the first time I've seen it."

In the hall, watching Lincoln who suddenly appeared and commented on his brand, the current chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi looked very ugly, because he had just seen Lincoln not long ago.

"What are you going to do?" There was no weapon by his side, so he could only tightly hold a samurai sword that was originally meant for decoration: "Get out of my house!"

"Tsk!" Lincoln's eyes slowly moved to the chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and he shook his head slightly: "Seeing you like this, I suddenly don't want to talk to you."

"In comparison, according to the spirit of your samurai swords, you will commit seppuku when you are insulted, right? If that's the case, then I won't talk to you."

President:? ? ?
He looked at Lincoln nervously and puzzled, completely unaware of what Lincoln was talking about, until two red spots came into view, and the expression on his face became terrified.

"you you"

Boo!
(End of this chapter)