City Marshal

Rome time, ten o'clock that night.

The 500 members of the Mafia have assembled in Rome. Money can make ghosts grind the millstones. The Mafia used three boxes of euros to find a Christian church in Rome that can hold [-] people. The preferred location is also where he temporarily recovers from his injuries.

Puwen Luo, wrapped in gauze, stands on the top, which is the place where priests preside over prayers every week. On his head, a huge Jesus cross is ironically placed high, looking down at his feet There were [-] guards selected by him in black.

Pu Wenluo stood under the statue of Jesus in Nuo Da, straightened his body like a god descending from the world, staring at his five hundred guards excitedly, the silver-haired butler and more than ten small captains also respectfully Standing in the first row, they all waited quietly for Pu Wenluo to speak.

The entire church no longer has a sacred and solemn religious atmosphere, but instead has a murderous aura that is ready to move. Pu Wenluo raised his right hand that can still move, and said in a solemn voice: "You are all elites of the Mafia, and I am also Pvenlo's most loyal retinue."

Pu Wenluo shouted in a deep voice: "Are you afraid of death?"

The 500 people replied in unison: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" The 500 people shouted three times to show their confidence. Jump down, not to mention just a simple response?

Pu Wenluo shouted again: "Do you dare to block and kill gods and ghosts?"

500 people straightened their chests: "Let the godfather tell you!" After Pu Wenluo suffered heavy losses from the Shajia soldiers' raids in the past, he made up his mind to develop the most powerful guards, expanding the team from 200 to 800 people, all from all over the world All over the country have a strong record and can recruit good fighters.

So these 500 people have their own pride.

Coupled with Pwenluo's day-to-day brainwashing, the guards who were originally only loyal to the position of the godfather have largely become obedient to Pwenluo, and Pwenluo can use the resources of the mafia to arbitrarily expand private soldiers, which originated from the Robert family And the decline of the Lucy family, allowing Pvenlo to completely control the Mafia.

"In the next few days, you will have a fight!"

Pu Wenluo glanced at the silent five hundred elites: "This battle will record your names in the annals of mafia history. You are no longer unknown underworld gangsters, nor fighting members who receive gang bonuses, but Pioneers, pioneers who create a new situation!"

Pwen Luo's voice is very contagious, he stretched out his right hand, the voice is not heavy, but it is loud enough for everyone to hear, his voice contains a huge and majestic voice echoing in the empty church: "Tell me, are you willing to do it for me?" , for the Mafia, and for the Guards!"

"Willing to fight to the death!"

The huge noise of 500 people's loud promises almost frightened the ghosts, and then 500 people half-kneeled on the ground, with a burning flame of war in their eyes. Although they didn't know who their opponents were, Pu Wenluo came forward to mobilize The World War I, we can see how important it is?

"Godfather, Chutian is already on the plane."

After 500 people retreated from the church like ghosts, the silver-haired butler said respectfully to Pu Wenluo under the cross: "It is estimated that we will arrive in Rome at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning. Should we remain silent or take the initiative to welcome you? If we continue to remain silent, I am worried brother They'll make a move."

The housekeeper combed his hair meticulously: "I have suffered too much anger these days, and many people want to give Chutian a blow. If Chutian or his siblings are hurt, then with Chutian's character, he will definitely go to war. He doesn't care if he suffers." I am wronged, but I will not let the people around me get hurt."

"I didn't expect Chutian to actually come to Rome."

Pu Wenluo stood on the podium and flipped through the Bible with one hand, his voice was as calm as ever: "Aren't you afraid that I will really leave him in Rome? Although there are many handsome army masters, Chu Tian is also skilled, but the five hundred elites I have trained are also Don’t underestimate him, why does he have the guts to come here?”

"Perhaps he was desperate for a truce."

The silver-haired butler didn't care about the killings revealed by the master's voice, nor did he ask where his confidence came from, but just replied calmly: "After all, the Shuai army's foundation is not stable now, and the three kings were attacked, two died and one was lost. Naturally, Chu Tian didn't want to A war is out of control for Europe."

Pu Wenluo did not respond to the silver-haired housekeeper's words, but turned the subject: "Do you think the mafia has a chance? Now the three kings and Nangong Yue are almost wiped out in the handsome army camp. Although the handsome army is strong enough, Chutian It is difficult to coordinate and mobilize, so we have a chance to attack with the trend?"

"Master, absolutely not."

The silver-haired butler saw that his master seemed to have a bad intention, so he hurriedly replied: "Although Chu Tian is unwilling to start a war and cause the commander-in-chief to suffer, it doesn't mean that he has no strength to deal with us. He just doesn't want to hurt both sides and let others take advantage of it. Let the officers and soldiers shoot us."

"Although the mafia has not lost much at all, the Guards have also begun to take shape."

He hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "It's just that it's not enough to fight a protracted war with Shuaijun. Although Chutian is difficult to coordinate with Shuaijun's various departments, the British attitude is enough to make up for his disadvantages, not to mention he has the support of Shuaijun far away. In the stalemate until the end, we lose more and win less."

"It makes sense."

Pu Wenluo nodded slightly, then closed the Bible and said, "But you forgot that we still have a reliable force, that is, the Sun King and Lian Bubai. They actually have the strength to kill the two kings and put Xi Wang and Nan Gongyue under house arrest. If we are sure to deal with Chutian, if we..."

"Master, do you mean borrowing a knife to kill someone?"

The silver-haired butler caught the meaning of the master, and replied in a little surprise: "The master wants to leave a hole when Chutian comes to Rome, so that Lian Bubai and the others can find a chance to destroy Chutian and Shuaijun? Although this method is good, but that It will also trap us, and Shuai Jun will definitely retaliate wildly."

"Of course Shuai Jun will retaliate."

There was a gleam in Pu Wenluo's eyes, and then he added lightly: "But when they all know that the Sun King did it, their hatred for us will be a little weaker. At most, it is a lack of protection. Us, as long as we hold them back for a round or two,"

"There is nothing to worry about without Chutian and the handsome army of the Three Kings."

He repeated what Lian Bubai said in the past, and then stared at the silver-haired butler with piercing eyes. The latter hesitated a little, and finally nodded in response: "Master's method is indeed good, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, but how can we make a hole?" What about the Sun King and them?"

"Let the latter be able to take advantage of the void..."

"It won't involve us too much!"

The silver-haired butler sighed: "This is a bit difficult." Then he took a look at his master's injury, and said in a low voice: "And I have always had reservations about the Sun King and his gang. Compared to them, I am more I tend to live longer by cooperating with Chutian."

After a short pause, the silver-haired butler added a few words: "The most important point, I am worried that the Sun King and the others will betray us after killing Chutian, and use us to attract the anger and revenge of the commander-in-chief. They don't do such things If you don’t come out, they even dare to attack you to play chess.”

Pu Wenluo nodded lightly but didn't say anything. After a long time, he looked at the church and said, "Let them stay in this church and wait for orders. Once I need them to attack, I hope they can crush the mafia. The enemy, whether it is Chutian or the Sun King."

"One will succeed and ten thousand bones will die!"

Pu Wenluo's expression became calm: "The future of the Mafia depends on them."

The silver-haired butler nodded solemnly: "Understood."

When the mafia was in full swing, in the deep palace of the Vatican, a middle-aged man with a calm expression was standing in front of a wall with Michelangelo's "Doomsday Judgment" and a group of paintings on the dome , as majestic as a god pressing down on the top, with a huge visual impact.

While he was deep in thought, an archbishop carefully moved forward from the outside, stood respectfully beside the middle-aged man and did not dare to raise his head. Obviously, he had something to report but did not dare to disturb the middle-aged man until the latter looked sideways. When he did, the cardinal took a step forward.

An envelope was handed to the middle-aged man, who tore it open without any paper.

There is only one chain, the skywheel chain!

The middle-aged man smiled lightly: "It really is the judgment of the end."

"God said, you are guilty, then you are really guilty!" Rome time, at ten o'clock that night.

The 500 members of the Mafia have assembled in Rome. Money can make ghosts grind the millstones. The Mafia used three boxes of euros to find a Christian church in Rome that can hold [-] people. The preferred location is also where he temporarily recovers from his injuries.

Puwen Luo, wrapped in gauze, stands on the top, which is the place where priests preside over prayers every week. On his head, a huge Jesus cross is ironically placed high, looking down at his feet There were [-] guards selected by him in black.

Pu Wenluo stood under the statue of Jesus in Nuo Da, straightened his body like a god descending from the world, staring at his five hundred guards excitedly, the silver-haired butler and more than ten small captains also respectfully Standing in the first row, they all waited quietly for Pu Wenluo to speak.

The entire church no longer has a sacred and solemn religious atmosphere, but instead has a murderous aura that is ready to move. Pu Wenluo raised his right hand that can still move, and said in a solemn voice: "You are all elites of the Mafia, and I am also Pvenlo's most loyal retinue."

Pu Wenluo shouted in a deep voice: "Are you afraid of death?"

The 500 people replied in unison: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" The 500 people shouted three times to show their confidence. Jump down, not to mention just a simple response?

Pu Wenluo shouted again: "Do you dare to block and kill gods and ghosts?"

500 people straightened their chests: "Let the godfather tell you!" After Pu Wenluo suffered heavy losses from the Shajia soldiers' raids in the past, he made up his mind to develop the most powerful guards, expanding the team from 200 to 800 people, all from all over the world All over the country have a strong record and can recruit good fighters.

So these 500 people have their own pride.

Coupled with Pwenluo's day-to-day brainwashing, the guards who were originally only loyal to the position of the godfather have largely become obedient to Pwenluo, and Pwenluo can use the resources of the mafia to arbitrarily expand private soldiers, which originated from the Robert family And the decline of the Lucy family, allowing Pvenlo to completely control the Mafia.

"In the next few days, you will have a fight!"

Pu Wenluo glanced at the silent five hundred elites: "This battle will record your names in the annals of mafia history. You are no longer unknown underworld gangsters, nor fighting members who receive gang bonuses, but Pioneers, pioneers who create a new situation!"

Pwen Luo's voice is very contagious, he stretched out his right hand, the voice is not heavy, but it is loud enough for everyone to hear, his voice contains a huge and majestic voice echoing in the empty church: "Tell me, are you willing to do it for me?" , for the Mafia, and for the Guards!"

"Willing to fight to the death!"

The huge noise of 500 people's loud promises almost frightened the ghosts, and then 500 people half-kneeled on the ground, with a burning flame of war in their eyes. Although they didn't know who their opponents were, Pu Wenluo came forward to mobilize The World War I, we can see how important it is?

"Godfather, Chutian is already on the plane."

After 500 people retreated from the church like ghosts, the silver-haired butler said respectfully to Pu Wenluo under the cross: "It is estimated that we will arrive in Rome at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning. Should we remain silent or take the initiative to welcome you? If we continue to remain silent, I am worried brother They'll make a move."

The housekeeper combed his hair meticulously: "I have suffered too much anger these days, and many people want to give Chutian a blow. If Chutian or his siblings are hurt, then with Chutian's character, he will definitely go to war. He doesn't care if he suffers." I am wronged, but I will not let the people around me get hurt."

"I didn't expect Chutian to actually come to Rome."

Pu Wenluo stood on the podium and flipped through the Bible with one hand, his voice was as calm as ever: "Aren't you afraid that I will really leave him in Rome? Although there are many handsome army masters, Chu Tian is also skilled, but the five hundred elites I have trained are also Don’t underestimate him, why does he have the guts to come here?”

"Perhaps he was desperate for a truce."

The silver-haired butler didn't care about the killings revealed by the master's voice, nor did he ask where his confidence came from, but just replied calmly: "After all, the Shuai army's foundation is not stable now, and the three kings were attacked, two died and one was lost. Naturally, Chu Tian didn't want to A war is out of control for Europe."

Pu Wenluo did not respond to the silver-haired housekeeper's words, but turned the subject: "Do you think the mafia has a chance? Now the three kings and Nangong Yue are almost wiped out in the handsome army camp. Although the handsome army is strong enough, Chutian It is difficult to coordinate and mobilize, so we have a chance to attack with the trend?"

"Master, absolutely not."

The silver-haired butler saw that his master seemed to have a bad intention, so he hurriedly replied: "Although Chu Tian is unwilling to start a war and cause the commander-in-chief to suffer, it doesn't mean that he has no strength to deal with us. He just doesn't want to hurt both sides and let others take advantage of it. Let the officers and soldiers shoot us."

"Although the mafia has not lost much at all, the Guards have also begun to take shape."

He hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "It's just that it's not enough to fight a protracted war with Shuaijun. Although Chutian is difficult to coordinate with Shuaijun's various departments, the British attitude is enough to make up for his disadvantages, not to mention he has the support of Shuaijun far away. In the stalemate until the end, we lose more and win less."

"It makes sense."

Pu Wenluo nodded slightly, then closed the Bible and said, "But you forgot that we still have a reliable force, that is, the Sun King and Lian Bubai. They actually have the strength to kill the two kings and put Xi Wang and Nan Gongyue under house arrest. If we are sure to deal with Chutian, if we..."

"Master, do you mean borrowing a knife to kill someone?"

The silver-haired butler caught the meaning of the master, and replied in a little surprise: "The master wants to leave a hole when Chutian comes to Rome, so that Lian Bubai and the others can find a chance to destroy Chutian and Shuaijun? Although this method is good, but that It will also trap us, and Shuai Jun will definitely retaliate wildly."

"Of course Shuai Jun will retaliate."

There was a gleam in Pu Wenluo's eyes, and then he added lightly: "But when they all know that the Sun King did it, their hatred for us will be a little weaker. At most, it is a lack of protection. Us, as long as we hold them back for a round or two,"

"There is nothing to worry about without Chutian and the handsome army of the Three Kings."

He repeated what Lian Bubai said in the past, and then stared at the silver-haired butler with piercing eyes. The latter hesitated a little, and finally nodded in response: "Master's method is indeed good, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, but how can we make a hole?" What about the Sun King and them?"

"Let the latter be able to take advantage of the void..."

"It won't involve us too much!"

The silver-haired butler sighed: "This is a bit difficult." Then he took a look at his master's injury, and said in a low voice: "And I have always had reservations about the Sun King and his gang. Compared to them, I am more I tend to live longer by cooperating with Chutian."

After a short pause, the silver-haired butler added a few words: "The most important point, I am worried that the Sun King and the others will betray us after killing Chutian, and use us to attract the anger and revenge of the commander-in-chief. They don't do such things If you don’t come out, they even dare to attack you to play chess.”

Pu Wenluo nodded lightly but didn't say anything. After a long time, he looked at the church and said, "Let them stay in this church and wait for orders. Once I need them to attack, I hope they can crush the mafia. The enemy, whether it is Chutian or the Sun King."

"One will succeed and ten thousand bones will die!"

Pu Wenluo's expression became calm: "The future of the Mafia depends on them."

The silver-haired butler nodded solemnly: "Understood."

When the mafia was in full swing, in the deep palace of the Vatican, a middle-aged man with a calm expression was standing in front of a wall with Michelangelo's "Doomsday Judgment" and a group of paintings on the dome , as majestic as a god pressing down on the top, with a huge visual impact.

While he was deep in thought, an archbishop carefully moved forward from the outside, stood respectfully beside the middle-aged man and did not dare to raise his head. Obviously, he had something to report but did not dare to disturb the middle-aged man until the latter looked sideways. When he did, the cardinal took a step forward.

An envelope was handed to the middle-aged man, who tore it open without any paper.

There is only one chain, the skywheel chain!

The middle-aged man smiled lightly: "It really is the judgment of the end."

"God said, you are guilty, then you are really guilty!"