The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

"Big brother..." Bessie said in surprise.

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

"Really, you can't do anything about it. Since we want to investigate the organization, we at least have a way, right?" Holmaggio kicked the cat away. Although he looked helpless, he obviously agreed.

"Di molto!" Meloni licked his lips, "I knew that US.boy couldn't do anything good. But there's really nothing I can do. I've endured this organization for a long time. It's time for them to see our group. strength."

"Hey, are you all crazy?" Iruso clapped his hands and said with hatred: "Okay! I'll ask you! What are we doing! We don't even know if the boss is a human being!"

"Boss's hometown 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 big news, "Boss's hometown is in Sardinia."

"..."

"How do you know? Jonsson." Risut responded.

"I heard what Polbo said," Jonson said with his red eyes open, "he revealed it when we were fighting."

"..."

Polbo is a high-level cadre who rules almost the whole of southern Italy. Although the trace of the boss is known as an existence that no one knows about, if Polbo knows it, it seems to be able to explain the past. Polbo thought that he could win, It's normal to say something angry.

But the most important thing is that the assassination team has nothing to rely on. The reason why they have not opposed the organization for so long is not because the organization is too powerful. Which of them is not a person with [-] lives under his command (except Bessie), Life and death have been put aside for a long time, and the fundamental reason for not objecting is actually not knowing how to resist.

The real resistance of the assassination team will be two years later when they track down the location of Terry Hugh, that is to say, it took two full years to investigate Terry Hugh.

But now, one word from Jonsson changed everything.

This is information.

For a while, like going from heaven to hell, all the lords of the assassination group couldn't help but be speechless, silent for a long time, until the air was about to freeze, Risut finally opened his mouth and said:

"Then, let's go to Sardinia and search for the boss's trail! Set off in ten minutes!"

As soon as Risut's voice fell, the members of the team began to return to the room and packed their belongings. Risut gave Jonson a speechless look, "Why didn't you get hurt in the battle with Polbo?"

Jonson frowned, thinking back to his hard and fun life in a full sewer, and couldn't help but have a headache.

"I can extract energy from other objects and restore my own energy." Jonson said: "It provides enough energy for wound healing, and by the way, I also mend my clothes."

Risut froze for a moment.Jonson continued: "I just discovered it too."

"Not bad." Risut smiled, "Use your abilities to protect yourself."

After all the members were assembled, they opened the door and officially 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 was arranged by you. First let us defect from the organization, and then give us information. It's strange here, isn't it? Our every move seems to be pushed by you."

Prosciutt's tone was inaudible, but it clearly entered Jonson's ear, but Jonson tilted his head, showing a puzzled expression, as if saying, "What are you talking about, I don't understand Italian."

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

"Hey, Jonson Prostitute, what are you two doing, are you going to open a room? Hurry up." Jiaqiu shouted.

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"The reward order has come out."

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

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

Hearing this, even Naranga's hand holding the cake stiffened, hanging in the air, staring at Bugarati in a stunned manner.

"What the organization means - whoever kills Risut, is the new cadre!" Bugarati closed his eyes and sighed.

Apache's hand on the table tapped lightly on the table, "What do we do now? The whole of Italy will be in chaos, all the gangsters will be dispatched to catch Risut, even if it's Belluni in the north!"

"More than that, the south is really miserable," Fuge said calmly: "Without Polbo's management, the entire south will fall into a disaster of turf war, money, routes, and business! Managed by gangsters! The southern empire will be completely wiped out, at least until the next cadre appears."

Naranga looked at Apache and then at Fugo, not knowing.

Bucciarati crossed his hands to his mouth, thought for a while, suddenly stood up, walked to the window of the small restaurant, he looked out the window like a weave of pedestrians.

The child kicked the soccer ball into the air and dropped it again. Several poor old Italian women looked tired and exchanged goods and money.

This is Italy, his hometown.

The calm surface reveals real sadness, because you don't know, the future of these people, the old old woman may have a child who smokes at home, plays football, and will completely lose the future because of the flood of fake products.

He looked down at his hand, and the sadness that came from his heart permeated.

So what can change?He can't even stop the people on his site from smoking du, childhood nightmares haunt this sensible child from a poor small fishing village.

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

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

"Fogo, Apache, Naranga."

"I want to be a cadre."

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