I who can connect dimensions want to be a hero

While talking, Mista opened a bottle of red wine on the table.

"Come, come, come! This is a high-end product that you never see once! Just to be able to drink this kind of wine, I feel that this trip is worthwhile."

Since the other cadres and their subordinates didn't pay attention to the meaning of this side, Bugarati and the others naturally didn't have the idea of ​​putting on hot faces and sticking cold butts, but quickly returned to the way of getting along with their teams.

After hearing Mista's words, Nalanja's eyes lit up even more, and he handed the goblet in his hand to Mista: "Mista, Mista! Bring me some!"

"No, no, no..." Mista protected the red wine in his arms like a baby, "Nalanga, you are not yet an adult!"

While speaking, Mista showed a malicious expression on his face, and swept his gaze away from everyone around him.

"The adults in our team are only me, Bugarati and Apache, so this bottle of wine can only be handed over to the three of us to solve hahahaha!"

"I'll kill you!" Naranja grabbed the table knife in front of him and threatened Mista.

The noisy appearance made Bugarati feel as if he had returned to the hotel in Naples, but the current situation is obviously not the time to relax.

"Mista, don't drink next time." Bugarati asked suddenly.

This sentence stunned the noisy Naranca and Mista.

"Buggarati, do you remember that incident?" Mista asked curiously.

"Hmm..." Bugarati nodded, looking out the window at the drizzle that was still falling, but before he could say anything more, an old voice sounded in his ear .

"Are you dissatisfied with the wine I prepared, old man? After I received the boss's order, I specially prepared the best wine for you guests."

Chapter 148 The Eternal Watchtower

While many cadres and their subordinates brought to Venice were enjoying fine wine and food in the restaurant, in a room in a hotel not far from the hotel, a person was sitting on a chair in the room and looking out the window drizzle.

Even when he was indoors, he still held a bat umbrella in his hand.

What was even more strange was that even though he was in the room, it was also drizzling in this room.

The person holding the umbrella looked quite old, with countless deep wrinkles carved on his face, and his body was extremely thin, but his back was as straight as a tree trunk.

At first glance, the old man looked very calm, but his sharp eyes revealed something strange.

"In the coastal cities, even the rain becomes so sudden, what do you think... Murolo..." The old man with a bat umbrella in his hand looked at a middle-aged man sitting on a bed.

The middle-aged man named Murolo seems to have some unique hobbies for his own attire, which is different from other organization cadres who always wear everyday attire, and even some people who look like ordinary fishermen at first glance. Seems very keen to show off in gangster style, like something out of a 30s gangster movie, head to toe in gangster signature style, even indoors wearing a panama Straw hats draped over shawls.

But in fact, it is more than that, which makes him look a little ridiculous.

Coupled with the flattering smile on his face and the appearance of a cowardly and humble person, it made him look even more ridiculous.

"Mr. Vladimir, what you said is right..." Murolo rubbed his palms and said flatteringly, "So can you let me, a useless guy, leave?"

"Why are you showing such an appearance? Murolo..." Vladimir turned around and looked at Murolo calmly.

"Although you always look timid, I know that you were the one who first revealed the news to Solbey and Gerald who are members of the assassination team. You obviously dared to tell the assassination team Someone leaked information about the Boss, why are you still pretending to be so timid?"

"It was just an accident..." Murolo rubbed his hands, "I didn't know it was the Boss's information before the investigation, I just..."

"Forget it, I am too lazy to care about such things now, even if you are a spy sent by another organization, it has nothing to do with me." Wuladimir interrupted Murolo's voice trying to explain.

"Dangerous things are always pushed to others, and I am a bystander hiding in a safe high place as if nothing happened, taking advantage of the fisherman's profits and enjoying the benefits. I was just curious when you will be killed by the boss, but now it seems I can't wait for this time."

Vladimir stood up from his seat holding an umbrella.

"Maximo was killed, so the (drug) team has no meaning to exist, and as a person who failed to protect Masimo, I will definitely be punished by the boss and lose everything now, so I can only Choose to do it..."

Vladimir walked towards Murolo step by step, and then put his face on the distance of less than a palm away from Murolo's face.

"Then it's time to tell me the answer. Should I tell me about the Boss? Or should I choose to die? As a member of the intelligence team, your stand-in ability should have specialties in this area, just like you did for the assassination before." That's what the team did."

The sharp eyes made Murolo break out in cold sweat. He knew very well that he could not be the opponent of this person in front of him. This guy's stand-in ability is definitely at the level of a monster!

Even he couldn't help suspecting that even if he was a boss, he might not necessarily be this guy's opponent!

"I...I understand..." Murolo reached out tremblingly and took out a neat deck of playing cards from the breast pocket of his suit.

This is a bare deck, not in a box.

Then Murolo began to arrange the playing cards tremblingly and proficiently, like a magician, raising one hand over his shoulder, flying the playing cards to the other hand in one breath .

"This is your stand-in ability?" Wuladimir asked.

Murolo did not answer, but continued to play with the cards in his hand, then took off the hat on his head, flicked the cards in his hand into the cap, quickly flipped them over, and buckled them on the bed.

"Dang--da-la-la-la-la-"

Murolo began to make a series of imitation sounds, and then cautiously said to Wuladimir: "Maybe you find it incredible, but please clap your hands, otherwise the 'group of guys' will lose their motivation."

Vladimir frowned.

"Hope you're not up to some trick."

Vladimir clapped his hands.

While he was clapping, Murolo continued to play the drums.

"Dah la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

While doing these strange actions, he slowly pulled up his hat, revealing the playing cards that had been ejected into it before, but he didn't know what technique he used, the deck of playing cards was stacked into a playing card tower, and As he stretched the height of the hat, these poker towers continued to extend upwards, and in the end they were seven times as high as the hat!

Murolo put his hat back on his head, and with his action, the poker tower swayed as if alive.

Immediately afterwards, small hands and feet grew on each of the playing cards, and these cards pulled each other's hands and feet and twirled around.

"I, I, we are the troupe "Watch Tower"! "

The playing cards began to sing in a strange chorus, making the scene in front of me like a scene in a fairy tale cartoon.

Playing cards: "Ladies and gentlemen present here, please enjoy the short play co-starred by our 53 troupe members!"

"I'm the head joker card!" The head of the clown on the Joker card emerged from the card and introduced his identity.

Other playing cards: "Ahhh, Joker Joker, a bad-hearted guy who likes to play pranks."

Immediately afterwards, the ghost card pointed at the spades card, and introduced: "Then this is the spades team. Once you get angry, you can get out of control, and you will fight to the death before you give up."

Other playing cards: "Oh, spades, spades, I don't know what it symbolizes."

Followed by the group of hearts.

"Ah, that's the Red Heart group. Only people with a heart can be hated. Hatred is really terrible."