Ark's Journey to the Demon God

Chapter 55 Corleone’s Friendship

Syracuse, east bank of the city of Volsini, Countercross Street.

In the Higurashi Bar, Andrew Corleone, wearing a long suit and shirt and vest, was reading a newspaper.

After several years of business, Corleone has established a firm foothold on this street, and this Higurashi Bar has become their stronghold.

Take a long breath towards the window and watch the mist gradually condense into water droplets and then slowly fall.

As winter approaches, the weather in Syracuse has gradually turned cooler, and it’s time for the brothers to add some winter clothes.

"Let Tommy take the money from the account, the brothers have been busy for a year."

Nodding, Andrew continued to read the newspaper——

[Last night, an unexplained explosion occurred at the Wasteland Theater. The explosion caused three deaths and one minor injury. The specific cause of the accident is currently under investigation.

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Theater in the Wasteland, bombings.

Andrew shook his head expressionlessly. Of course he knew that the truth would never be investigated, because he personally led people to do this.

The explosion last night was an organized and premeditated "hunt." Among the three people whose names were not reported, one was the chief financial officer of the Gambino family and the third person in charge of the Gambino family. Yi, there are two more who are his bodyguards.

This is of course a revenge. When the two Corleone brothers left Syracuse, half of the reason was because of the Gambino family. Now that they have gradually established a foothold, it would not be a big deal to kill an important member of the Gambino family. What kind of.

As for the possible revenge of the Gambino family... Well, there are not many people who oppose the Gambino family from Volsini to the City of Seven Hills, and the Docorleone family is not many.

What's more, who cares about a weak, pitiful and helpless Corleone?

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Picking up the wine glass, Andrew took a leisurely sip. He was waiting, waiting for someone to come to him.

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The door of the bar was pushed open, and a pale-faced Luper walked in. He was a little flustered, holding his top hat tightly in his arms. When he saw Andrew, he was shaking like a frightened rabbit.

When Andrew saw him, he smiled and asked him to come to him and said, "Good morning, Mr. Tritt. It seems that you are in a good mood now?"

"Yes, Ender...oh no, Mr. Corleone!" Tritt clutched his hat tightly and said with some trembling: "Thank you, thank you for everything you have done for me..."

When Tritt talked about revenge, he was still referring to the bombing last night. It happened to be a coincidence that the two things happened to collide.

The cause of the incident was a chat that happened at Higurashi Bar three days ago.

At that time, Andrew, Anthony, Tommy, Dillinger and other key members of the Corleone gang were drinking here, and with a sound on the door, a sad Mr. Treat walked in.

Mr. Treat drank two bottles of Syracuse brandy that night. He didn't put down the glass until he was tongue-tied. However, after putting down the glass, Mr. Treat fell on the table and howled.

He just cried in the Higurashi Bar for a long time without anyone else around. It wasn't until the crying drove other customers away and only the backbone of the Corleone gang was left in the bar that he gradually calmed down.

Out of pure curiosity, Dillinger, the backbone of the Corleone gang, walked up to him with a glass of liqueur, then handed him a handkerchief and said, "Sir, what happened? To make such an elegant gentleman like you so miserable?"

Mr. Tritt looked at the person in front of him with red and swollen eyes. He knew Dillinger's name. The entire Reverse Cross Street was the territory of the Corleone gang. This was tacitly approved by the Bellone family, and ordinary citizens knew them.

Perhaps it was due to a sudden illness that he sought medical treatment, or perhaps due to some strange combination of circumstances, Mr. Tritt immediately thought of the former reputation of the Corleone gang. He knew that the Corleone gang was one of the few in Syracuse who was willing to stand up for ordinary people. organization, so he told all his troubles.

It turns out that Mr. Treat has a beautiful daughter who has just turned one. The little girl already has a fiancé and originally planned to get married next year. However, yesterday, Tui from the Gambino family somehow found out how old his daughter is. It was so beautiful that Tui actually led his men to kill Mr. Treat's future son-in-law in the street!

Tui came to propose marriage with gifts, but Mr. Treat didn't want to agree at all.

Tui never really wanted to marry his daughter, he just saw a pretty vase and just wanted to play with it.

However, as a senior member of the family, how could Tui be able to resist Mr. Tritt?After Mr. Treat politely refused, Tui became furious and his men wanted to rob her, but Mr. Treat's daughter was very strong. When she was about to be taken away, she took out a piece of Originium crystal from her coat pocket. and stabbed his own arm with it.

Seeing that the beauty turned into an infected person, Tui was very angry. He finally left with a dark face, but that was not the end. Before he left, he asked Mr. Tritt to raise [-] lire within a week to donate to Gambi. Otherwise, they will be expelled from Syracuse.

One hundred thousand lire was not enough to bankrupt Mr. Treat. As the days passed by, Mr. Treat was extremely desperate, but he did not dare to complain to his wife and children, so he could only come to the bar to get drunk alone.

After hearing Mr. Treat's experience, Dillinger turned back to look at Brother Corleone, and then Andrew nodded at him.

"Mr. Tritt, do you want to write a commission? Entrust our Corleone gang to help you settle this matter?" Dillinger asked tentatively.

"Can you really settle this matter?" Mr. Treat grabbed Dillinger's hand and begged: "I don't dare to ask for too much, I just want that Tui to be noble and let go of my family and property, even if it's It's okay if I use my life to pay off the debt... My daughter has already contracted ore disease. If she loses the family property, she won't be able to survive..."

"If you are willing, the Corleone gang is willing to serve you... Then, let us clarify this commission." Dillinger took out a pen and paper, spread it on the table, and said: "The Corleone gang is willing to help Mr. Tritt settle the matter from The Gambino family is in trouble with Tui, and the price Mr. Treat needs to pay is..."

"Anything is okay. If our family can survive this disaster safely, I will give anything!"

Dillinger raised the corners of his lips and said, "Of course, Mr. Tritt

Health, of course you can survive this disaster safely..."

Mr. Treat cried for a while, and finally went home swaying as the Corleone gang watched. Because he drank too much, when Mr. Treat woke up the next morning, he took the I dismissed it as a drunken dream and forgot about it.

Then, three days later, this morning, Mr. Treat picked up the newspaper and saw that Toohey had died in the theatre.

Mr. Treat's memory suddenly came back, and he broke into a cold sweat.

He really didn't expect that the Corleone gang would settle things, not things, but people.

Tui died in the explosion, mysteriously and silently. The detectives could not find any clues, and the family could not come up with an idea. In other words, Tui disappeared in such an inexplicable way.

Mr. Tritt did not have the slightest suspicion. He knew that this could only be done by the Corleone gang, because Tui had been in Syracuse for decades, and not everyone had the ability to kill him.

After figuring this out, Mr. Tritt also panicked.

He vaguely remembered that he had written the agreement, and he was willing to use anything to get through this disaster.

Now Tui's calamity has passed, but Corleone's calamity has come again.

So Mr. Treat came to the bar anxiously holding a bowler hat. He didn't know what kind of conditions Andrew would ask him. It might be money, maybe something else, but Mr. Treat had already decided. As long as he could keep his He can abandon his family, money, etc., including his own life.

Andrew looked at the trembling man in front of him. He was obviously so scared, but he still came. Is this a man?

Andrew sighed. My husband said that this land would turn people into ghosts and ghosts into people. This was true.

"Mr. Tritt, here is your agreement."

Andrew took out the piece of paper, stood up, patted Mr. Treat on the shoulder and said, "You once said you were willing to repay us with anything."

"Yes, Mr. Corleone, I said so...but I still beg you, please be merciful and let my family go..."

"Don't be like this, Mr. Treat, don't be like this." Andrew patted his shoulder and comforted: "Mr. Treat, you are in the Higurashi Bar now, in Corleone's territory, here, with Corleone, There’s nothing that’s off the table.”

Andrew folded the agreement in his hand, then stuffed it into Mr. Tritt's coat pocket, and said: "There is nothing that cannot be discussed, Mr. Tritt. We sympathize with your experience, just like those on this street back then. Kind people sympathize with us."

"Please don't be afraid, Mr. Tritt. I am handing this agreement to you today, which means that we will not coerce or induce you like Tui... There is only one thing we want, and that is your friendship."

Mr. Tritt was in a daze. He couldn't quite understand what Andrew said.

"Friendship is important, right? Mr. Tritt, accept it. This friendship can give your beautiful daughter a future."

Andrew took out an envelope and asked: "Mr. Tritt, I also heard that you are doing business with the Melantha Spice Trading Company in Victoria. That is a big company."

Andrew had long known that Mr. Tritt was a very discerning businessman. As soon as the trade route to Letania was opened, he established a connection with the Melantha Spice Trading Company in Victoria.

"Is your business going well? There have been changes recently, and you must have suffered a lot of losses, right? Then you must need this!"

Andrew put the envelope into Mr. Tritt's hand and said, "Send this letter to the owner of the Melantha Spice Trading Company and say it was sent by a Mr. Agaritu. They I will certainly treat you with courtesy."

"This, this..." Mr. Treat couldn't speak clearly. He felt that he had never been so lucky.

"Mr. Tritt, please remember that this is a gift, a gift from Corleone, and a friendship from Corleone."

"Maybe in the future, Corleone will encounter problems that cannot be solved. At that time, we will need your return... Of course, it may not be this time... In short, please accept it, Mr. Tritt, accept this friendship, and be our friend."

"This...Mr. Corleone, I, I have received so many gifts, I really don't know what to say." Mr. Tritt became a little reserved.

Andrew smiled and patted him on the shoulder, sent him to the door of the bar, and then said: "Then don't say anything, Mr. Tritt, Corleone would rather see your actions, and what you said is wrong, this is not a gift. , but friendship from friends, we are friends, so don’t be formal.”

"Nevertheless, thank you, Mr. Corleone."

"You're welcome, Mr. Treat, and I wish you a happy life."

Level [-] Sicilian Friends

Mr. Tritt thanked him profusely and waved goodbye to Andrew after walking out of the bar door.

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The door to the room behind the counter opened, Anthony came out, stood next to Andrew and said, "Did the letter go to Mr. Treat?"

"Yes, I guess your personal letter can make Mr. Tritt's business bigger, right?"

"No matter how big the business is, his daughter will become infected. It doesn't have to be like this." Anthony shook his head.

"You're right, Anthony."

Drew shook his head and said: "I feel more and more now that what Mr. said back then are all the truth."

"Sir's words? Which words?" Anthony asked.

"Pull out the wrong nail from the wood. Although the nail can be taken back, the mark will remain on the wood forever."

Andrew shook his head and said: "If there is a problem, then solving the problem is not as good as not having the problem at all."

"Sir, did you say this again?" Anthony scratched his head.

"You slept in that day and didn't hear me." Andrew joked with a smile.

"Andrew! Anthony!" Tommy walked into the bar, approached the two of them and said, "Someone from the Sicilian family is here."

The Sicilian family, that is, the family of Lady Sicily, was the first of the twelve families of Syracuse.

Andrew and his brother looked at each other, and then said, "Did they say what happened?"

"They didn't say anything. They just sent a letter to my subordinates. The letter told us that at eight o'clock tonight, the head of the Sicilian family invited the two Corleone brothers to visit the Milan Theater as guests."

"Brother, this may be a trap." Anthony said: "We just killed Tui of the Gambino family, and a letter came from the Sicilian family. This is probably a trap for us!"

"You're right, Anthony, but it won't be that simple..."

Andrew nodded his chin and said, "But I think we should go."

"why is that?"

"The Sicilian family is the largest family in Syracuse. Because of the existence of Mrs. Sicilian, she has a very important voice in the parliament." Andrew said: "Because of this, the Sicilian family's style is relatively [bright]. If they want to attack us , just need to lead people to surround Anti-Cross Street at night, there is no need to use letters to invite us as guests... Therefore, I feel that the Sicilian Family should have other purposes."

"Then, let me make arrangements and go with you in the evening?"

"I'll go too." Tommy raised his hand.

"Anthony and I, Tommy, you go find Dillinger and ask the brothers to be vigilant at night and stabilize our territory."

"Okay, Andrew, be careful when you're done."

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Milan Theater.

The largest theater in Volsini is different from the Wasteland Theater that killed Tui. The Milan Theater is controlled by the family behind the scenes, so it is large and well-ordered. If Tui came here to watch the show last night, the Corleone gang would There is a high probability that the plan will not be realized.

The head of the Sicilian family is sitting here, smoking a cigar leisurely, waiting for the arrival of the Corleone gang.

"Sir, they are here." The subordinate said close to Jiaotou's ear.

"Let them come in." Kakutou ordered.

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The door opened, and Andrew and Anthony walked in one after the other.

"Corleone?"

"Yes, sir."

"Please take a seat." Jiaotou waved his hand and motioned for the two of them to sit down.

The three of them sat here, looking at the stage in the distance, in silence for a long time.

Tai's play was relatively old, and the ideas and concepts it conveyed were quite old-fashioned. Young people didn't like it very much. Andrew and Anthony were the same, but Jiaotou seemed to like it, so the two of them watched in silence.

After a while, Kakutou said: "The Corleone gang, right? The Sicilian family needs to entrust you with something."

"Of course we are willing to accept Sicily's commission, but we are all a group of people with little ability. We only know how to fight and kill. We probably can't do anything for Sicily."

"Really?" Kakutou smiled and said, "Gambino's Tui died in your hands, and now you are saying that you have no ability. Isn't this a joke?"

what? ?

Andrew's pupils jumped, and for a moment, he felt the terror of the oldest family in Syracuse.

Anthony didn't speak. He knew that he couldn't get in the way at the moment, and his elder brother had a brighter mind, so he left everything to him.

Andrew didn't panic, or he had a plan.