Terra Hotline, crime simulator

“Audio check, sound check… Hey, man, are you sure that’s how this thing works?

Hello~~Good morning!Do you still know me?Residents of Volsini!I'm your old buddy and good neighbor!Mikey Richard! "

pat-

This was the sound of Lavinia's coffee and reason smashing to the ground together.

Chapter 51 The stage is set

In fact, not only the Bellone family was prepared to deal with this change, but the other two large Volsini families also took different measures.

In the territory of the Saluzzo family, the moment he learned that the city's secondary separation process was launched, Alberto was still hesitant about how to place his bet.

"The Bellone family is

what's the situation?They are now the overlords of Volsini. Something happened in Sicily. What are they doing? "

In the luxurious room, Alberto, who always held a blood orange in his hand, asked a close aide.

"Some family members just saw them going to the city hall to meet with Food Secretary Rubio, and the last Texan also went to the TV station building with his eldest son Leon Tuso..."

"Going to the TV station building, what are they going to do?"

Although he had already sent people to keep an eye on every move of the Bellone family, Alberto still couldn't figure out Bernardo's plan. He only knew that the cunning old fox must have premeditated the kidnapping of Sicily.

"...News! Watch the news! The secondary control tower was bombed! Richard kidnapped Sicily and took him to the TV station building!"

The pale family members suddenly brought news that shocked everyone present. The blood orange in Alberto's hand was once again crushed by himself.

Richard and Sicily also appeared on TV...Bernardo!It seems you plan to play big!

Time was running out, and Alberto had to place his bet immediately. With his experience, he immediately judged that Bernardo seemed to choose to overthrow Sicily with Richard.

Although his own family has always disliked the rule of Sicily, having the Bellone family become the next masters of Syracuse does not sound like good news.

"Send all the manpower to the TV station building! No matter what the Bellone family plans to do, stop them immediately!"

Everyone has heard that the Saluzzo family never places bets lightly, but few people have heard that once they place a bet, they must gain something and get a reward.

This time the bet is on the traditional guns and order.

"They may not be able to accept your news, my respected father."

Lapland, who was covered in blood, opened the door at this moment. Of course, the blood on her body was definitely not her own. At this moment, she was wearing a hood on her head, and her eyes with murderous intent were looking out from underneath. Disseminated.

Alberto discovers that the monster he once raised has come to find him.

"Unfilial daughter, what are you doing back here?"

"Vengeance...revenge on all Syracuse, and the killing of one man."

..........

The Rossetti family, because Wallach was seriously injured and still lying in the ward, has no spokesperson for the family in Volsini. Therefore, as a family member, Joanna must make a choice immediately.

"Come here, prepare a car! Go to the TV station building and rescue Mrs. Sicily at all costs!"

Joanna's eyes flashed with determination.

Texas, it seems that this time, I must treat you as my enemy.

........

In the court lounge of Volsini, an elderly Sakota who seemed to be sleeping took off his blindfold, and a very important news was playing on the TV on the wall.

"You are so old, but you still like to stay with young people. Sicily, it seems that you are really careless this time, or, in other words, you just want to test whether Richard is the same as the one in the nightmare. ?

He had indeed seen through the shortcomings of the entire Syracuse, and it must be said that he was very discerning, but unfortunately, the method he adopted was a bit wrong, but what should he do this time? "

Agniel rubbed his eyes, and then subconsciously glanced at his chest. For some reason, the old priest still felt lingering fear.

"But why are you in a wheelchair? Tsk tsk tsk, that guy's revenge is quite strong. Hey, luckily he is a little more rational this time. In the nightmare, he had ore disease. Otherwise, if he keeps killing, he will really The era of Sicily can be ended with blood and pain.”

..........

"Hey, is this Penguin Logistics? I need an urgent service now. Yes, that's right, it's me, City-State Judge Lavinia. We met at the pizza shop last time... who sent me to the TV station building. Senior management on site..."

Although Lavinia was a little disheartened by Richard, she was still more angry inside, and the feeling of being repeatedly deceived by her sweetheart was not very pleasant.

So this is your peaceful solution?Damn it Richard!Do you just distrust me that much? !

But the new mobile city has been launched...

This news was the reason why Lavinia turned the anger in her heart into hatred again. She heard Richard say last night that she wanted to negotiate with Sicily and snatch a mobile city from him.

He's almost there.

And I... I have to take off my judge uniform and stand on his side at this moment. Maybe I have neglected my duty again, but it is no different from helping those family members.

Lavinia always believed that she was guilty, and perhaps one day she and Richard would pay for their countless crimes.

But definitely not today.

...........

"Where's the applause? Where's the damn canned laughter? I literally didn't hear any of it! Why do you want a taste of Mr. Crowbar?!"

Mikey raised the crowbar high to scare and intimidate the staff. Since having the fear bonus of Richard's mask, many things have been solved.

After a burst of canned laughter broke out, Mikey waved his arms and happily

shouted:

"Now we have our special guest! Lady Sicily is here! Welcome! Applause!"

Chapter 52 No more silence

The light environment on the stage dimmed at this moment, and the audience in front of the TV and the staff on the stage held their breath.

Compared to the sudden intrusion of Luper's nemesis Richard, the news he brought brought the TV station's ratings to an unprecedented level.

Lady Sicily?The person who established the Gray Hall with his own hands and restrained the Twelve Families appeared here without any warning?

"Oh my God! Is there still love in this society?! Where is the applause? Mrs. Sicily is also an old man with handicapped legs and feet. Let us give her some encouragement, okay?!"

Mikey transformed into the host of this special program, and the crowbar in his hand became a crutch. He knocked on the floor hard and looked at the staff dissatisfied.

In an instant, raindrops of applause broke the oppressive silence. They clapped desperately, fearing that Richard would be in a bad mood and start a massacre on the TV station.

"Hey, gaffer!"

Mikey waved his hand, then happily ran behind the scenes, and pushed An Ning, who was lying peacefully in a wheelchair, to Sicily. The spotlight shone on her face, and the elderly woman squinted her eyes, as if she was seeing a group of people. Wolf cubs playing like an old wolf.

"Richard is here to remind viewers who have elderly people at home that the rainy season in Syracuse is the season when rheumatoid arthritis occurs frequently. Please pay attention to their daily safety."

Pushing Sicily to the center of the stage, Mikey took the microphone from the staff who seemed to be shocked and moved a chair to sit next to her.

"Aren't you going to say hello to the citizens of Volsini? Sicily, after all, you are their queen mother, and they are your people."

Mikey handed the microphone to Mrs. Sicily, and without even thinking about it, he knew how playful the expression under his hood was.

At this moment, the entire crowd in front of Volsini TV exploded.

"Is this the Sicilian lady?! The ruler of the family?!"

"Mrs. Sicily looks... like a loving old man. I can't believe that this old man who looks like my grandma once ruled an era alone."

"Has no one noticed that Richard and Sicily are mortal enemies? Has Mrs. Sicily really been kidnapped?"

Sicily stared at the camera. How long had it been since she had been in public view?Since establishing Gray Hall, she has no need for so-called public influence.

"Good morning, residents of Volsini, I wonder how you are doing lately."

Sicily finally chose to give a slight nod to the camera.

"Oh...but this morning is not good at all. So many people were killed in the big explosion, families are still at war, so innocent people are suffering, they don't care at all...I think everyone Things have been really bad lately."

Mikey's tone was sad, and he was one of the best at breaking up troubles. Sicily looked at him with murderous intent, but Mikey suddenly continued in a pleasant tone:

“But it was all my doing, it was all the fault of that madman Richard, how could our great Sicilian lady make such a mistake?

Those quarrels between families must exist to better serve ordinary people, right?Damn it, why do TV stations choose these things to report on?What's your intention? "

Is this a trial for yourself?Or simply hurting herself, Sicily couldn't figure out what this hypocritical guy wanted to do, so she had to remain silent.

But the citizens in front of the TV felt uneasy in their hearts.

"...Is the news all fake?! Richard's semantics seems to point to more hidden secrets in the Big Bang?"

"Damn it, the family has controlled public opinion for a long time! They have decided what we can and cannot see! We have always lived under their control!"

"Someone once deduced that Richard never seemed to attack ordinary people, he only targeted those family members... But that person later disappeared."

People may be afraid of Richard, but they don't hate this lunatic who once wanted to single-handedly destroy the entire family system. What they hate is the family.

They dared not speak out in anger, but now, this "madman" was standing over them.

"Okay, Mrs. Sicily, I have a few questions to ask you. The first question is, do you think the existence of the family is a matter of course, don't you?"

Sicily moved his eyes further away. Behind the end of the camera, the young staff looked at him cautiously, not daring to look at him.

They weren't afraid of Richard now, they were more afraid of themselves.

“It doesn’t exist as it should, but it has existed on this land for thousands of years before I was born.

We can't deny history, let alone easily destroy things that already exist, right?child. "

In the end, she chose to ask Mikey back with a smile, like an amiable old man.

"But you have prevented anyone from changing it and crushing it, just like you did to me. When a beam of light shines into the tower and the filth in the tower is revealed, the beam of light becomes guilty.

actually truly

Who is guilty?Is it light or dirty? "

The spotlight spread, and the dazzling colors swirled in the big eyes of the rooster hood, and Sicily found that she recognized the young man in front of her for the first time.

"But that beam of light is a death light. It can change nothing except short-term bloodshed and death. Can you guarantee that no new families will be born after those families are killed by you?"

"Of course I can't guarantee it, but you still don't admit that you are dirty and sinful, don't you?"

Mikey stood up. He didn't give Sicily a chance to answer. Sicily didn't need or couldn't answer the question.

"Maybe we should listen to the opinions of the public at this time. After all, a talk show just for the two of us is a bit too boring."

He shouted to the staff behind the stage in the recording studio:

"Hey, man, hurry up and set up a hotline so that everyone can have a better conversation with Mrs. Sicily."

The staff cooperated very well and entered a series of hotline numbers into the city TV program.

But after waiting for a while, no one called.

"What are you afraid of? My friends? There are not many opportunities to give advice to Mrs. Sicily, oh~~"

Mikey snapped his fingers and pretended to be surprised:

"Are you worried that those family gangs will come to take revenge?

No, no, don't worry, I think the tolerant and generous Mrs. Sicily will listen carefully to the opinions of every people. After all, she is also a part of Syracuse, right? "

Mrs. Sicily's thoughts drifted into the distance, and she was wondering why she brought guns and order to Syracuse in the first place. At least it was never a Syracuse that would always prosper.

Jingle Bell--

The phone rang. It seemed that someone was calling.

"The phone is ringing. Answer it, Mrs. Sicily."

The staff turned up the stage speakers to the maximum and answered the incoming phone calls.

"Dear Mrs. Sicily, I think it is an honor for people like us to be able to talk to you..."

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to come from an old man.

"I would like to ask, do you have any descendants such as sons or grandsons? If you feel offended, you don't have to answer my question..."

Sicily shook her head.

“Then just listen to my old guy’s story.

But I once had three sons. My eldest son was accidentally involved in a fight between families and died, and my second son disappeared because he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

But our family did a good job of keeping quiet, as we had in the past, until my younger son went to work at City Hall.

One day when I went to City Hall to visit him, I noticed blood gurgling in his office. What made me even more panicked was that they also remained silent, as if my youngest son had never worked in City Hall.

I want to ask you, how long will we maintain this silence? "