The film starts with the Navy SEALs

He solemnly put the tracker into Rorick's hand, then turned around and walked out with steady steps. As he walked, he skillfully picked up the radio and reported in an orderly manner: "The mission of target number two has been completed, and we are heading to the evacuation point."

"I'm serious. If anything happens to him, I'll be very happy." Luo Ruik shouted at Long Zhan's departing back. His voice was full of determination, as if he was declaring his deepest desire to the world, and as if he was making some unquestionable promise to Long Zhan.

"As you wish!" Long Zhan didn't even turn his head, but just raised his hand and waved it casually. His posture was elegant and confident, and he soon disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

At the same time, Sergei, who was still searching in every corner of the slaughterhouse, and Stonebich, who was responsible for intercepting outside, quickly stopped their tasks after receiving Long Zhan's signal, and ran towards the evacuation point like a well-trained cheetah. The fierce exchange of gunfire and the deafening gunshots in the slaughterhouse suddenly stopped, and the entire slaughterhouse became extremely quiet in an instant, so quiet that even the slight sound of mice crawling in the corner could be heard. The sudden silence was like a thick curtain, quietly covering up everything that had just happened.

A minute later, Mike, along with a group of vicious gangsters, came over aggressively, following the traces left on the ground. The weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the dim light, and everyone's face was alert and fierce. When Mike found Rorick safe and sound among the pile of pork hanging high in the slaughterhouse, his originally tense nerves relaxed a little. He strode over, his eyes full of concern, and carefully checked whether his son was injured. After confirming that Rorick was unharmed, Mike breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"They asked me for help, but I refused." Rorick said calmly. He had just accepted the tracker handed over by Long Zhan, but now he lied to his father. Mike never thought that his own son would betray him behind his back, hate him to the core, and even secretly collude with others to put him to death. Therefore, Mike did not doubt his son's words at all. He just hugged Rorick in his arms with heartache, patted his back gently, and comforted him. In Mike's heart, his son will always be the child who needs his protection. He could never have imagined that this blood-thicker-than-water family relationship had already quietly deteriorated in the darkness.

Two hours later, a black BMW slowly drove in outside a magnificent and extremely luxurious private manor. The sun shone on the car body, reflecting a dazzling light, as if highlighting the extraordinary status of the people in the car. The BMW carrying Mike, his son Rorick and others slowly passed through the tall and gorgeous iron gate and drove into the manor.

The area of ​​this manor is beyond imagination. After entering the manor, the BMW drove along the winding driveway for nearly a minute before finally slowly stopping at the door of the manor villa. There is an extremely spacious yard at the door of the villa. Various luxury cars are parked in the yard. Each car is worth a lot of money and exudes a charming luster under the sunshine. There are also many bodyguards in black suits. They stand upright, with their legs apart, their hands folded in front of their abdomens, and their expressions are serious. They are in a standard state of alert, as if announcing to the world that this place is inviolable.

Standing in the middle was a tall, thin man wearing a pair of rimless sunglasses, exuding an air of superiority. He raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain and arrogance, as if nothing in front of him caught his eye.

"I'll take care of it." Mike turned around and whispered to his son and wife beside him. He was worried that his son and wife would say something wrong at this critical moment, thus causing unnecessary trouble. After all, the man in front of them was a big shot they couldn't afford to offend. After giving the instructions, Mike took a deep breath, quickly put on a warm smile, opened the car door, and walked out. He walked quickly towards the tall and thin man, smiled and greeted him, "Mr. Vinoni, I'm glad to meet you here." Mike's voice was full of respect, as if he was facing a high and mighty emperor.

"Ariana, you are always so bright and beautiful." Veronie still maintained his pretentious expression. He didn't even look at Mike who was smiling at him. All his attention was attracted by Ariana. His eyes revealed a kind of greed and desire, as if Ariana was a rare treasure that made him salivate.

This way of ignoring Mike's existence is undoubtedly extremely unreasonable and arrogant, and the scene looks very awkward. But from this small detail, it can be clearly seen that this man named Veronie does not take Mike seriously at all, and the difference in status between the two sides is like a world of difference. In his eyes, Mike may be just an insignificant little character. However, Mike was ignored like this, but he did not show the slightest anger. He still had that seemingly sincere smile on his face, as if nothing had happened just now. This also fully proves that Mike has long learned to endure and compromise in this gangster world in order to maintain his status and the interests of his family.

"Thank you, Mr. Veronie." Ariana, wearing a graceful dress, greeted him with an elegant smile. Her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness, but more of a calmness and composure, as if she had long been accustomed to such scenes.

"I didn't know you were coming. I'm sorry for not welcoming you. Please come in and sit down." Veronie kissed Ariana on the cheek, then smiled and invited everyone in. However, his eyes never left Ariana's body, and his greedy eyes made others feel uncomfortable.

"Do you want to discuss the details of the wedding?" Ariana asked softly, her voice gentle and pleasant. From her words, it can be heard that this Veronique in front of her is her future in-law, from a gangster family that is much more powerful than theirs. For the two families, this wedding should have been a feast of strong union, but unexpectedly, it was about to usher in an unexpected change.

Veronie didn't answer Ariana's words, but suddenly turned her eyes to Mike and asked expressionlessly, "I heard that you got into trouble in Venice, and just now in the city center. This is not good news." His voice was cold and sharp, like a sharp dagger, stabbing Mike's vitals. "Nothing to worry about, just a small matter." Mike shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, trying to make himself look relaxed. He didn't want to show his weakness and embarrassment in front of Veronie, even though his heart was already turbulent.

"It's not your turn to judge." Veronie retorted mercilessly, his tone full of disdain and arrogance. He didn't take Mike seriously at all, as if everything Mike said was so insignificant. Then he turned to Ariana and said coldly: "Your wife was very persuasive and persuaded me to agree to this marriage, but I regret it. My daughter will not marry into your family."

As soon as Veronie said this, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became extremely subtle. The originally lively and harmonious scene was instantly shrouded by a cold atmosphere. Rorick, who was following at the end, raised his mouth slightly, revealing an intriguing smile. In this smile, there was gloating over the predicament his father was about to face, and there was also pride in his plan being about to succeed. The smile on Ariana's face disappeared instantly at this moment, replaced by a face full of embarrassment and astonishment. She widened her eyes, as if she couldn't believe her ears, and her originally elegant face was slightly distorted because of shock. Mike's chest was instantly filled with anger. He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white because of the force. But he still forced the anger down, lowered his posture as much as possible, and asked with a pleading tone: "Isn't it a deal? We are all ready here, it's not good for you to regret it now." Mike's voice was both angry and helpless, and more of a reluctance to this change. He knew very well that the failure of this wedding would be a huge disaster for him and his family.

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In the dead silence and dim space, the atmosphere was almost suffocating. Mike and Veronie were on the verge of a war, and a storm was brewing quietly. Mike's eyes were burning with reluctance and anger, staring straight at Veronie, and the questioning words squeezed out from between his teeth, full of the meaning of burning the boats: "How can you retreat at this critical moment? You know how much effort our family has put in for this cooperation!" His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and every word was full of the suffering and expectations that the family had endured for many years.

Veronie, however, seemed to have not heard anything, with a disdainful sneer on his lips, that smile was like the frost in winter, icy and bone-chilling. He turned around, and that casual movement seemed to declare that Mike's questioning was so insignificant that it was not worth his energy to respond. "That was in the past, and the situation is different now." Veronie's voice was low and cold, as if it was wrapped in endless chill. Every word seemed to come from the deep hell, echoing in the empty room, hitting the wall, and then returning, stinging Mike's eardrums.

Mike was extremely anxious. For many years, the family had been struggling to survive under the shadow of their old enemy, and every step was taken with trepidation and caution. This cooperation was a great opportunity for them to get out of trouble and revive the family's reputation. How could he watch Veronie give up so easily? "Our family has been controlled by our old enemy for many years. This cooperation is our only chance to turn things around. Don't you understand?" Mike took a step forward, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white because of the force, his eyes were full of earnestness and anxiety, trying to awaken Veronie's conscience with words.

However, Veronie seemed to be wrapped in an invisible armor of indifference, and turned a deaf ear to Mike's pleading. His figure became more and more resolute, and his departing back seemed to be an unbridgeable chasm, completely severing the years of friendship between the two families. Mike could no longer suppress his inner impulse, he rushed forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Veronie's shoulder, shouting: "Wait, wait, don't leave in a hurry." This grab not only grabbed Veronie's body, but also grabbed the last glimmer of hope for the fate of the family.

This abrupt action instantly broke the already extremely tense atmosphere, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves. The surrounding bodyguards were like angry dogs, and they instantly became alert. There was a fierce light flashing in their eyes, which was the murderous spirit cultivated in the dark world for a long time. These bodyguards usually take it as their mission to maintain Veronie's absolute authority. At this moment, seeing someone dare to offend their master like this, they all looked fierce. Their hands quickly and skillfully inserted into their arms, hiding there were deadly weapons that could take other people's lives at any time. As long as Veronie gave an order, they would pounce on the offender without hesitation and tear him into pieces.

Veroni's face, which was originally as gloomy as ink, was now even darker as if ink could drip out of it. He turned around abruptly, and that movement carried a fierce momentum, like a gust of wind blowing past. "Mike~" His scolding was like a thunder, exploding in the small space, making Mike's eardrums buzz. Mike only felt a strong sense of oppression coming at him, and his body trembled involuntarily. It was an instinctive fear of the superior. His hand seemed to have touched a hot charcoal fire, and he quickly let go. His face was instantly filled with fear and apology, and he stammered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Veroni, I didn't mean to offend." His voice was full of trembling, it was the trembling in the face of absolute authority, the fear of unknown punishment.

"Mike, no matter how you package it, your family will always be garbage on the mountain." Veronie's voice was full of sarcasm and contempt, and every word was like a sharp dagger, piercing Mike's heart. As he spoke, he slowly put on a black tiger finger, which flashed a cold metallic luster under the dim light, as if it was a death warrant from hell. As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his arm violently without hesitation, and the fist with the tiger finger hit Mike's face like a cannonball.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and Mike's left face was instantly shattered.

Veronie really didn't hold back at all, and every move was a ruthless one, as if she wanted to beat Mike to death and would not stop until he was dead. (End of this chapter)