The Legend of the Fishermen of Sicily

Chapter 109 Where did you get that sniper rifle?

Leo's small farewell party turned into Angie's small memorial service due to some unforeseen circumstances.

Sandro not only beat him up, but also put the young man in solitary confinement.

It was originally supposed to be a week, but under Mrs. Rosa's threatening gaze, it was changed to five days, just as Angie had guessed beforehand.

The only thing he hadn't anticipated was Orlando's arrival and Leo's betrayal.

Before being put in solitary confinement, Angie requested five minutes of free breathing time.

Bianchi came out to keep his brother company, and he pulled Leo along with him.

Angie's sparse hair was completely disheveled during the escape, making him look even more haggard than his older brother Antonino.

"Why?" he asked Leo.

You heartless bastard, you owe me an explanation.

After careful consideration, Leo replied, "In the East, there was a great figure named Mozi who was a thinker, philosopher, politician, social activist, scientist, inventor, craftsman, and educator all in one. He once said that using wrong statements to deny correct statements is like hitting a stone with an egg. Even if all the eggs in the world are smashed, the stone will still be a stone and will not be destroyed."

He looked at Angie: "You chose the wrong time; it's like throwing an egg against a rock."

Actually, Leo understands Angie a little better now.

His intentions were indeed good—everything was for the honor of the family.

However, the method used was inappropriate.

Angie forgot her anger and instead became curious: "Really? What else did this teacher say?"

Leo said with a deep expression, "Mozi has said too much; I cannot explain it all to you."

Angie persisted with Leo, refusing to give up: "Say two more, or even just one."

Seeing that his younger brother was still unrepentant, Bianchi interrupted his conversation with Leo: "You should reflect on your actions these next few days and stop thinking about those messy things. Look how angry Father is! When Father is angry, Mother will worry too. You're such a worry, Angie."

"Considering this is the first time Angie and Leo have met," Bianchi formally introduced the two of them.

"This is my younger brother, Angie Mariani."

"This is Leo Volpe."

"You two should have met before, but you're not familiar with each other yet. You can get to know each other gradually in the future."

Angie grabbed Leo's hand, her face full of eagerness: "We'll get to know each other slowly later!"

The purpose of calling everyone here was to encourage Leo to put in more effort when he goes to Messina, but Angie's outburst has completely dampened Sandro's spirits, and his body can't keep up either.

The old captain, supported by his wife and eldest son, went to his bedroom to rest, looking like he wouldn't recover for several days.

Before leaving, he asked Bianchi to tell Leo about Messina.

The two men left Sandro's mansion and saw a curly-haired man wiping his sweat at the door.

Bianchi glanced at it, but didn't stop walking.

Leo glanced at it and then looked away.

You have received a mission: to infiltrate government departments.

Smuggling, murder, loan sharking, extortion—all the businesses you are currently or will be involved in in the future will constantly face the threat of state violence. You need to get to know some people with real power. Right now, there is one in front of you. Go, bribe him, and slowly make him your man.

[Quest Reward: Reputation +3]

Leo stopped in his tracks and asked Bianchi beside him, "Aren't you hot?"

Bianchi nodded: "A little."

"Let's go, I'll treat you to ice cream." Leo turned around, as if suddenly noticing someone, and casually asked, "Want to come along?"

Orlando looked around; there was no one else there.

He slowly widened his eyes, then slowly raised a finger to himself, as if struck by lightning: "Are you asking me?"

Leo winked at him: "Yeah, want to come along?"

Leo thought bribing Orlando would be difficult.

It was his first time meeting Orlando, and given how cautious and sensitive the Sicilian was, how could he possibly accept an invitation so readily?

As a result, Orlando not only came along, but also invited him and Bianchi.

Leo ate two double scoops of ice cream before he could pay the bill, thus completing his mission of "infiltrating government departments".

Seeing how much Leo loved ice cream, Bianchi ordered him another serving, a super-sized one, so Leo could eat his fill.

At that moment, Leo was shivering as he ate his third ice cream under the scorching sun.

Orlando was just a tool; once the mission was complete, Leo ignored him and talked to Bianchi about Messina.

But Orlando, standing to the side, finished his ice cream while crying.

Finally, someone takes me, the village chief, seriously...

He's a fisherman!

Orlando had just implemented the "capture the king" strategy, but before he could say anything, it triggered an internal crisis within the Sandro family.

With the old captain so angry, Orlando dared not go back.

"We're leaving." Leo was feeling really cold and wanted to go home to eat wrapped in a blanket. He politely said goodbye to Orlando as he left.

Bianchi didn't say anything, got up and left.

If Orlando hadn't brought up the topic of fishing, Angie wouldn't have expressed her opinion; if Angie hadn't expressed her opinion, her father wouldn't have been angry; if her father hadn't been angry, her mother wouldn't have been troubled... Bianchi saw that the village chief was full of anger and didn't give him a kind look at all.

"Goodbye!" Orlando said goodbye to Leo.

The ice cream shop owner, who had a good relationship with Leo, warmly saw him off, saying, "Good luck in Messina! We're waiting for your good news!"

Longo, who was playing in the mud by the door, chased after Leo, chattering all the way: "Can I play with your harpoon for a little while, just a little while..."

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Orlando watched Leo being escorted like a hero and suddenly had a plan.

Old Wang is definitely not going to give me a friendly look.

Why don't I elect a new king?

This Leo looks pretty good!

They came from out of town and had no local roots.

He only had a good relationship with a very few villagers; most people were still wary of him.

He desperately needs to prove himself in Malzamemi, who is easy to control.

And most importantly—Orlando saw in Leo the potential to become the new king!

Bianchi followed Leo back to the shipyard and, as his father had instructed, told Leo about the events that had occurred in Messina over the past three years.

Leo listened as he continued working on his forklift.

When he was almost finished, he slung it over his shoulder and proudly showed it off: "How was it?"

The harpoon is 2 meters long and is constructed as a single, undisassembled unit, so it can only be made into a one-piece box structure.

Leo immediately thought of those chivalrous heroes who traveled the world carrying sword cases.

Which boy doesn't dream of being a martial arts hero?

So Leo made the box into a double-opening design that is 2.1 meters long, 35 centimeters wide, and 20 centimeters thick.

He was very satisfied with his design. Although it was currently in its natural wood color, it would have a unique charm after being painted.

Leo eagerly awaited Bianchi's reaction.

Isn't the "Fork Box" I made by replicating the shape of the "Sword Box" fantastic?

Bianchi nodded: "That's good, so if you can't be a thrower, try to be a lookout on the high mast, at least get a feel for it."

Leo maintained his pose: "That's it?"

Bianchi continued, "Cruising is boring, or do you want to become a helmsman and learn to sail?"

"I'm asking you about my box!" Leo turned around, showing Bianchi what was behind him. "How's it?"

"It's silly," Bianchi said matter-of-factly.

No one in Sicily uses boxes to store harpoons.

Leo made a box and carried it diagonally across his body, which Bianchi found very incomprehensible.

"Isn't this impressive?" Leo turned around, took off the fork box, and showed Bianchi how to use it.

Bianchi bluntly stated, "There's really no need to make a box; you can just put a protective bag over the fork tip."

The rich young master never considered that Leo would have to travel all the way to Messina, thinking that he would arrive in the blink of an eye, and he sat in a car with a driver the whole time.

"You don't understand." Leo put the box down. "A trident without a sheath is like a peerless sword without a scabbard."

Bianchi shrugged: "Not every knife has a sheath."

Leo lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought.

He was wrong, terribly wrong.

They are talking about completely different things.

Leo was referring to the treasured swords carried by the heroes, while Bianchi was probably thinking of the knives that the villagers used for their daily work.

No one here is destined to resonate with Leo's martial arts dream...

Bianchi didn't understand, and neither did the other Sicilians.

Then the design approach needs to be changed.

Fortunately, there was still time.

"Bianchi, do me a favor," Leo suddenly said.

Bianchi instantly reached for the buttons on his white shirt, his eyes sharpening: "What kind of help?"

Leo stopped him from tearing off his clothes: "Go find me a few things."

Leo is leaving for Messina tomorrow.

Remembering Solberto's instructions, Enzo was a little worried. In the evening, he took the boat to the shipyard to ask him how the preparations were going.

Before even going inside, I overheard Leo and Bianchi talking at the entrance.

"How did it go this time?"

"That's awesome! You actually managed to make something like that!"

"The time was too short, and the overall effect was a little worse than I expected."

Is it safe?

"As long as it doesn't get wet, it should be fine. This kind of thing needs regular maintenance."

"Hmm, that doesn't seem quite right..."

"Let me take a look. I've never used this before. Let me try it!"

Then Enzo heard a crisp metallic click, followed by a series of metallic clattering sounds from the sliding rails.

Enzo was puzzled. What were those two kids messing around with in there?

I rushed inside and was stunned.

Between the two people lay a box more than 2 meters long. It had a double-opening design, was matte black, and had all eight corners firmly protected with stainless steel corner protectors.

The box has six push-button latches evenly distributed on both sides, and the inside is lined with abrasion-resistant soft leather. The sides of the box are equipped with a set of cowhide handles.

Enzo's beard bristled instantly, and he stormed in, arms outstretched: "You two damned brats, where did you get this stuff?"

With such a long gun case, it must be at least a Barrett with a silencer, right?

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