The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

"Risut really dares to do it," Belluni drank a drink, put down the goblet, and threw the gun in his hand to the ground. The pistol immediately transformed into a human figure and jumped out.

is a stand-in.

"I thought he was a man who likes stability." Belluni stood up, the villa in the middle of the mountain was facing the large forest, and he looked at the sea of ​​trees in Bibo: "If I were the boss, I would list an assassination team alone, not subordinate them to the cadres."

"Of course, I'm not a BOSS." Belluni is a typical northern Italian with an elegant smile that is unique to northern Europe.

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"Have you heard?" said a member of a low-level gang organization: "Mr. Polbo was seriously injured and entered the hospital."

"Mr. Polpo?"

"Mr. Risut did it."

"Huh? Stop joking, isn't Mr. Risut going to be a cadre?"

"Yeah, we're all wondering! Who's going to take care of Polpo now?"

"Ignore this for now, I heard people say that Polbo may have burped." A gang member came out of it, dragged a long shovel and scratched on the ground, and said he wiped it. Tears in the corners of the eyes.

"Luca, are you sad? Lord Polbo seems to be very kind to you."

"No, I'm just excited," said Luca, who was dragging the shovel. "I heard that Polbo left hundreds of millions of properties!"

"Ha!" Everyone looked surprised and greedy: "Really?!"

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"The news is here, Mr. Bellicolo." A middle-aged Italian in a gangster suit took out a piece of paper and a photo from the fax machine, and hurriedly ran to a short white-haired man and handed it to him, "It's this Nice people."

Bellicolo, 65, one of the cadres of the Passion organization.

He frowned and took the photo. The photo was of a blond man walking into the prison. His blond hair was a little unsightly, but he could still see his face very clearly.

—Johnson Joffrey.

"It's not like Risut's handwriting at all. If Risut wanted to kill Polbo, he wouldn't have made such a big move." Bellicro frowned and analyzed, "If you do this, you will be alone. Power and organization have declared war."

Bellicolo was still in disbelief, and then turned on the computer and contacted the BOSS through a special method.

While logging into a non-existent web page that is neither recorded nor accessible, he muttered to himself, "Lisut, did you do this for Gerald and Sobel?"

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The dark wind blew into the house from the closed window. Inside the cheap hotel, a man wrapped in black cloth was staring at the pictures on the laptop, frowning. The dark green screen of the computer could not take pictures. Brightening his face, on the contrary, let the whole room have a strange air.

His gaze rested on a photo of a blond-haired man walking into a prison.He frowned slightly, as if thinking about who this person was, and a few rose-red hair emerged from the black hood.

He sent several photos to all the cadres, and within three minutes, all Passion members in Italy knew all the information about the assassination team.

"Lisut, you've done a good job these years, but you're too greedy."

"No one can stand in front of me, Diablo!"

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Chapter 023 The Assassination Team Stayed

At noon on March 1999, 3, Risut Nero arranged for his nephew, Jonson Joffrey, to be tested by Polbo, but he was still a little uneasy, and suddenly thought that his cousin would give him to him after he went to the United States. written letter.

[Johnson is a good boy, I hope he can become a lawyer in the future. 】

Tsk, Risutnero couldn't help but patted his head, looking at the team members who were sitting in front of the TV and watching the game without heart and heart, his unease was still rising.

"What the hell is Dino kicking?! We Italians have lost their faces by him!!" Gaqiu took off his shoes and threw them on the TV.

Hallmaggio couldn't help frowning and said, "Gaqiu, don't throw it around, you've already smashed one."

Risut began to blame himself again. Originally, he arranged for Jonson to go home after the examination and arranged for him to have an Italian teacher.

Iruso came back from the outside, thoughtful and hesitant to speak, and finally said: "Just now..."

"It's so slow, Iruso, the game has already started." Gaqiu said.

"No!" Iruso said decisively: "Johnson, Jonson he..."

"What happened to Jonson?!" Risut asked quickly.

"I just went downstairs and saw that there were fire trucks and ambulances, and the third prison was bombed." Iruso analyzed: "The third prison is the Polbo family! Didn't that kid Jonson go for a test today? Since then, I have always felt that that kid is not simple, and is likely to do something out of the ordinary."

"I'm just guessing, maybe that kid did it."

"Don't talk nonsense, Iruso." Prosht said on the sofa: "This is not a joke. If Jonson did it, would we still watch the game so leisurely?"

As soon as Prostitute's voice fell, there was a heavy silence in the air.

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