You don't even want to call me godfather

José gritted his teeth and stepped back.

William witnessed all this, but he didn't say anything. He just stretched out his hand, waiting for Koshe to come forward and hold it.

Because as long as Koshei gave in, it would mean that he acknowledged the friendship between his family and the government in front of the people of Syracuse, which was exactly what William wanted to achieve.

It was also his first step to suppress the family power. If successful, the Cascade family would not dare to act rashly again.

"The Godfather once said that a person has only one destiny, which is like a pre-written script." Koshe took a deep breath, stretched out his hand helplessly, and said with emotion, "But unfortunately, the script of life is not something we can choose, and we can only work hard to play it well. Don't you think so, Mr. Patrick?"

The two hands were clasped together, representing the success of William's plan.

He didn't care what Koshe said at all, the purpose of this press conference had been achieved.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Koshei's hand held it tightly, and there was a hint of murderous intent in the latter's eyes.

But William knew that he no longer needed to act.

He pulled his hand back with all his strength, rubbed his pinched fingers, and looked at Koshei unkindly.

Then he smiled and handed the microphone to Koshei.

"Anything else to say?"

he laughed.

Koshe was speechless. He silently reached out his hand to the microphone, then quickly crossed the microphone and grabbed William's arm.

The sleeve was turned down, revealing a freshly scabbed wound to Koshe's eyes.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, but then William flicked his finger to turn off the microphone, and then, taking advantage of the force of Koshe's grip on his arm, he moved a little closer to him.

"You shouldn't do this, Koshei."

The smile on William's face disappeared and he spoke in a threatening tone.

"You... killed the Godfather?"

Koshe stared at him, the murderous intent and disgust in his eyes were gone, replaced by a blank look.

"Listen, Koshe Cascade," William pursed his lips impatiently and said, "You, the Cascade family, are nothing more than a dog I keep in a cage. Without me, there would be no Cascade today. You, are nothing more than livestock."

After saying that, William forcefully pulled his arm out, turned on the microphone again, and said to the citizens, "Today's press conference ends here. Although it was brief, it was all the essence. At the same time, I would like to thank Koshe Cascade for his cooperation. I believe that Syracuse will become better and better under the joint leadership of the government and the family in the future."

William bowed slightly to the audience, hung the microphone on the stand, and turned to walk behind the scenes.

"livestock……"

Koshei stood there, his pupils trembling continuously.

Looking at William's departing back, his hands gradually clenched and then slowly loosened.

He let out a long sigh, turned around, and walked in the opposite direction of William.

step.

Two steps.

Koshe stopped, suddenly pulled out the pistol from Jose's waist, and turned around.

"Mr. William Patrick."

"Hmm? What's the matter, Kosh'e?"

William heard Koshe's call and turned around with his usual smile on his face.

But this time, what greeted him was the black muzzle of a gun.

"Godfather, let me give you his regards."

"boom!"

Chapter 49: Troubles of the Minor

"boom!"

As the sudden gunshots rang out, everyone at the press conference was stunned for a moment.

William still had a slightly smug smile on his face, blood slowly flowed from the bloody hole on his forehead, and he fell backwards.

"Father!"

Then, Bartley's roar pulled everyone out of their daze.

Although the people of Syracuse were accustomed to the occasional gunshots around them, they had never seen such an act of killing high-ranking government officials in public, except for Destiny two years ago.

For a moment, there was a slight commotion among the crowd.

"You guy!"

Bartley knelt on the ground and caught the fallen William. The father he had always respected was now lying in his arms, lifeless. He stared at Koshei angrily and then pulled out his pistol.

"Javi, lend me one."

Jose's gun had just been taken away by Koshe. With quick eyes and hands, he snatched a knife from Javi's hand, took two steps forward and quickly hit Bartley's gun.

"boom!"

The gun body was deflected, the bullet shot into the sky, and the gun in Bartley's hand was knocked to the ground by Jose.

At the same time, Jarvy held his other knife against Bartley's neck.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move right now."

Javi said with his usual mocking smile.

Several congressmen who followed William onto the stage drew their guns and pointed them at Koshe, Jose, and Javi.

But before they could take the next step, each congressman had at least one gun pointed at his head.

It was the cadres. The cadres who had walked to the sides and behind the congressmen earlier now raised their guns and pointed them at the heads of those congressmen.

Other party members also rushed to the podium to varying degrees, or stood below the stage, raising their guns and pointing them at the congressmen.

In just a few seconds, the congressmen were pointed at with guns by dozens or even a hundred party members.

Everyone's finger was on the trigger, and their nerves were tense, fearing that someone would fire the first shot.

Just when everyone was on the verge of a fight, one of the government officials suddenly raised his hands to his ears in a gesture of surrender, and his gun fell to the ground.

The cadres and party members stared at him in confusion, and the government members also looked at him in confusion.

"What the hell are you doing?"

A congressman nudged him with his elbow and asked in a low voice.

"Surrender...surrender..."

The man spoke hesitantly.

Koshe glanced at the black Liberi, he ignored this farce-like episode, and calmly handed the gun back to Jose. In the latter's somewhat puzzled eyes, he picked up the microphone again.

The commotion in the crowd stopped. The people of Syracuse had all seen big scenes, not to mention that the one who was in charge of the situation now was undoubtedly a member of the Cascade family.

Seeing Koshe calmly preparing to give his speech, Bartley's anger grew more intense, and he even wanted to rebel.

“Chi-chi-chi-chi”

The sound of the chainsaw made everyone present even more nervous.

"Don't move, if you don't want to get killed."

Broca looked down at Bartley expressionlessly, the chainsaw in his hand making a noisy chain saw sound.

Bartley stared with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He swallowed and stopped struggling.

"As I said just now, this country is perfect because of its imperfections," Koshe glanced at Bartley and said calmly, "Perhaps in the minds of most people, the government is an indispensable institution of a country, but perhaps, we can make this country a little more imperfect."

The crowd in the audience were all looking at him, looking at the new godfather who had just shot and killed the person in charge of the highest government in Syracuse, waiting for his next speech.

"From today on, there will be no more government in Syracuse," Koshei said as he held the microphone and announced the shocking decision in a calm tone, "and I will inherit the position of Godfather and represent the rules and order of this land."

After he finished speaking, he let go of her hand, ignored the citizens' reactions, and walked behind the scenes.

Seeing that Koshe had finished his speech, Jose lowered his head, then loaded his pistol without hesitation, aiming at Bartley, who was half-kneeling on the ground holding William's body, wanting to kill him as well.

"No need," but Koshe lowered his gun and said, "One life for one life, no more bloodshed is needed."

Jose understood and put down his gun. The party cadres led by him raised their guns and pointed them at the congressmen while slowly moving towards Koshei, gathering behind him and leaving the podium one after another.

They made their way through the crowd, surrounded Koshei, and left the press conference.

And in a corner where no one noticed, a figure wearing a wide cloak with a hood covering his face watched Koshei and his group leave. Then his gaze shifted to Bartley, who had just stood up on the stage and stared at Koshei's back with hatred for a long time.

Then she quietly disappeared from the corner.

……

After Koshei left the central square, he dismissed his followers.

In fact, party cadres were also very confused as to what had happened to Koshei today. Nothing like this had ever happened in history.

But no one said anything. In the Cascade family, most of the party members have always helped their relatives and not their relatives, even the cadres were no exception.

They wisely dispersed on their own. Only Jose, the only one who knew the reason behind this matter, stopped for a moment, but in the end he just sighed and left.

"It's really complicated," Msisha said at this time, "I couldn't even know what you were thinking before you killed William."

Koshe was speechless and lit a cigarette for himself.

After a long pause, he said, "To be honest, I don't know myself. My mind was blank at the time, and all kinds of emotions mixed together, prompting me to pull the trigger."

"But in this way, you can be considered to have avenged your great vengeance."

"Compared to this, I would like to ask you something more," Koshei said, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He frowned and exhaled a puff of smoke, saying, "What have you been doing these days, including the press conference just now?"

"What do you mean?"

"You only told me that the owner of the smell was at the scene, but you didn't tell me that the person was William," Koshe said, "And yesterday at noon, when William came to see me, you were also there, but you didn't point this out. I don't think you can't smell his scent. Tell me, Msisha... What are you hiding and what do you want to do?"

Msisha remained silent, and Koshei did not ask any further questions until a cigarette was about to burn out, then He spoke.

"William said it right, death is not unexpected. This is Ulysses' fate, and everything that happened today is also your fate. Everything has its own way, so why should I worry about it?"

"Perhaps, we should have a good talk, Msisha."

Koshe threw away his cigarette butt, sighed and said.

Chapter 50 Regretful Farewell

In the mansion, Koshei was wandering in the study on the first floor.

The sound of footsteps raised the dust in the silence. He searched in the dim study for a while, found an empty space on the bookshelf, and put the book he had brought back from the ruins of the Godfather's mansion on it.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorting out the Godfather's belongings," Koshe said, holding a box in his arms. "These are some things that the party members had salvaged from the ruins of the Godfather's mansion. I tried to sort them out and put the Godfather's belongings in the box. I don't know why, the heavier the box, the lighter it feels to me."

"Are you going to throw those things away?"

"No, I can't do that," Koshei said, his lips parted and he shook his head. He put the box under the bookshelf. "I just want to clean them out, take a last look at them, and then put them where they belong."

Looking at the pile of things in the box, he picked up a photo frame.

The glass of the photo frame had been shattered, revealing the slightly burned photo inside.

In the photo, the godfather stood there majestically, leaning on a cane, and the godmother snuggled up to him. In front of them was the young Koshe with a reluctant look on his face, and Destiny holding Koshe's hand with a look of longing on his face.

Koshe half-knelt on the ground, looking at the photo frame in his hand. He silently took the photo out of the frame and carefully put it into his pocket.

Msisha, who was in a certain space, looked at Koshe who was so depressed and stopped talking.

After all, he still didn't come out.

……

"On a day like this, it's easy to feel like there's no hope in life, but there are always dark days in life, days when you feel alone, and that's when hope is needed the most. We have to be stronger than everything we've been through, and I hope you find that hope."

In the cemetery, the party members gathered around the godfather's tomb and remained silent, while the priest read a eulogy in front of the tomb.