Ark, they don't revolve around you

"I'm here to see you, Lemiaoan." Zhuang Ning sat down.

The girl responded coldly: "What else do you want? We all believed you."

But when the man touched her hand and intertwined their fingers, the seemingly cold girl did not refuse.

Remian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears and shouted loudly: "You are a devil!!"

Her lips were blocked, she saw a pair of black eyes, and felt the man's breath close to her.

"Then you are the woman who listens to the devil's words."

He held the girl's hand, and the two of them were in the wilderness. Remion saw lights on in the distance, which were countless refugees.

"God cannot bring salvation, but the devil can, because the devil values ​​contracts more than anyone else."

Lemiaoan was speechless.

Zhuang Ning watched coldly and heard the system's prompt.

[Simulation mission, capturing the holy city has been completed.]

【Lord, why did you leave me?】

Chapter 57: Mafia, kneel down!

Syracuse.

There was a burst of fire. It was an unprecedentedly violent explosion. The asphalt road surface on the highway was blown away and splashed hundreds of meters away. In the fire, a car engine bounced up and hit a tree.

It was obvious that the explosion was a revenge, and the mastermind was afraid that people would not be killed in the explosion, so they poured hundreds of kilograms of source stone powder into thirteen iron barrels and buried them in underground pipes along the route that the cars had to pass. The power was enough to blow up a street!

Smoke was rising. Lavinia Falcone looked calm just before her death. She was blown to pieces and her body could not be put together. This brave judge fulfilled her oath to the Code of Thorns.

In the urban area far away from the highway, Zhuang Ning ordered a brandy. In the misty rain, he hummed a relaxing tune and looked at the desolate streets.

The war broke out, and all the young men were forced to go to the battlefield by their families. They fought for those bloody people, and their death might only earn them a light praise from the head of the family.

"That's a real Syracusan."

The store manager looked at this seemingly ordinary man out of the corner of his eye, guessing the power behind this person. Nowadays, the young people who were not pulled into the war all had some family background, but this young man should not be very strong. Perhaps he was a military strategist who gave advice.

The owner himself was loyal to the Saluzzo of the Twelve Families, a family renowned for its iron order.

"Young man, your wine." The wine glass was handed to Zhuang Ning, who thanked him. When the owner looked at Zhuang Ning, he was also looking at this poor old guy. He survived the family fight, but his descendants had to drag him into the battlefield.

"Young man, be careful." Perhaps out of kindness, the shopkeeper reminded, "There are more than just the Saluzzo family around here."

After the death of Lady Sicily, the civil war within the Mafia began, with intrigues and killings. The Mafia family was the most shameless. They covered themselves with a solemn cloak, but had no hesitation in doing bad things.

"It's okay, I have Texas as my bodyguard." Zhuang Ning joked.

The shop owner was surprised. Texas was the lone wolf in Volsini who was in the limelight. She had wiped out several families in succession and was very powerful. Even the head of Saluzzo was afraid of her. Who would dare to let such a person be a security guard?

But this is what young people are like, right? The old man thought, narrowed his eyes and said quietly: "Young man, although I don't know who you listen to, in Syracuse, don't expose your depth at will and abide by the law of silence."

Silence, this is the iron rule of Syracuse. Some words spoken out loud would be worse than death.

"That's right." Zhuang Ning agreed. He was about to leave because the news had reported an explosion on the highway and the victim was Lavinia Falcone. Before leaving, Zhuang Ning saw a flash of anger on the owner's face. The old man was sad about Lavinia's death.

Just at this moment, there was the sound of brakes outside the house. The modified sports car made an astonishingly loud noise, but everyone knew which car belonged to Cellinina Texas, the most perfect Syracuse in history. She fought against the Twelve Families and escaped from them. Now she was the number one enemy of the Twelve Families.

The old shop owner turned pale because Texas actually opened the car door for the young man, looking like a waiter or a servant.

What the young man said was true, Texas really was his bodyguard!

Zhuang Ning got in the car. It was raining heavily. Without waiting for Texas to report, he spoke:

"I allowed Lavinia to die. She was a very good woman, and she did not hesitate at all to die."

Texas paled a little. "Why? She trusts you so much."

"She believes that I can bring changes to Syracuse." Zhuang Ning said indifferently.

The car stopped, Texas pulled out the sword and put it on his neck. She was crying, tears streaming down her face. She rarely acted so violently: "You are a lunatic...!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm very rational. Every step is under my control." Zhuang Ning held the sword, the cold sword on his body. Texas relied on his superb swordsmanship to cut off the enemy's heads.

"If she dies, you will have no judge to rely on, and your support in Volsiny will be gone!"

"No." Zhuang Ning sneered, "You are the ones who rely on me, not me who relies on you."

He got out of the car and opened the door for Texas, as politely as a Victorian gentleman.

"Her death will not be in vain. Her death will bring victory."

Texas heard him say that.

The gravel-paved road was empty, as if there were only her and Zhuang Ning in the whole world. They were the last humans, and the only thing that accompanied them was the sound of rain.

Suddenly, the radio started to sound. It wasn't just this one, but voices rang out all over Syracuse. A woman was yelling at the top of her lungs:

"Mafia, kneel down!!"

Then a man.

"Mafia, kneel down!!!"

The old men, children, men, women, everyone was roaring, and the whole Syracuse was drowned by this shocking sound.

"Mafia, kneel down!!!"

No one has ever dared to call the family the Mafia. Mafia members call themselves gentlemen and call their work "our business." They are a shadow government and their words are followed by laws.

But now, the whole of Volsini seemed to have woken up.

Texas was stunned to see that almost everyone in every household had opened the blinds, and then everyone took out the bed sheets and wrote blood-red words with ketchup:

“We want justice!”

"Mafia, kneel down!"

The silent city was suddenly no longer silent, and everyone was roaring, like wolves howling at the sky under the full moon. Texas saw the sadness in their eyes. They were mourning a poor judge who once vowed to fight for her people!

"Hey! What's going on, *Syracuse, get out! You don't want to live anymore, do you?!!!" The family's minions came out in full force, they roared, but their voices were drowned out by the louder noises, so they picked up their weapons, picked up guns and crossbows, they were exposed in broad daylight, and were a little timid.

Texas has plans to fight them.

But Zhuang Ning stretched out his hand and clapped. It was like a signal. The broadcast stopped, and those angry people stopped roaring and returned to silence.

Silence is Syracuse tonight.

As a price, there was a horn, the sound of the horn was very loud, like the music of marching and fighting in ancient times!

The soldiers of those families did not react, but the Horned Leader was horrified. They were too familiar with this sound. This horn belonged to only one army, an army engraved in their blood. Every family was afraid of such a monster.

——The mouth of a giant wolf.

Sixty years ago, Lady Sicily relied on such an army to conquer the twelve families and forced them to respect her as their godmother!

Now, this army, dressed in black, marched slowly against the rain, like a funeral procession. The leader, a silver-white wolf, knelt on one knee: "Lappland, the Mouth of the Giant Wolf, at your service."

"Now, this team belongs to you, Doctor!"

The doctor smiled coldly: "Twelve families, leave no one alive, kill them all."

[Simulation Mission: Mafia, Kneel Down, Completed]

Note: Giovanni Falcone, the real-life prototype of Lavinia Falcone, was regarded by the then Mafia leader Reina the Shorty as the second person who could destroy the Mafia since Mussolini.

Falcone was killed in a bomb in 1992. Reina thought that he would no longer be a threat, but he completely aroused public anger. Sicilian citizens, who were accustomed to treating others in silence, marched in Palermo. Someone openly shouted on the radio, "Mafia, kneel down!" The citizens formed a bed sheet committee and wrote on the bed sheets to express their anger.

At that time, all politicians tried their best to distance themselves from the Mafia. One-third of Italian parliamentarians were investigated for their links with the Mafia. Rome sent 7,000 carabinieri to Sicily, and Shorty Reina was arrested.

From the results, the death of Falcone directly destroyed the Mafia's power in the open. After Falcone's death, the Mafia went from being open to being secret and no longer dared to be as rampant as before.

Giovanni Falcone is a truly ruthless man. Because of him, we can know the operating logic within the Mafia. He has almost completely uncovered the inside story of the Mafia. From a purely prototype perspective, I think this person makes me feel more sad than Godfather Corleone (and his death was much more tragic, after all, he and his wife were both killed in the explosion).

However, the character written by Jiao Zui is obviously not as good as her prototype in terms of plot. If Syracuse II is really released, I hope Zui Zui will not bury the Falconet family name.

Bounty Results

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Originally, there were 23415 recommendation votes, 1696 monthly votes, and 585 blades.

As of early morning, the number of recommendation votes was 27950, the number of monthly votes was 2251, and the number of blades was 908.

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All chapters will be paid off at once when they go on sale on Friday, after all, I still have some manuscripts saved!

Chapter 58 Why not, be my slave?

[Simulation mission, national mourning completed]

[You have swept away the old dust of Yan, and all the lands belong to her master. This is your oath. You have returned Yan to her true master.]

[Simulation mission, Witch King, completed]

[You have recently deprived all the electors of their power. You are a great emperor! ]

[Simulation mission, savior, completed]

[You took advantage of the unrest that triggered the Great Depression in Colombia and used this opportunity to sneak in. You destroyed Colombia, and you saved Colombia! ]

[Simulation mission, The End of the Lion, completed, you control Victoria. ]

[Simulation mission, the united people never give up, completed, Bolivar independent from Letania and Colombia. ]

[Simulation mission, the destruction of the black snake.]

[This is your last mission. Ursus is no longer able to sustain it. You have won. Finally, give your enemy a beautiful end.]

In the Saint Stein Castle, flags were flying. The pattern they were flying was no longer the image of a double-headed eagle, but was dyed red like wheat ears and blood.

There was a huge execution ground in front of the palace. The man was pushed onto the stage. He had no expression on his face, even though he was once the noblest man in this country.

Emperor Feodor, a man of ancient bloodline, lowered his eyes in embarrassment. He suppressed his fear and listened to the executioner reading out his crimes. This was a trial and everyone would give him a suitable but undignified ending.

The shackles were put on his head. The executioner this time was an experienced man who knew how to hang the criminals in the fastest and best way. The emperor raised his head. In the last moment before his death, he decided to maintain his pride.

He was hanging in the air without struggling. His cervical vertebrae broke instantly due to weightlessness and he died almost instantly.

Everyone rejoiced and celebrated this great victory. They smashed the emperor's statues and swept the past oppressors into the dustbin of history.

But in the cafe next to the palace, the woman had a sad face. She was a beautiful person, with the coldness that all Ursus people had. Even in this noisy place, she looked like a dignified, holy and inviolable princess.

It's not that no one came to chat with her. Many people could see that she was in a state of disarray. There was never a shortage of playboys in Saint Steed Castle. She refused them at first, but there were always some who were blind. She got annoyed and stared at them coldly. So the moment the people came close to her, their limbs twitched and they were in excruciating pain. Their screams could be heard clearly through the wall. Only then did everyone realize that she was actually a powerful magician.

A few minutes later, the man walked into the cafe, looked around, and his eyes immediately fixed on the woman.

At first glance, this man is unremarkable and his race is hard to tell. But judging from his anxious look, it seems as if he is going to meet his lover.

As luck would have it, he actually walked towards the woman. Others were prepared to see a good show, but the expected scene of the man's limbs twitching did not happen.

In fact, the woman bit her lip, and her cold face began to fluctuate, like the water surface touched by a dragonfly. She took the initiative to pull out a chair for the man and smiled slightly, her smile as bright as a flower.

Everyone was shocked, and the man seemed a little embarrassed. He sat down and said softly, "Am I here at a bad time?"

"How could that be? Didn't you choose this time on purpose? You are mocking me. You never considered me as your enemy from the beginning." The woman said, still smiling. There was hatred in her smile, which only the man opposite could detect.

Man...Zhuang Ning lowered his eyes slightly and smiled back, but the smile was not sharp.

"You and I are the only real people in this world. The rest are nothing but illusions and delusions." He took a sip of coffee. This man originally had the ambition to rule everything, or should have had that kind of pride, but when the woman saw him again, she only found that he was like one of the countless living beings.

"Are you surprised?" Zhuang Ning shook his head. "Kasheina, this is the real me. I am an ordinary person. My dream is not to unify the world, nor do I have the ambition to revolt for the people. This is the real me."

"Ordinary?" The woman sneered coldly, "Do you really think you are ordinary? Ordinary people would not unify Terra in just ten years. Ordinary people would not start a war, and would not be able to cruelly kill one-tenth of the people on this land—"

"Of course." Zhuang Ning looked at her. "Ordinary people can also act like wolves or lions when they are provoked."

Kashena was stunned and speechless. The lights went down and she looked at Zhuang Ning's face. The TV was broadcasting the scene of the emperor's execution. It was a farce led by this person from beginning to end, but Zhuang Ning did not feel complacent and did not feel the joy of success.

"madman."

This is how Black Snake evaluated her, a monster who didn't know she was crazy.

How could she want to invade such a man? The Doctor's soul was untouchable. The thousand years he boasted about were like a joke in his eyes. He was born to stir up the storm called Terra.