A Mercenary’s War

Mario was expressionless and sat on the sofa.

Although he was a little older, Mario was definitely an Italian handsome guy. His dress was impeccable no matter what time he was, but Mario's expression at the moment was extremely serious.

There are eight heavily armed men around Mario. They are no longer gangsters in suits and guns. That's too low-end. Now the people who protect Mario are wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. Two eyes, at a glance, is Beir professional, Beir has a special soldier fan, which makes people feel safe.

Mario can feel a little relieved only if someone around him protects.

Mario is waiting. He ventures back to his home, just to see who dares to stretch his claws at him, and who dares to come to him for a fight.

Although a decisive battle is completely forced, Mario always avoids this embarrassing problem. He prefers to feel that everything is still in his own hands.

Cesare sat opposite Mario, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, but his red wine was in his hand after taking a sip, and never moved.

Mario looked at the watch and stared at it for tens of seconds before putting down his hand and continuing to stare blankly at the TV.

Suddenly, Cesare's phone rang.

Cesare immediately put down the glass, instantly connected the phone, and then said in a deep voice: "Hey."

Cesare's eyes widened suddenly and lost his voice: "Really?"

Mario stared at Cesare closely. Cesare turned sideways, avoiding Mario ’s direct gaze, which was very rude to his boss, but he could not face his boss ’s eyes.

Finally, Cesare put down the phone and said in a weak voice: "Sofia found it."

"Really? Where is she!"

Mario finally got up, and he stood up, looking at Cesare who was still sitting on the sofa.

Cesare stood up, daring not to stare directly at Mario, and whispered: "Where someone put her at the door of the TV station."

Looking at Cesare's appearance and listening to Cesare's tone, Mario suddenly changed his face again. He leaned back slowly, and then fell on the sofa.

Cesare lowered his head in silence.

Mario also lowered her head, crossed her fingers, clasped her hands tightly, put it in front of her mouth, and breathed in the palm of her hand before whispering: "She is dead."

Cesare nodded and whispered: "Yes."

Mario closed her eyes and said feebly: "Take her home, bring Sofia back, and let me see her."

Cesare hesitated. What he wanted to say was difficult to export. He was thinking about how to tell him what happened in the mildest and least irritating tone of Mario, but he could n’t find any one Words that can be spoken.

After all, no matter how tactful it is, the truth is still cruel.

Looking at Cesare who had been hesitant, Mario's face was even more ugly. He reached out and tried hard to get Cesare a sip of red wine. After a gulp, he whispered: "Speak, happen What happened. "

Cesare squeezed his hands hard and whispered: "They sent back Sofia's, uh, part, are you okay?"

Mario instantly seemed to be twenty years old.

Mario stared at Cesare, shaking his head, and whispered: "How dare they, Cesare, how dare they do this?"

The same question, Mario will ask it every day these days. If something big happens, such as the death of an important member of the Cicero family, Mario will repeat the same question dozens of times hundreds of times, so Cesare He didn't answer this question anymore, because he knew that Mario was just asking.

There is no answer to this question, only the result, only God knows why a small mercenary dared to be an enemy of the Cicero family, and only God knows why Big Ivan will retaliate like a mercenary, this kind of problem is fundamental There is no answer, only the result that has become a reality.

After another silence, Cesare whispered: "Are you okay, I suggest you go to bed and rest."

Mario pointed to the empty glass and whispered: "Pour me a glass of wine, spirits."

Cesare poured a glass of whiskey, Mario drank it, and after a few coughing violently, pointed at the empty glass and gestured to pour it back, whispering: "Do you think they will come."

"probably not."

Mario let out a long breath, and then he whispered: "Cesare, how dare they do this? How dare they."

The same problem came again.

After repeating it again, Mario said in a deep voice: "Bring Sofia home, anyway, I want to see her, then, prepare her for the funeral."

Cesare said hardly: "Sophia, she, the secret funeral?"

"No, don't keep secret funerals, Sofia likes to be hilarious, don't keep secret funerals, let her friends and relatives come to send her, and there will be no chance in the future."

Cesare loosened his neckline and pulled off his tie, which made him feel a little smoother. Then, he whispered: "Not so suitable, Sofia, Sofia just came back, partly."

Difficult but after finally speaking part of the word, Cesare picked up a glass and filled himself with a sip of whiskey. After all, he finally told the truth.

Cesare was relaxed, but Mario was completely petrified. After a long time, Mario took the glass and took another sip, but this time he said nothing.

After a long silence, Cesare's phone finally rang again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Cesare was so grateful for this phone call, so that he could get rid of the silence.

After receiving the call, Cesare immediately excitedly shouted: "Really? Not mistaken? Where?"

The surprise this time was joyful, so it was a surprise. Cesare put down the phone, covered the microphone with one hand, and hurriedly said to Mario: "Fartino's mobile phone has signal! Tracked it, outside Rome In the abandoned factory. "

Mario's eyes recovered, and he said in a deep voice: "Can you determine the location this time? The specific location."

"Yes! The phone is turned off, but it doesn't move after the signal appears, so they should be where. According to the previous analysis, Fatino's mobile phone should be blocked in the car, only when the trunk is opened. A short signal came out to determine the approximate location, but it could not be accurately located. Later, if the signal is lost, it may be thrown away, but now it is not the case. The mobile phone may be always with them. "

Mario closed his eyes, opened his eyes again after thinking for a moment, and said very firmly: "Trap, this is a trap." (To be continued.)