Dc Violence -Kun

Carmine Hotel, seventh floor.

The Victorian-style hall is full of colors and clearly divided, luxurious and magnificent without losing the breath of artistic beauty.

On the dining table, top-quality caviar from CAVIARHOUSEPRUNIER from the United Kingdom, black truffles from Italy, top-quality foie gras from France, and world-class steaks from the Polmard family are placed on the dining table. A regular-sized steak alone is worth 3,600 US dollars, which is about RMB. There are more than 20,000, and there are all kinds of top seafood lobsters, cheese pasta and so on.

This meal can be described as an extremely luxurious meal, more than $50,000 per meal. In this era, people who can enjoy this way, although there are not many, will not be such a luxury.

The aroma and taste of the food spread, and it makes people salivate.

At the dining table, there were Bati and Carmine, they were not far away, and they were only a few steps away.

Behind him is the housekeeper with a white napkin on his hand, holding a wine bottle ready to serve.

The fly in the ointment is that Mike, a strong Russian man, knelt aside, his expression aggrieved. This kind of elegant banquet place was destroyed.

"Cheers!"

Bardi raised his glasses a little while clinking with Carmine, there was a crisp sound of glasses.

"For friendship." Carmine smiled, raising the cup.

Badi smiled and drank the brandy in the goblet.

It was the first time that he met the Patriarch of the Falcone family, the godfather of most of the underworld in Gotham. On the surface, it made people feel good, courageous, ambitious, and capable.

Just knowing his own strength, not afraid of pinching him to death, dare to invite himself to dinner, this made Badi feel good.

Bati tasted a sip of sake foie gras, and the elegant aroma continued, leaving the fragrant cheeks and teeth. He nodded slightly, very satisfied. The food always made people feel happy.

The two people talked a few words, nothing more than the past of various temptations of Badi, which was lightly described by Badi.

After eating a round of food, Badi held a knife and fork in both hands and leaned his arms lightly on the table. He looked relaxed and relaxed. His lumbar spine was straight, calm and generous, and he was not ashamed of his own table manners.

Carmine skipped the corner of his eyes, observing the words and deeds of Bati.

But there was a bit of doubt in his mind.

Ba Di's self-confidence, calmness, elegance and ease, surprised him, where is this unconventional noble son?

But Badi has a kind of aura, majestic and majestic covering everything, with a smile, and controlling the audience, making people feel like he is always a head lower than him.

This feeling makes Carmine uncomfortable physically and mentally, and feels that his aura is overwhelmed. Here belongs to the calm atmosphere of a person of Badi, which makes him feel jealous.

The moment he saw Badi, he knew that it was impossible to recruit Badi as a subordinate, and it was very likely that he would even be an enemy.

"Carmine, I'll deal with some things first, and some things to talk to you." Bati said.

Carmine made a please gesture and at the same time dismissed his butler.

"Mike."

Ba Di gently wiped the sauce marks on the corners of his mouth with his napkin, and was cutting the steak with a knife and fork, moving quickly and silently, elegantly and calmly.

Mike knelt on the ground, trembling, and trembling teeth said: "I'm here."

"Do you know where you are wrong?"

"knowledge."

"Tell me."

"I shouldn't let the seven scums take the money, it's the boss's money, I should just collapse them."

"I have a very high level of consciousness. Since it is wrong, there should be punishment."

"Yes, I understand! Boss! I will take off my clothes and run naked on Gotham Street for a hundred laps."

Mike trembled, his expression resolute.

The space seemed to pause for a moment, and it didn't reflect Mike's determination to punish him.

Why do you want to run a hundred laps on Gotham Street?

‘Hum...’

A sound of distorted metal.

The sterling silver knife and fork in Badi's hand was pressed down by his finger, and it bends strangely.

He looked at Mike with an indifferent expression, and he saw Mike hairy.

Carmine's eyebrows jumped twice.

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and there was pressure pressing down on the entire space.

The pressure brought by Paldi made Mike feel a little nervous in his heart, his hair was erected, and Carmine's breathing slowed slightly.

After a while of silence.

Badi smiled and apologized to Carmine. Carmine said that it was OK, and then asked the butler to bring in a pair of tableware. He secretly squeezed the slightly moist sterling silver knife and fork handle.

"Mike, you are a wise man, that's why I kept you."

"If you want to survive, you can."

"How much money is there? Three hundred thousand dollars, then within three days, give me ten times the money, and you will live."

Badi said indifferently, he didn't care about Mike's life at all.

But Mike is a despicable, shameless, unscrupulous guy. This kind of guy can do a lot of things, but Badi wants to keep him and deal with some tasks that even he feels dirty.

Mike is worthy of what Badi expected, this sturdy man has no morals.

He was so frightened that his complexion changed drastically, tears flowed from his eyes, he was even more actor than the actor.

"Boss, don't... Only one million dollars for a trip to Thailand, I can't get three million dollars in Gotham in three days!" Mike cried and cried, tears streaming down without money.

Even Carmine, a gangster, thinks that Mike's play is too full, and you shouldn't be in the mercenary world. Hollywood is your place to play.

"I don't care. Mike, your heart and pulse don't respond at all. I don't care what you want from me. I only care about what you can do, and I will reward you what you want."

"Now, put away your tears and go out."

Bardi said to Mike with a smile.

This smile is no less than the smile of the devil, and he decides his life and death while talking and laughing, ignoring his life and death.

Mike felt a chill in his heart.

The atmosphere in the air subsided subtly, making Mike feel breathless.

From the very beginning, Badi knew that he had been acting.

Mike gritted his teeth, put away his tears decisively, stood up, and said: "I'm going to prepare to rob the bank now, boss, if I die, please bury me under Brokeback Mountain in Wyoming."

"roll!"

…………

After Mike left here, after some silence, the normal pace of conversation resumed here.

"I'm sorry, Carmine, it has messed up the atmosphere." Bardi put down his knife and fork and said. After Mike's interruption like this, Badi's next atmosphere and thoughts all felt a little painful.

Carmine expressed his understanding: "Mike's unreliability has long been known, but his ability is not bad. I would like to wish you 3 million U.S. dollars here first."

"Money is not the most important thing, Carmine, in three days, I will go to the metropolis. In the near future, I hope to be able to guard Gotham for you."

Badi said, there is no doubt that there is dominance in the plain language.

Carmine's desire to drink brandy stopped.

These words... are too arrogant!

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