film world traveler

"I heard from the old man that Sicilians like to entertain guests very much. Is that so?"

As Chen Jun spoke, he looked around with his other eyes. Behind him, a black car parked twenty meters away.

His position was in a corner, with 3-meter-high khaki walls on three sides about 4 meters behind him. It was not difficult for him to climb over with his skills.

Before the bodyguard, who was about 30 meters away, fired with a pistol, he still had a more than 70% chance of escaping.

"William Corleone, I think we can talk!"

The speaker is fat, but has a head like a lion, with thick gray hair with curly hair like black people, and is trimmed very carefully;

Don Croce's eyes were dark and bright, and you could faintly see the dangerous glint in them, just like the most deadly poisonous snake in Sicily.

He had a fleshy face, a sparse beard, and a pair of wide, ill-fitting trousers over his big belly, making him look like a Sicilian countryman.

"What can we talk about?"

"I want to know, who gave you the courage to destroy the friendship from the Corleone family? Get back 50 meters away!"

Chen Jun said in impure Italian Sicilian. Neo, who had the gun pressed against his head, opened his eyes wide, "Don't you know Italian?"

"You dare to lie to me?"

Suddenly Neo's face became extremely ugly, "You eavesdropped on our conversation. Why, why did you do this beforehand? Did you know this was a trap?"

"No, you wouldn't have come if you knew."

Even though Neo was being captured and locked by Chen Jun, his expression was still excited, as if he couldn't believe it.

Chen Jun ignored him and struck him with an elbow, knocking out three or four of his teeth and blood, instantly silencing him.

He looked directly at Crocecalo.

At the same time, Crocecarlo's cheeks bulged like a bulldog, and with a wave of his hand, the bodyguards holding guns retreated.

"Very well, Croce Carlo, you have violated the credibility that traditional mafia people regard as precious as life. Can you give me a reason?"

Chen Jun used Neo as a bunker and blocked himself tightly, creating a blind spot for shooting.

He is not worried about this group of people. The Mafia in Sicily is composed of a group of slightly stronger peasants or gangsters. Compared with professional soldiers or killers, the difference is really huge.

Crocecarlo's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this, and he whispered a few words to his men. A bodyguard immediately ran out and brought a middle-aged man in exquisite clothes.

Chen Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he was comprehensively operating the Corleone family, he memorized the information about the important members of the five major families, and he recognized this person.

Tabor Bazzini came from the Bazzini family, which was second only to the Corleone family in power. He was also the cousin of Don Emilio Bazzini, the leader of the Bazzini family.

The Bazzini family is also a mafia organization composed of Sicilian people. It operates some casino activities in Brooklyn and Queens in New York, operates some prostitution activities, and engages in extortion. Staten Island, Miami Beach, and Cuba are completely under his control.

, he has great influence even in Sicily.

Perhaps the Bazzini family was more powerful than the Corleone family in Sicily, but it was not to the extent that Crocecalo could destroy the godfather's friendship. Croce was also a leader-level tycoon.

Chen Jun guessed that someone from the five major families might have joined forces with the big shots who were shot down. After all, what the five major families in New York were most concerned about was the old godfather Vito Corleone's connections in legal and political circles.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If one side has people, the other side has power. It is not surprising that these people get together.

"I have no intention of murdering you in this action. I don't want to offend the godfather or them. I just want to hand you over to the Bazzini family."

Crocecarlo said slowly: "Now that you are all here, I give up this resolution and you negotiate on your own. I just want my son to be fine."

When the head of the Bazzini family heard this, his face suddenly turned ugly.

To be honest, with the power of the Bazzini family, they don't pay attention to the mafia leader on the island of Sicily at all. But the sky is high and the sky is far away. If they really want to say it, they can't do anything to him, not to mention there are so many people at the scene.

Croce's bodyguard.

"Since the established fact has been established, why should we be afraid of admitting it now?" Chen Jun put his pistol on Neo's forehead, "Whether it's your son's life or his life, it's your choice!"

"Are you crazy?" Croce's sparse beard trembled violently and his eyes widened: "If you kill Neo, you won't be able to escape. If you let him go, I can let you go. I don't care how you fight with him.

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Chen Jun's body was slightly arched, like a fully drawn bow. As soon as Croce ordered to shoot regardless of his son's life or death, he would immediately turn around and escape over the wall.

"I heard from my old man that Sicilians value their bloodline more than themselves. This has been going on since ancient Rome. I wonder if this is true of you?"

The gun's hammer clicked, making a metallic clicking sound.

"Save me, I don't want to die."

Croce looked at Neo, the eldest son who was sweating profusely and staring at the eldest son, then turned and looked at Thabo Bazzini of the Bazzini family next to him.

"Are you also crazy like him?"

Bazzini took a step back and roared: "You are not just his son, you have other heirs!"

Seeing that Croce was still looking at him, Bazzini immediately took out his pistol and pointed it at him. In an instant, half of the bodyguards pointed their guns at Bazzini.

"It was Neo who agreed to your conditions, otherwise I would not have intervened in your war. Compared with your size, we are too weak, but he is too impatient. This is different from many new mafia leaders.

Same, greedy and dissatisfied!"

Croce gritted his teeth and said that he was not frightened by Bazzini's gun. He just glanced at him and turned to Chen Jun: "I swear on the honor and reputation of the Carlo family, I promise to God, let go

Neo, I let you go!"

He was like an old beast that had reached a dead end, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

Chen Jun only spit out one syllable: "Three!"

Croce trembled slightly and looked at Bazzini again, his eyes seeming to be struggling to make a choice.

"madman!"

Bazzini's peripheral vision quickly glanced at the five or six muzzles pointed at him, and the hand holding the gun shook violently, "Be sensible."

"two!"

Another countdown sounded, and the whole place was completely silent. Even the bodyguards' guns were trembling, and they swallowed secretly nervously.

"William Corleone, I lost, I won't hold you accountable anymore." Bazzini still pointed the gun at Croce and said urgently: "I'll go back and treat it as if I've never been here, okay?"

"Croche and I both agreed to let you go. This is not fun and you will die."

Only now did he understand how crazy and bold the young man who sat in the godfather's office and exercised his godfather's authority was. He took the wrong approach and made countless big shots step down. The orders issued from the office almost made the five major families frightened with a life-and-death attitude.

It is precisely this that makes people most fearful. It is impossible to fathom the scale and common sense of the Corleone family, and no one dares to really push the Corleone family to a dead end.

Once this is done, three or four of the five major families are bound to die, and no one wants to become cannon fodder who sacrifices himself to help others.

He was sweating profusely, and the muzzle of the gun kept shaking, for fear that he would read out the next number.

"This is a zero-sum game!"

"one!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two shots were fired instantly, with only a subtle difference between one and the other. Looking at the blood on the ground, no one expected this to be the case.