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Croce fell to the ground, blood flowing all over the floor, and there were gunshot wounds on his chest and shoulder.

The first shot was fired by Chen Jun. He has never forgotten who he was as the arbiter of this life and death game. Apparently, he controlled the rhythm of the entire situation.

But the outcome of this victory was decided by Croce. In Sicily, he had the most cards compared to Chen Jun and Bazzini. He was a local snake. Although he could not suppress them, he could make them

Each is in trouble.

Of course, for such a person, he would be the first to be killed, followed by Bazzini, and then the chips in his hand.

Unfortunately, standing 50 meters away, his shooting was not accurate and he only hit Croce on the shoulder.

The really fatal shot in the chest was fired under the deadly atmosphere deliberately created by Chen Jun. The nervous Bania heard the last countdown and the first gunshot. He didn't even look at it.

It is clear whether under Croce's order, his bodyguards opened fire on their own initiative.

All the bodyguards were stunned. They didn't expect that leader Croce would be the first to die.

Bania opened his mouth, he was still alive, and it was Croce who fell to the ground. No, his thoughts flashed, and he immediately reacted, and the hair on his body exploded.

The aftertaste of two gunshots rippled through the manor, and almost in the blink of an eye, the bodyguards' pistols had opened fire.

Half aimed at Bazzini, all fired.

The other half aimed at Chen Jun, but only three or four bullets were fired. This was purely a subconscious misfire. Some bodyguards knew very well that the son of the boss Croce was still in the hands of that person.

But it's useless. In this tense confrontation, everyone seems to be tensing up, and the slightest accident from the outside world may break it.

"Oh shit!"

Chen Jun cursed secretly in his heart. He had overestimated the quality of this group of rural mafia. He had planned to use Neo to negotiate again.

After all, Croce has fallen, and only Neo can make the decision here.

At the same time, almost as soon as he heard the gunshot of the bodyguard, Chen Jun let go of Neo's body as a reflex, turned around and stepped on the wall.

The violent force suddenly poured out, reaching its peak under the sprint of four to five meters. His steps came into contact with the wall. With the help of the surging reaction, Chen Junxuan jumped up, covered the surface of the wall with a palm, and pushed with the strength of his arm.

, mid-flip over a 3-meter-high wall.

The time is incredibly short, as if it is just a matter of breathing.

Neo could feel the force behind him letting go of him, and he felt a sudden surprise in his heart, but severe pains in his abdomen and chest came one after another. He looked down and saw a bright red, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing that Neo was the bodyguard who died under their own gun, they couldn't help but panic.

But some other bodyguards had already fired, because the culprit who caused all this was climbing over the wall with a rare and super-powerful vaulting-like skill.

Who would have thought that someone could easily climb over this three-meter-high wall.

"Hurry up and chase! Others stay to save others!"

A bodyguard leader shouted, and many people woke up and ran out to pursue them, but some of them might not come back again.

**

After climbing over the wall, Chen Jun turned around and scanned around.

Those people were still in the manor and had to take a detour to spend time, but this was his first time in Sicily, and he didn't know where to go.

When he was sitting in the car before, he paid careful attention to this area.

This place belongs to the sphere of influence of the Croce Mafia. In the busy urban area, it is easy to be exposed and overtaken by cars. There is a small tree-lined mountain forest near the manor, where you can take shelter.

Chen Jun quickly went through the rough plan in his mind. It was afternoon now, and he could use the darkness at night to escape from Croce's sphere of influence. Moreover, he was confident in the darkness.

Hiss~

The severe pain in his arm made him unable to think too much.

Chen Jun immediately jumped over the wire fence in the forest and got in. Like a tiger in the forest, he disappeared in less than a few seconds.

Entering the mountain forest, Chen Jun had a slight chance to breathe.

He glanced at the injury on his left forearm. He had just climbed over the wall and the bodyguard was unlucky enough to hit him in the arm.

The injury is not serious. It didn't hit the bone. It just wiped off a small piece of flesh. It doesn't affect the movement, but it will be very painful when touched.

Traveling through the mountains and forests, the environment is very quiet. Different from the mountains and forests in the last days of the past, the mountains and forests in Sicily can be said to be surprising.

The climate here is obviously Mediterranean. You can see melons and fruits from time to time in the mountains and forests. The branches and leaves form cool and deep caves. Ancient ditches are interspersed in them. The strange and mottled textures in them reveal the historical atmosphere of the ancient Roman period.

Chen Jun picked some wild tangerines at will and ate them. The sourness was mixed with sweetness, and the taste was fragrant. He walked to a higher place in the forest and looked far away. The mountains and forests dotted the coast like translucent emerald necklaces. There were some small black tangerines scattered on the left front.

houses.

He thought for a while and walked in the opposite direction. He waited in the forest until it was getting dark. Just as he was about to step out, a muttering came: "What the hell kind of mission is this? They actually sent us here to search for people. Who would do that?"

Come out to such a remote exit?"

"We only know a rough idea of ​​what it looks like, so how can we find it?" Another man leaned against a tree trunk to pour water. "It's better to collect taxes from some people. That's a good job, but it's not our brothers' turn."

Chen Jun saw clearly and understood that they were just two mafiosi. Compared to the mafia members of the Corleone family in New York, their quality was not high and they seemed to have a poor background.

After two or three blows, the two of them fell to the ground easily. He asked, but he didn't get any useful information. If they hit each other again, they would wake up tomorrow.

Chen Jun just walked out of the small mountain forest, but it was very remote here, and he didn't know where to go, so he walked on the small road in the suburbs.

After about an hour, he finally saw a little light and excited cheers in front.

He trotted over and saw thirty or forty adults and children in ragged clothes in front of him, leaning against the street lights on the roadside, watching a group of country circus performers. There were two tents in the distance.

"Okay, one more!"

The crowd below cheered and threw small coins or coins over from time to time.

Chen Jun stood aside and watched as a short, thin, gray-haired middle-aged man performed a magic trick on a table, which was a traditional trick.

He seemed dissatisfied with the small amount of money he received, so he performed twice and then stopped performing, as if the small amount of money was not enough for his appearance fee.

There were boos below, and not long after, the lights from a car and many motorcycles pierced the darkness, and a group of about a dozen Mafia SS men surrounded the place in a circle.

When many people saw this, they showed contempt.

Chen Jun didn't want to cause more trouble, so he scanned the surrounding area and saw the people surrounded. He hurried to the darker storage tent of the circus and silently observed the situation.

There were only two or three of this group of mafiosi armed with pistols and shotguns [a Sicilian shotgun]. Without looking at the audience, they took out their pockets. The middle-aged man who had just performed the trick wisely put the collected coins away.

Got in.

"We have no malicious intent, we are just collecting taxes legally!"

The only leader with a pistol on his waist took a glance, curled his lips, and took out a piece of paper, "Has anyone seen this person?"

It was clearly a sketch of Chen Jun, 50 to 60% similar. The middle-aged old man shook his head. The leader with the gun was obviously dissatisfied and walked straight towards the tent with lights behind him.

There were people there. Chen Jun saw them for a while before he came out. The bearded leader patted his pocket, and there was a ring of coins in it. The middle-aged man smiled flatteringly and did not move.

Then the bearded leader walked towards the storage tent where Chen Jun was hiding. He secretly took out his gun. It was not that he cared about this group of people, but that it was easy to cause chaos and stampede when there were many people at night, and firing a gun could easily expose him.

whereabouts.

But now it seemed he had to leave. Just as he was about to open the tent, a hand pulled him back.

"Sir, there is nothing valuable here." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

The bearded leader ignored it and opened the door. It was dark inside, with only the faint candlelight. He took a flashlight and shined it. Next to him, there was a 14 or 5-year-old child copying a book of poetry by the candlelight. Next to it were some messy books.

Props.

He looked left and right and saw a cabinet as tall as a man in front of him. There was nothing valuable when he opened it.

In the end, he fell in love with a pair of old saddles, and was coaxed away by the middle-aged man.

After the people left, the tent returned to silence.

The young man with a slight downy mouth opened the magic cabinet. In the compartment, Chen Jun calmly raised the gun. When he saw it was him, he put it down again.

"What's your name and why do you want to help me?"

"Ivan."

"My help is not free, you need to pay me."

The young man stretched out his hand blankly. You could see the rough calluses on the surface of his hand. He didn't seem to care at all that he was also holding a gun. Chen Jun only found it funny.