film world traveler

On the beautiful coastline of Sicily, the lemon-colored sunlight shines through the white villa windows, hitting the room and casting two long shadows.

"Are you going back?"

Marlena looked at him quietly, her expression surprisingly calm, and said softly.

"Yes, I need me over there." Chen Jun reached out his hand and felt the silky skin. She didn't resist and suddenly held her in his arms, "Go back with me, okay? I'll protect you."

"I'm not familiar with the United States at all, and I don't know what will be there. My father is still here, and I..."

Chen Jun heard her potential rejection and picked her up in surprise.

"William, what are you doing?"

..... After a long time of clouds and rain, this time Malena bloomed like a rose.

"Do you still want to say stay here?"

Chen Jun looked at her curiously, and the hot light in his eyes made her speechless.

"Go there with me and your life will begin again."

"Um."

Malena's clear voice sounded in the room....

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These days, under the operation of Luca Brazzi, Chen Jun has indeed seen the energy of the Corleone family, and even the influence of the godfather on the local US military stationed in Sicily.

But something unexpected happened during this period, Malena's father died.

He did not die at the hands of Croce Carlo, but because of the stage accident.

Countless husbands, children, and wives died among the residents of the town. Many people could not find a window to vent their pain like Malena, so they had no choice but to direct their pain at the 60-year-old man.

When she saw the little old man's body, Marlena burst into tears and collapsed in Chen Jun's arms, sobbing silently. He could only comfort her in a low voice, and then sent someone to bury the old man's body in a good cemetery.

As for Croce Carlo, face to face with the power of many new mafia leaders in Sicily, he had no advantage in terms of territory or numbers.

His death was predictable.

On the 14th, a day regarded as ominous in the West, a bomb exploded at Croce's manor. At the same time, two hours later, a gunshot was fired from the manor.

In Sicily, the 65-year-old tycoon ended up committing suicide by swallowing a gun. When he was dying, he left a harsh curse on the godfather Vito Corleone.

Entering the rooms of Croce's Italian-style palace is full of luxury and splendor.

Luca Brasi looked at the fat fallen body, picked up the curse-written letter next to it, looked at it twice, and then handed it to Chen Jun.

No matter what the content was, Chen Jun was not interested in watching it, "Just burn it."

The letter burned to ashes in Luca Brasi's hands. He looked at the expressionless young man and remembered that he had chased and played with him when he was young. Now in the blink of an eye, William has become so big.

"The descendants of Croce have taken care of it."

Luca said softly, seeing his habitual speechlessness and humming, feeling that the young man who was about to take charge of the Corleone family had a completely different style of conduct from the old godfather.

Strong and ruthless methods can make your enemies fearful, but your character of sunshine and rain can make your enemies become your friends.

In the eyes of Luca Brasi, the godfather is such a person.

Godfather Vito Corleone is a traditional Sicilian, a gentleman, elegant, steady, not easily angered, but has an awe-inspiring majesty that makes people dare not face him. He adheres to the law of silence, does not bluff, and will not kill all enemies when dealing with them, but will retain them.

A glimmer of hope.

He has done many bad things and is a complete villain, but he is not a tycoon in the traditional sense. In the eyes of many disadvantaged groups, especially the poor friends of the Godfather, in the eyes of Sicilians, and in the eyes of New Yorkers,

He is a patron saint. Any injustice in society or oppression and humiliation by others can be redressed by the godfather.

So many people praise him as "Tang"

William and Godfather Vito Corleone have many similarities and differences. They have clear ideas, clear goals, and decisive execution.

In terms of character, he is ordinary, tolerant, humble, and steady. He treats the weak with love and compassion like a godfather. He even has a better understanding of the thoughts and lives of the people at the bottom. However, his attitude is completely different. When dealing with enemies, William is ruthless.

Spicy and iron-blooded, leaving no consequences.

Luca Brazzi could understand, after all, the godfather fled from Sicily to the United States when he was young because of his father's hatred. After he gained power as an adult, he returned to Sicily and massacred the families who killed his father.

"Let's go back."

Chen Jun turned around and walked out of the room. Behind him, Luka took out and ordered people to pour gasoline everywhere.

As the order fell, the flames soared into the sky, swept by the wind. Chen Jun walked leisurely without looking behind him.

In his line of sight, Ivan and Rad came out in pain holding the dead Dalia, holding a deck of tarot cards tightly in Dalia's hands. They hugged her and ran at a speed that finally made her

Tarot cards fell one by one.

The strong wind howled, and the tarot cards danced all over the sky, like invisible transparent silk threads pulling in the air, and like black butterflies dancing.

Chen Jun remembered that during this month, Dalia always liked to tell him about Ladd's loyalty. She liked to bully him, and Ladd hoped to save money to marry this gypsy girl.

He asked: "Have you ever used tarot cards to predict your emotions?"

"Of course I predicted it." Dalia smiled coquettishly and added a touch of emphasis between his eyebrows: "But I won't tell you, this is the secret of Tarot."

To this day, in just a short period of time, Chen Jun has left a faint impression on this girl he met in Sicily.

Marina stood under the green olive tree in the manor, looking curiously at the dancing tarot cards. One of them flew towards her. She picked it up from the ground and opened the card:

"It's the king brand!"

Her eyes flickered, and when she raised her head, it turned out that Chen Jun's figure was no longer in front of her.

Marlena turned around and looked over. In front of the distant gate of the manor, he met several men who were older than her father familiarly. Those men bowed slightly in front of him, with wrinkled smiles on their faces.

He just patted them on the shoulder, said a few words, and then walked away from her, out of her sight, never to be seen again.

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An American military aircraft took off from Palermo, the capital of Sicily. This aircraft, which can be said to be the safest in the world, did not carry many passengers.

Chen Jun sat among them, and he was a little surprised by Marlena's silence and tranquility.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Jun smiled: "I have everything."

Marlena nodded and said with a smile: "It's okay, maybe I'm not used to the sweet air in the United States."

Chen Jun clapped his hands, took some time to comfort himself, and then picked up the documents in the portfolio.

The situation of the Corleone family is not good, but it is not bad either. What is important now is the transfer of power between the old and the new between him and the godfather.

At the same time, it can be expected that when he goes to the Corleone family, he will definitely be questioned by his godfather.

Three days later, the plane arrived in New York smoothly.

In the afternoon of the same day, a brand new black Cadillac drove into the Corleone Manor calmly.

In March 1946, the five major families in New York learned that William Corleone, the godfather's youngest son, had returned home, and the transfer of the crown of power between the old king and the new king officially began.