Saturday, July 24.

Prison, Sicily, Italy

"Put all your belongings, watches, and pocket items on the tray, and then go in for a body search."The prison guard sitting on the chair pointed to the tray in front of him.

Bucciarati nodded, put the phone on the tray, and then turned all his pockets out to indicate that he did not carry any other items.

After passing the first layer of protection in the prison, a uniformed female prison guard came towards him.

Bucciarati raised his hands consciously.┗( ▔, ▔ )┛

After a thorough inspection, the female prison guard confirmed that Bucciarati did not carry any dangerous items, clapped her hands, and said,"Go through the inner door and walk straight along the corridor, and you will see the cell numbered N-28 [Polpo].""

"Thank you."Bucciarati smiled gently, said goodbye to the female prison guard, and walked towards the door she mentioned.

"Click——"

The iron door rose up the moment Bucciarati approached, and closed the moment he stepped into the door.

The huge iron door hit the ground with a deafening sound.

But Bucciarati didn't pay attention to the sound. He continued to walk forward until he saw a piece of reinforced transparent glass.

Then he stopped.

Behind the glass was Polpo's cell, which was equipped with a toilet and a refrigerator. There was even a table clock on the table that would pop up a bird to tell the time every hour.

It looked more luxurious than an ordinary small hotel.

This environment didn't look like a prison at all.

"Mr. Polpo. Bucciarati walked to the reinforced glass and bowed respectfully.

At this moment, the three-and-a-half-meter-long"bed" behind the reinforced glass suddenly moved.

A thick arm appeared on each side, and a tall, fat figure slowly sat up after Bucciarati spoke. The body that looked like a mountain of flesh occupied most of the"cell". The face of the mountain of flesh had a long nose like Pinocchio, and the eyes were not very obvious because of the excessive fat on the face. It was the cadre of the enthusiastic organization - Polpo.

As one of the most trusted cadres of the boss, Polpo Not only is he in charge of arrows and serves as an interviewer for the organization, he has recently taken over the casino business, and has been very successful for a while.

However, his job means that he is more likely to encounter danger than other members of the organization. Therefore, for his own safety, Polpo took the initiative to"surrender" and accept the 24-hour protection of the prison guards.

If there is anything, he will call his men to the prison through special means.

Polpo glanced out the window, and when he saw that it was Bucciarati, he smiled and said,"It's Bucciarati, did you bring the red wine I asked for?"

""Yes." Bucciarati nodded, then took out a bottle of red wine from somewhere and handed it in through the steel window.

No one knew how he tricked the prison guards into searching him and brought in the bottle of red wine.

"Oh, you are indeed my most trusted subordinate. You never let me down."When he saw the red wine, Polpo licked his lips.

He was thirsty.

Then the shadow under Polpo's feet suddenly moved to the window. A dark hand stretched out from the shadow, took the red wine from Bucciarati's hand, and returned to Polpo's feet.

"Red wine is also the kind I like to drink. You really put in a lot of effort."Polpo pulled out the cork and immediately smelled the rich aroma of wine, and smiled even more happily.

""Would you like to have a drink together?" Polpo invited.

Bucciarati did not speak.

Polpo did not care either, but picked up two wine glasses from the cabinet.

While pouring the wine, he slowly said:"Bucciarati, I remember you have joined the organization for some time."

"That's right." Although Buccellati was a little confused, he still nodded honestly.

"Then I'll leave this task to you." Polpo said, throwing a card and a wine glass full of wine to the window.

The wine glass rippled, but the wine did not spill.

Bucciarati looked as if he was used to it. He reached over the wine glass and picked up the card with a string of words on it.

On the card was the plane number and seat number.

Does this have any special meaning?

Just as Bucciarati looked up in confusion, Polpo explained:

"Ross is dead. This is the last trace he left. The boss wants to find out the cause of his death and bring back the medal representing his status as a cadre."

"Once you successfully complete this mission, I will allow you to form your own team." Polpo took a sip of red wine and said with a smile

"my own......"Bucciarati's eyes lit up. He was not yet the captain of the Bucciarati team two years later.

The so-called Bucciarati team was not even a start, but he already had a few suitable companions.

Now with Polpo's promise, as long as he successfully completed this mission, he could invite those people to join his team!

"I will definitely complete this mission!" Bucciarati promised, and after writing down the number, he could not wait to leave the prison.

Looking at Bucciarati's departing back, Polpo poured himself another glass of red wine,"I hope you will not disappoint me."......

After leaving the prison, Bucciarati did not go directly to the airport to look for clues, but came to an old apartment.

This mission was almost impossible for him to complete alone, so he needed help.

And the person Bucciarati was looking for help was in this building.

"Boom boom boom——"

After knocking on the door several times, Bucciarati stood quietly at the door.

"Crunch——"

After a while, the door was opened and a drunken young man poked his head out,"What's the matter?"

"Leo Apache, right?"

"......"Abbaccio said nothing, but just looked at Bucciarati's face quietly.

At this time, Bucciarati continued to speak:"My name is Bruno Bucciarati......"

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