Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Mr. Nietzsche, it's almost time, let's go."

Eddie stood next to Nietzsche and whispered to the man who was silent. Behind them was a small white private jet that had started.

In fact, Eddie had been in touch with Nietzsche before, and one of the ways he kept in touch with Nietzsche was through Lili.

For many years, Lili, who seemed to be idle and doing nothing in the Nietzsche family, was actually loyal to Nietzsche himself, but Han Sen didn't know this.

Even by Han Sen's side, Lili has always been a constant variable.

Eddie had been in touch with Nietzsche through Lili for some time, but Nietzsche had only recently decided to take action.

Eddie was actually very surprised why Nietzsche didn't respond to his proposal to kill Han Sen before, and he finally responded to his own proposal until the last time, and only let Lili tell himself this sentence: "I will kill Han Sen with my own hands, you guys wait for me."

What's even more strange is that Nietzsche didn't ask Eddie to assemble a large-scale personnel to massacre the Han Sen family, but actually killed Han Sen silently according to what he said.

Seriously, this is totally out of Nietzsche's style.

In fact, according to Nietzsche's own nature, Han Sen should pay with blood, and the more ruthless the revenge, the more normal it is.

It was not the first day that Eddie knew about Nietzsche Lutheran's almost perverted bloodthirsty hobbies inherited from the Lutheran family, nor was it the first day he saw it.

Nietzsche belonged to the kind of man who, if someone hurt him once, he would kill that person's whole family before he would stop.

But this time, not only did Nietzsche not want to repay Hansen's group with blood, but he planned to leave Rome. The most incomprehensible thing was that Nietzsche planned to stay away from Italy and go to the distant Brazil to develop.

Nietzsche ignored Eddie's call, but stood silently by the fence, raised his eyes, and looked at an empty field in the suburbs from afar.

Eddie looked directly at Nietzsche's back. The man was wearing a pure white double-breasted suit, his bright red hair was tied up and placed obliquely on his left shoulder, his dark green eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the The scattered wild flowers on the field, the propeller of the plane kept turning, fanning a huge whirlwind, blowing the hair on the side of his cheek.

"What's the matter, Mr. Nietzsche?"

Eddie simply didn't disturb Nietzsche, turned around and walked towards Lili's side.

Lili saw Eddie walking towards her, and Nietzsche seemed to be standing there, refusing to move, so she lowered her head, asked Eddie in a low voice, and then signaled Eddie to call Nietzsche over, it's time to leave .

Eddie shook his head, waved his hand and said:

"He's thinking about something, wait, don't worry."

Lili hummed in a low voice, and then stood beside Eddie in a well-behaved manner.

About 2 minutes later, Nietzsche turned around and walked over, and said to Eddie, "Let's go."

After speaking, Nietzsche boarded the plane first, followed by several confidantes who were still alive.

Before Han Sen was released from prison, he carried out a reckless massacre of the Lutheran Group. Nietzsche's confidantes over the years were basically killed by Han Sen.

Now, Eddie is the only one who stays with Nietzsche safe and sound.

If it wasn't for Eddie's good hiding, he probably wouldn't be alive now, but Han Sen has been sparing no effort to search for his whereabouts.

The place Nietzsche went to was the most chaotic area in Brazil-the Jewish and Portuguese settlement.

There is a paradise for famous drug dealers and murderers. From children as young as 8 years old to elderly people as old as 90 years old, they are equipped with a gun anytime, anywhere. Even when shopping, you can see the street People on the street are shopping for groceries with guns in their hands.

When you are walking on the street, if you are unlucky, you may be killed by a stray bullet flying from nowhere.

Killing, drug trafficking, robbery, and drug abuse are commonplace here, and the children here are born and brought up in such an environment. It can be said that each of them has the potential to be a robber.

And this is the junction of the north and the south. Many things transported from North America to South America have to pass through here-for example: natural gas, pure water and metals, but large or small trucks passing through here will be looted. Without exception.

Poverty and lack of order lead to extremely powerful dark forces, so the police here don't care about anything. Not only can they not control anything, but they also work with robbers and drug dealers to do a lot of things for them. That's good.

Nietzsche likes this kind of place.

Although Nietzsche was born in a well-known underworld family in Italy, Nietzsche is not the kind of dude who has no achievements. One of his great strengths is his strong construction ability and execution ability.

He can reorganize his forces in any place, build his own local forces step by step, build a complete system step by step from scratch, and finally get his own For the desired result, know how to achieve the ultimate and do the best.

This place fits exactly what Nietzsche wanted.

Violence, darkness, depravity and disorder.

This dark place is a paradise for gangsters to breed.

Moreover, the underworld forces that exist in the local area are basically gangs of drug dealers. There is no well-known powerful gangster that controls the whole city. Nietzsche can just intervene strongly in the local area and integrate all the local gangster resources.

For Nietzsche, problems that can be directly solved by violence are not considered problems.Since it wasn't a problem, Nietzsche was almost ready to say, "Carol, look!"

Ivy, who was squatting in the corner smoking a cigarette, saw a group of people in suits and leather shoes coming from the street.

Carlo stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, stuffed the gun in his hand into his coat, turned his head, and then stood there in a daze.

It was sunny here in Brazil when Kahlo first saw Nietzsche.

Because of poverty, the streets are full of red bricks and white tiles at a glance.

The fiery red hairy crab claw orchids crawled on the wall and at the base of the wall. There were several flowers in one plant, with no branches or leaves, only gorgeous blooming flowers. The bright color was like blood splashed on the wall.

Nietzsche walked down the street in a white suit, with no expression on his fair cheeks, but the bright sun shining on his cheeks made him look more and more gloomy.

Carlo stared blankly at Nietzsche passing by the side of the street, his dark eyes stared straight at Nietzsche's beautiful face and noble and elegant figure.

The man was obviously his elder, without the slightest expression on his face, he looked pale, but very cold, without the slightest trace of decadence, full of frightening cruelty.

The area where Carlo lives is a Jewish settlement. Because the Jewish race has deep faces, fair skin, and looks good in itself, there are many beautiful Jewish teenagers living here.

Carlo himself looks good, but in terms of appearance and temperament, Carlo has never seen a man with such a look.

What a beauty, Carlo thought.

Bright red hair, pale face, bright red lips, cold expression and perfect figure.

Seeing Nietzsche approaching, Kahlo suddenly thought of those perfect jade statues standing still in Brazil's Sao Paulo Cathedral.

They have a kind of natural beauty, but they are cold and without the slightest emotion.

"Really..."

Carlo opened his mouth to talk to himself, trying to say something, but he still didn't say anything.

Ivey stepped forward, reached out and poked Carlo's arm, his eyes were the same as Carlo's, looked straight at Nietzsche's amazingly beautiful face, and said with a smile: "Hey, Carlo, go and see if they are What are you doing, wearing such a suit and leather shoes, maybe he is a big business boss, let's see if we can win them a fortune."

Ivy began to egg on Carlo.

Although he and Carlo are only in their teens, they are already the most frightening violent organization here. They do all sorts of crimes, commit crimes in the local area, and are known for their brutal and brutal methods.

Carlo nodded, reached out and took out the gun from his pocket, walked up to Nietzsche, and said viciously: "Hey, white people, what are you doing here?!"

Eddie glanced at Nietzsche, and Nietzsche looked at Carlo blankly.

The gentle sunlight fell on Nietzsche's skin, carrying a scorching heat like the body temperature, which gave him an urge to destroy everything.

Nietzsche was forced to inject drugs by Han Sen before, and then he was forced to quit drugs, and the time of drug rehabilitation is not so long from now.

The effects of quitting drugs are even scarier than when taking drugs.

At the beginning, you will want to die, you only think about destroying yourself every day, you don’t want to live anymore, you feel that everything is meaningless, life is barren, and life is better than death.

Because Han Sen was always by his side, Nietzsche did not act aggressively because of the side effects of the drug.

But now, Nietzsche inevitably entered the second stage - destroying everything.

Nietzsche wanted to kill, he wanted to kill everyone he saw.

Although on the surface he is ignorant, but the overwhelming bloodthirsty in his bones has almost swallowed Nietzsche.

Carlo stood in front of Nietzsche, with his head raised stubbornly, making a vicious look.And Nietzsche was always looking directly at him coldly.

Generally speaking, the local civilians are very afraid of their vicious appearance, but Carlo feels that what he has done seems to be of no use to the man in front of him.

Carlo suddenly felt that his emotions were like pebbles being thrown into the ocean, meaningless and not stirring up any waves.

"Hey... talk!"

Carlo was a little terrified by Nietzsche's look, his eyes scared him, but he vaguely felt inexplicably shy, so he bit the bullet and challenged the man in front of him.

"what's up."

Looking at the kid in front of him who refused to leave, Nietzsche asked blankly.

Carlo smiled hey:

"I'm the boss here...uh...!"

Before he finished speaking, Nietzsche stretched out his hand suddenly, squeezed Carlo's chin and said:

"Little bastard, you weren't even born when I killed someone."

Nietzsche looked directly at Carlo with a stern expression. Carlo seemed to be stunned by Nietzsche's expression. He clearly felt that the hostility in Nietzsche was not made, but a kind of aura, which seemed to be Innate, there is no need to put on airs like yourself.

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche pushed Carlo away abruptly, and Carlo took a step back. Ivy walked over quickly, supported Carlo, and looked at Nietzsche vigilantly.

Nietzsche glanced at Carlo with flushed cheeks, then turned his face away, raised his legs and planned to leave.

"Hey... who are you?! What's your name?!..."

Seeing that Nietzsche was about to leave, Carlo quickly pushed away Ivy who was leaning against him, rushed to Nietzsche, spread his hands to stop Nietzsche, and looked at Nietzsche's face with flushed cheeks.

Nietzsche pulled his lips, smiled coldly, and looked at Carlo with special meaning in his dark green eyes: "You want to find me, come here in the middle of the night."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche and his party walked towards the only pure white villa on the street.