Invincible I want a dream

Bugarati walked into the restaurant.

Along the way, many people warmly greeted this young man with black hair and gold accessories, and the kind aunt and uncle sent their own fruit snacks.

The owner of the restaurant also deliberately came out of the back kitchen, leaving behind the hungry diners for the time being, and chatted skillfully with him.

This is because Buccarati is the "guardian" of this piece.

As the largest black //// in Naples and a member of the gang "Passione", Captain Bugarati protects the people in this area with the purest kindness, and he will patiently help the lost cats and dogs The flustered old lady of the dog will also sincerely resolve conflicts and frictions between neighbors.

Sometimes, compared to those colleagues who are flamboyant and blindly ask for protection money, they seem like a kind mediator of the neighborhood committee.

But at the same time, he also has thunderous means, which can complete the work of the organization neatly and maintain the atmosphere of the community.

In the past, Bugarati could patiently chat with the boss for a long time, listen to the troubles of this middle-aged man, and understand whether there is anything unusual happening around him.

But today, he just went to the prison and recommended the ambitious young man Qiao Luno to his boss Popo. Thinking of the child who took drugs at a young age he saw yesterday, he couldn't help but feel a little heavy.In addition to being ordered to do a job, he is now in a hurry to meet up with his companions in the restaurant.

The boss returned to the back kitchen, and Bugarati heard the lively voices of his subordinates.

"Hey, Fuge, why is 66 plus 77 not 130 three? I can't figure it out! It's so annoying! You are not kidding me!"

"You idiot, didn't I teach you yesterday? This is the knowledge point of the third grade of elementary school!"

"Huh? Are you scolding me again for not going to elementary school? Damn bastard, go to hell!"

Naranja, with an orange turban and short messy black hair, furiously took out a knife, and frantically swiped at his temporary teacher Fugo, about to stab him in the eyes with great precision.

Fugo raised his hand to block it, and also became angry at this mentally handicapped man who couldn't learn by life and death, and kicked him hard on the knee.

"Okay." Apache, who was always on the sidelines, put down the newspaper. "Bugalati is coming soon. He just sent a text message saying that he has important work arrangements today, and it will be difficult to get into the hospital."

The two people in the fierce battle withdrew their hands indignantly, Fuge flattened the folds on the clothes, let out a long breath, and decided to ignore it for the sake of the task for the time being.

Damn it, how could he be reduced to tutoring this kind of idiot? I really want to change his head for this mentally handicapped man. Is there a substitute to improve his intelligence?Please come to a dozen.

Mista finally fed his six stand-ins—the mischievous No. [-] often bullied the crybaby No. [-] and robbed each other of their food, and he also took great pains to ensure fair treatment.

"Well, why is work so important?" He carefully checked the bullets in the revolver, "I thought I could take a good rest today. I've been so busy lately."

"...Speaking of this, I actually have a guess." Fuge said, with some hesitation in his tone.

The other three turned their heads to look at him. He paused, "Have you all heard about it? About... the boss's daughter."

"You mean..." Apache pondered, thoughtfully.

"That's right, now that the news has spread, the boss will definitely need escorts for the lady. Our team is very capable of working, and Bolbo attaches great importance to Bugarati, so it's impossible..."

"Wow! Isn't this a good thing? Our team is going to be famous in the entire organization! Maybe the boss will make Bugarati a cadre, so that I can be the team leader!"

"..." Fugo was unwilling to talk to Naranja, who was too optimistic and unreasonable, and rolled his eyes.

With good wishes in mind, when Bugara entered the private room, he was greeted by a pair of big, bright eyes.

"..." Bugarati frowned suspiciously, "What's the matter, Naranja? Is there any big event today?"

"That's it! Bugarati, are you going to pick up people for today's work?"

"How do you know? Yes, the order we received just now, the boss asked us to go to the hotel in the city center to pick up a Japanese named Kawahira Utoki."

When he said "Kawahira Utoki", he flicked his tongue uncomfortably, as if he was not used to the pronunciation of Japanese names.

"Hey? Why are you Japanese? Could it be that the boss's secret lover is from Japan?"

"What secret lover? What are you talking about?"

"It was Fogg who said—"

The following words were covered by the high IQ college student who dropped out of school. He pretended to be calm and changed the subject, but his ears turned red with embarrassment, "It's nothing, don't listen to Naranga's nonsense. When are we going to leave?"

Bugarati said: "Have you finished your meal? Now, let's go. Apache, you drive."

"it is good."

in the hotel room.

Kawahira Utoki was sketching on the map, choosing his favorite sightseeing spots.

Egg Castle, Pompeii, Umberto I Promenade... Well, there are a lot, I don't know if I will have time to go to Rome the day after tomorrow.If Diablo hadn't asked him to deliver the letter himself—in exchange for a three-week duty—he would have gone to Rome first, then all the way south through Naples and finally Sicily.

Now, the route must be re-planned.

The white-haired young man was thinking, the hell ring "Medusa's Hair" was shining inconspicuously, and he continued to use illusions, making his face look a little older than before, more like a mature and steady man. adults.

If his classmates were present, they would definitely think that he was an elder like Chuan Pingyu’s uncle. This is why the taxi driver called him "Mr." "s reason.

"knock knock"

Knocking on the door interrupted his movements, Chuan Pingyu got up and opened the door, and several unknown Italian youths in distinctive clothes were staring at him outside the door.

...Is this the black//hand//party that collects protection fees?

Italy is really simple and honest.