Invincible I want a dream

Naranja walked out with one shoulder against the door of the shopping mall, holding a lot of goods in both hands, mainly French mineral water for Trish, Chanel stockings, Givenchy blush, etc., and a few others were They need water and food.

Before meeting Trixie, this simple boy never knew that girls are so particular about the fact that the water they drink must be of specially imported brands, not to mention the types of cosmetic bottles, which are as numerous as stars, but they can learn from them. Accurately pick out all the differences.

I'm so glad I didn't fall in love.

However, it's impossible for him to like this kind of domineering young lady. Although her body is not bad, she should be hotter, and her personality should be sweet, and her arms should be warm...

While sketching the image of his girlfriend in his dream, while struggling to take out the car key from his trouser pocket, Naranja frowned, inserted it into the keyhole in a funny posture, opened the door, and carefully placed the supplies in the back seat.

Finally unloading the heavy load, Nalanja felt relaxed. Next, he would drive around the road a few times, then go to the place prepared by Fuge to change a car, and continue to go around a few times to return to the suburban area. The Vineyard, where his companion and two escorts are now hiding.

"Really, with such a simple plan, why does that bastard Fugo still think that I will make a mistake? That bastard who looks down on people has stabbed me so many times with a key." The boy in the orange turban muttered, as if Thinking of the pain of being stabbed in the waist again, I reached out and rubbed it.

The engine started, the accelerator was pressed to the bottom, Naranja looked around vigilantly, a strange premonition lingered in his mind, even though he followed the instructions and took a long detour, he was almost tired, so he still did not throw away the A feeling of being followed.

"...strange." He finally chose to stop by the side of the road.

However, there was silence all around, not to mention stalkers, not even a passer-by could be found, only the wind rolled up the scattered paper balls beside the trash can.

hateful.

Hiding in the shadow of the back seat, Hormaggio, who was only a few centimeters tall and smaller than a figure, couldn't help cursing secretly.

This is the ability of his stand-in "Little Foot", which can shrink the target who is scratched by the knife hidden in his index finger, and can freely shrink himself instantly.

When he recognized Naranga near the supermarket, Holmaggio took the opportunity to sneak into his car and waited for him to lead him to their hiding place.

Although the city of Naples is not big, it is obviously wishful thinking to find a professional mafia figure in hiding just aimlessly looking for the mission target.

So Meloni urgently mobilized all the informants—their salaries could hardly afford the cost of the informants—even a little bit of clues had to be collected.

Then a few of them tracked separately based on the integrated clues. Once confirmed, they immediately contacted their companions, and after they converged, they all caught up.

They were not such cautious killers in the first place. After all, assassination is all about hiding in the dark and killing with one strike. Waiting for the rendezvous of their companions will inevitably increase the risk of exposure.

But in this operation, concealment and assassination targets are no longer the key, they don't even have to worry about sweeping away the clues left behind, they only require a 100% success rate - snatch the boss's daughter from the Bugarati team and bring them to Rome , to their future new boss Balia.

It seems better to retreat first.

Thanks to Naranca's scribblings on the map, Hormagio spied the destination of his trip.

A vineyard in the suburbs?

These mice are also too picky.

The man with the crew cut carefully slipped out of the car and was about to take the opportunity to escape. Before he had time to contact Risut and the others, it was so inconvenient after shrinking, and it was not easy to make calls.

Moreover, making a phone call in the back seat does not rule out the possibility of exposing the voice to Naranja and thus being discovered.

"Hey, you guy, are you nearby?"

Behind him came a fierce questioning.

Unable to detect the shadow of the follower, Naranja's sixth sense still drove him to summon "Aerosmith", the double invisible to ordinary people hovering in mid-air, and the detector showed that there was no human being around.

His stand-in judged the enemy's position by scanning his breath. For the sake of accuracy, the range was set within the range required by humans, excluding those small creatures. Otherwise, the sewer full of rats would definitely be his hindrance.

Since there is no abnormality, it means that either he is really nervous, or this secret enemy does not need to breathe.

"..." Naranja scratched his head in confusion, "Could it be that I really made a mistake?"

Hormagio, who was terrified and hiding behind the tires, let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that he was really exposed in front of Naranca. Scorn to step it up a notch.

Cut, a brat who can only talk big and bluff, he, Hormaggio, is not a layman who will be frightened by such lame words!

The shrunken stand-in messenger turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly, a wave of heat hit him.

"bong—"

"Damn it, since you can't find it, let's blow it up first!"

Naranja ordered "Aerosmith" to launch an indiscriminate attack, even if the car was blown to pieces, he didn't care.

After a few loud bangs, the originally flat road surface became potholed, and the fire hydrant on the roadside suffered an indiscriminate disaster, and the water burst out from the bullet hole crazily, which extinguished the spreading flames.

There were screams in the distance, and the terrified residents peered through the windows, only to shrink back under Naranja's fierce stare and obvious gangster attire.

After waiting for a while, Naranja who still didn't see the "stalker" retracted the "Aerosmith" strangely, "No way... I'm really too nervous?"

He thought again, "Ah-shit, that stuff was in the car and I forgot to take it out! Damn, have to buy it all over again. Where did Fogg say his car was parked? And, Terry What do you want me to buy?"

After finishing speaking, Naranja shook his head and walked into the distance.

After a while, a small hand lifted the iron sheet that was pressing on his body, "Ahem, how did this lunatic with a flood of his brain survive till now?"

Holmaggio, who had escaped by chance, slapped the stones off his hands. These small things should have left only scratches, but they opened a huge wound on his current small body.

Fortunately, no internal organs were injured.

Grinning his teeth, he stood up, limped and hid behind the wall, and regained his shape in an instant, the water mixed with blood flowed to the ground.

He was spared burns thanks to the burst hydrant, but he was still in bad shape.

It needs to be bandaged quickly, but there is one more important thing.

"Hey, Captain, I found them." A weak voice came from the receiver. Risut tensed his muscles, his pupils dilated, and immediately asked for the address. "It's in the vineyard outside."