[Comprehensive] The family has waste wood and is beginning to grow

At night, in a dark alley, at the end, there is a bar that doesn't look very eye-catching.

There are many such bars on the streets of Sicily, and because of the particularity of this sinful island, most of these bars are involved with the Mafia.

Shamar, who was walking alone in the alley, scratched his short black hair irritably, with an undisguised gloomy expression.

Thinking about the group of people who were killed in the bar just now, and smelling the fishy smell on his body due to the blood splashed on him, he couldn't help wrinkling his nose.

He had already smelled enough of the smell of blood on the operating table, but it still lingered on him during non-working hours.Moreover, he should have spent this hot and sexy night with the bikini beauty he caught today, but now he is volunteering for someone else!

...It's all because of that bastard!

Just as he was furious, when he raised his head, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In front of him, a figure slowly walked out of the side road, and then he raised the gun in his hand unhurriedly, pointing the gun at him.

Shamar narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not dodge.

In the next second, the man pulled the trigger and fired without hesitation.

"Bang!" A sound...

Behind Shamar, there was the sound of someone being shot and fell to the ground. The bullet just passed by Shamar's cheek, but it didn't hurt him at all.

After hitting the target, the man also put down the hand holding the gun and walked slowly.

A long black windbreaker showed his slender figure even more. The sound of black handmade leather shoes stepping on the ground showed a sense of oppression in this quiet alley. The sunglasses on the bridge of the nose covered nearly half of his face.

Shamar put his hands in his pockets, and stared at the people walking towards him with drooping eyes: "You really are, you invited me to that bar because you actually want me to help you get rid of those people, Enzo. "

"It's inconvenient for me to shoot, so I'll let you do it, Shamar." Enzo smiled irresistibly, and then the iris eyes hidden behind the sunglasses glanced at the one whose lungs were exploded by his shot, The man who was lingering on his last breath: "That's right, you left me alive. You really understand my thoughts, my friend."

Shamar still curled his lips rather unhappily.

How could he, who was dubbed the "Trident Killer", not know that he was being followed, not to mention that the victim himself was deliberately let go by him in the bar just now.Because he knew too well what kind of virtue the bastard in front of him was, and it was not the bastard's style to directly give the enemy a good time.

Enzo walked slowly towards the bald man who was sitting against the wall with difficulty breathing while clutching the bleeding wound, his footsteps were leisurely as if he was just taking a walk under the moonlight.

Kneeling down in front of the bald man, he took out an injection from the pocket of the windbreaker, and fiddled with it twice with his slender fingers.

After seeing what Enzo was holding, Shamar, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but look a little more serious: "Hey, Enzo, isn't that...truthserum?"

truthserum, veritaserum, was invented in the United States in the 20s.The principle is that after the injection of the anesthetic scopolamine, the person being injected will enter a special sedative state, and if the effect is good, the person being injected will answer questions accurately in an unconscious state.However, due to the huge controversy of this drug, it is banned in some countries.

"Ah, that's right." Enzo replied calmly while adjusting the needle.

"Where did you get this medicine?"

"From your apothecary."

"..."

No wonder the needle looked familiar... Shamar stroked his forehead with a headache.

Enzo looked quite gentlemanly, holding one of the bald man's arms with his left hand, and then holding the needle in his right hand, without warning, a needle was directly inserted into the bald man's arm for intravenous injection.

The bald man, who was struggling to breathe, screamed dryly from the sudden pain, his eyes widened, and his eyes were about to split.

Shamar, who is a doctor by profession, feels pain when he looks at it:

"If you were a doctor, you would have been sued and had your license revoked if you just took the needle and stabbed it so simply and rudely when injecting people."

Waving his hand, he threw the injected needle back and threw it back to Shamar. Enzo smiled indifferently: "When I go to bed with a woman, I never do foreplay. I just do it straight away, and it's done early."

An analogy was directly said to be full of eroticism, but it was also said by this man in Italian, which sounded quite sexy and romantic.

Although in Shamar's eyes, his bad friend is a bit of a scum, there is still one advantage that has to be admitted, that is, the voice is very good, especially when speaking Italian.

Guessing that it was almost time for the medicine to take effect, Enzo patted the bald man's cheek with a light smile, and then spoke slowly, with a tone that seduced the other party like poison and medicine:

"Come on, tell me, who did Albert and Timothy sell the stock they had in hand? And, who is the holder of the overseas account to which they remitted the previous proceeds?"

He kept repeating his own question like a mantra, and patiently waited for the bald man's answer.

Finally, the bald man with a gradually dull expression slowly spit out the names of the two people.

After listening, Enzo's lips evoked a satisfied smile.

And the bald man whose thoughts were dulled by the truthserum moved his eyes mechanically to Enzo's left hand. When he saw the symbolic tattoo on the back of his left hand, he was instantly irritated and terrified.

That tattoo, passed down from generation to generation in the Gabrielone family, extends from the back of the left hand to the left shoulder, and is the proof of the leader of the Gabrielone family.

"Bo...boss...?!" The bald man looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

This made it hard for him to accept anyway, that this demonic man was actually the decadent, incompetent, rude puppet leader of the family.

"Oh? Recognize me?" Enzo said, but couldn't hear any nervousness, and raised his hand to remove the black cup that covered half of his face: "Oh, there's nothing you can do about it." .Then, I can only let you remember my face as your last memory."

The charming iris-colored eyes seemed to be poisoned, making people tremble all over.

He raised his gun and pressed it against the bald man's temple.

Under the eyes of the bald man intertwined with shock and despair, Enzo lowered his voice with his elegant and magnetic voice like a cello:

"arrivederci..."

A farewell sentence that was about to send the other party to God was murmured like words of sympathy.Next, pull the trigger...

Looking at the bald man's lifeless drooping head, Shamar, who had been watching from the sidelines, asked casually, "Did you just install a muffler on the gun?"

When the bullet was shot into the bald man's lungs earlier, he heard the gunshot very clearly.But when he shot at the bald man's temple just now, there was no sound.

"No, because there is no need to put a silencer on an empty gun. Oh, I didn't have time to change the magazine just now, and the bullet that shot him in the lung was the last one." Enzo also stood up, and then glanced mockingly at the ground He glanced at the lifeless bald man: "This guy was scared to death."

The corner of Shamar's mouth twitched, and he knew that Enzo Gabrione, a ghost, was always interested in all kinds of tricks to kill enemies.

"However, even if he didn't recognize you, you didn't intend to spare his life, Enzo. After all, you have always been impeccable in everything you do, and any hidden dangers must be eliminated."

"Of course. Heh, since he chose to follow Albert and the others, he must make up his mind."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number familiarly.

"Hey, Li Baoen, I want to entrust you with a job to assassinate two people. I will send you the detailed information later...ah, I will pay you according to the old rules...then, please , Mr. the world's number one killer."

After finishing the conversation with Li Baoen, Enzo took a few steps and, like Shamar, stood leaning against the wall of the alley.

Habitually took out the cigarettes and zippo lighters that he carried with him, lit one, and smoked in a cloud of mist.

Shamar squinted at the old smoker next to him: "As a doctor, I advise you to smoke less. Sooner or later, your lungs will fail and you will die."

En Zuo sneered in a low voice, and replied with a wicked expression on his face: "Then I also advise you to avoid dating women, and don't let the news that you, a black market doctor, die one day."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm full of energy, and none of the beauties who have slept with me have given a bad review!"

"Wow, it seems that the aphrodisiac potions you researched in the pharmacy work well."

"I can do it without those... No, how do you know the purpose of those jars of medicine in my pharmacy? Can you understand the formulas for analyzing those medicines?"

"I don't understand. I just said it casually, so it's true."

"...Can I beat you up?"

"Of course not."

Shamar decided not to talk nonsense with this ghost boy, and settled the business and went back to each family: "By the way, you just called and hired Li Baowen to deal with Albert and Timothy's accomplices outside the family... I thought you'd go there yourself."

"I originally wanted to go by myself, but..." Holding a cigarette in his hand, Enzo's eyes darkened slightly: "I'm afraid it would be better for me to stay at home during this time."

"Yo, when did you become a good man at home." The teasing turned into teasing, and after knowing the hidden story of Enzo's marriage, Shamar's expression immediately became serious: "What happened? I just wanted to ask you, the former The former actress who made a high-profile announcement in Rome a few days ago is your wife, right?"

"Ah, it's her. That's why I'm looking for you today..." As he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, Enzo's expression also showed a bit of undisguised disgust: "From a medical point of view, What kind of situations usually happen to make a person's personality suddenly change?"

"This depends on the specific situation. In short, it is definitely related to the brain nerves. Even if it is me, I have to do a detailed inspection myself before I can draw a conclusion."

"yes……"

"Is there something wrong with your wife? By the way, do you really want to divorce her? After all, she is a beautiful woman with a beautiful face and a hot body. Are you really willing?"

"It's not that I'm you, I just forget about myself. This divorce lawsuit must be carried out, but I don't care about the final result."

"Then why are you so far away?!"

"This, I have my own plan."

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