Tanavaro yelled so loudly that Zhang Yong almost thought he was possessed by Pavarotti.
It's so uncomfortable. That guy's cigar is too strong and the sound is deafening.
struggle.
Found it useless.
The wrong side really lifted him up.
have no choice……
Praying secretly, don’t fall!
I was beaten to a pulp by Chen Gongshu just yesterday. If I was beaten again, I would really fall apart.
Fortunately, after a few minutes, Tanavaro finally released him.
Zhang Yong then breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn it. Are all Italians so rough? Could it be that I have met a fake Italian?
It would be great if the Italians performed so ferociously on the battlefield. The head of state could also breathe a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have to mobilize so many troops to fight for his teammates.
"Mr. Jin..."
"They go aside and shut up."
"He must not leave."
"Why?"
"He lost."
"I……"
Zhang Yong was speechless.
I spoke so loudly, do you want him to help me with my gambling debt?
dream!
He is not very familiar with you!
"Mr. Jin, lend him a hundred dollars! He'll be happy with me some other time!"
"Hundred dollars?"
"Wrong. He just asked for a hundred dollars and left. He went back and made me macaroni and pizza himself."
"Just beg..."
Zhang Yong's eyes opened wide.
One hundred dollars! Brother! One hundred lire! I beg you!
Do I know how much one hundred dollars is worth? A bottle of Coke is only a few cents! Damn, that’s thousands of bottles of Coke!
A brand new Colt M1911 leg gun, only $15!
"Jin, help..."
"Help……"
Tanavaro cried pitifully.
He doesn't look like a guy who does underworld business at all. The contrast between before and after is too great.
"All right!"
Zhang Yong reluctantly agreed.
I need help from someone!
Fortunately, one hundred dollars is quite easy to come by.
He took out a stack of green US dollar bills, all of which were in denominations of 5 US dollars. There were twenty in total.
"Thanks!"
"Thanks!"
Tanavaro took the dollar bills to pay off a large gambling debt.
Immediately, everyone cheered enthusiastically. Someone also brought a large beer and everyone drank it happily.
Tanavaro didn't look like he was losing money. He drank the beer happily and smoked the cigar until it was red. The others also smoked and drank. The scene was really too wild.
Zhang Yong:……
Make knitting!
Why is it so exciting than the Italian football team winning the championship?
I really can't understand those Italians.
The stuff that deceived the head of state.
But the head of state was very wrong. They are very emotional.
It is said that when the head of state visited Italy, he was reluctant to leave. He was as close as a brother to Mussolini.
If you don't know the details, you will definitely think that their friendship is beyond most people.
Later, Mussolini was captured by the guerrillas, but the Führer sent a commando to rescue him. Unlike his pig teammate, the Führer can really say that he was tenacious and spared no effort.
"Hoo ho ho!"
"Hoo ho ho!"
Crazy Italians started dancing.
I almost thought they were Brazilians. You can just have a samba session.
Tanavaro cheered too, as if he had not lost a hundred dollars, but had won a hundred dollars.
Zhang Yong:……
There's something wrong with that guy's brain.
There are problems with those Italian scammers. Please be careful.
"Jin, come here!"
Tanavaro greeted warmly.
Zhang Yong shook his head.
reject.
He doesn't ask for it.
We can kill him with just the smell of smoke!
Each of us is tall and tall, big and thick. What if we crush him?
"Boom!"
Suddenly someone fell to the ground.
I don’t know if one of the guys was drunk and just lay on the ground.
Zhang Yong:……
Those drunken Italians!
"Mosani!"
"Mosani!"
Suddenly someone shouted.
Others followed and shouted louder and louder.
Zhang Yong:???
Mosani? What does it mean?
It was only later that I realized it. Was it Mussolini?
The difference in accent.
It seems that these guys are not supporters of Mussolini.
No matter what future generations will say about Mussolini, at least at this moment, the vast majority of Italians do not support that madman.
Even many Italians were very excited by Mussolini and dreamed of regaining the Roman Empire.
Trying to recall, the history textbook seems to say that Italy invaded Ethiopia, interfered in the Spanish foreign war, and was a restless master.
"Mosani!"
"Mosani!"
The crazy roar lasted for half an hour.
It wasn't until they were almost exhausted that the crazy Italians gradually came back quietly.
"Jin, let them go!"
"Come, follow him!"
Tanavaro strode forward to lead the way.
Under the stimulation of alcohol, the guy walked unsteadily. It felt like he would fall to the ground at any time.
Entered an Italian restaurant. It was very large, but there were not many customers.
The table should be placed in a messy manner, giving people a very rough feeling.
It seems that they have no intention of doing business at all.
That restaurant, can you hide it?
"That's his restaurant!"
“They have the best pasta and pizza in the world!”
"Tomorrow, we are all his most distinguished guests. Come. He will prepare it for us in person."
Tanavaro announced proudly.
Zhang Yong:……
It's over. One hundred dollars wasted.
That guy was so enthusiastic. He probably didn’t want to spend the hundred dollars anymore. How could I have the nerve to ask?
Big loss...
That’s one hundred dollars!
One hundred dollars at that time was already worth a lot.
At least the equivalent of three thousand dollars in later generations to be in.
A meal of macaroni and a pizza for three thousand dollars? Eighteen Michelin stars are not that expensive...
So miserable...
But we can just go east. After all, we have nothing to ask for from others.
Finally, Tanavaro finally came to his senses, "Dear Jin, what's the matter with me coming to see him?"
"He goes to Sicily with a companion. He doesn't want to stay there anymore."
"No problem. His ship will leave tomorrow morning."
"Okay. He'll have him on the boat before tomorrow night. Where is my boat?"
"Wusongkou Pier. The biggest ship. The Taranto."
"The Taranto. He remembered."
"There is a Milano right next to it. I don't want to make a mistake."
"he knows."
Zhang Yong said he remembered it.
He is very familiar with the cities we are seeking in Italy.
What AC Milan, Inter Milan, Naples, Roma, Fiorentina, Juventus, Sampdoria...
He has always supported AC Milan...
Just as he was begging to shut up, something suddenly occurred to him.
There is a red dot cut into the edge of the map.
I took a casual look and found that the target appeared at the end of the street.
He was wearing a long windbreaker, his legs were in his pockets, and he was wearing a peaked cap. It was a standard outfit for his legs. Even a blind person could see that there was something wrong with that guy.
If Zhang Yong makes a mistake in his judgment, he can hide a gun with legs or something like that. Wherever he goes, there is no good thing in being absolutely wrong.
Did he come to assassinate himself?
hehe.
Do something secretly.
Tsotanavaro said: "I won't have much luck tomorrow..."
"What?" Tanavaro said in confusion.
"He knows divination. A gypsy kind of thing. He figured out that I'm going to be in trouble tomorrow."
"What trouble?"
"Have I seen that person? He is coming to trouble me."
"who?"
Tanavaro immediately turned his head and looked over. He saw the man in the trench coat.
His face suddenly turned gloomy. He also noticed that the wrong party seemed to have bad intentions. His legs were in his pockets. Coco was carrying a weapon.
He immediately walked to the door of the shop and started chirping outside.
No need to ask, it must be Italian.
It turned out that there were many Italians rushing out.
Several Italians saw the man in a trench coat and rushed towards him immediately.
The man in the trench coat felt something bad, so he drew his gun consciously. He was indeed armed. He was indeed coming with bad intentions.
However……
"Bah bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Various gunshots were fired.
The surrounding Italians opened fire.
The man in the trench coat fell into a pool of blood in an instant.
The red dot disappears.
Totally dead.
Zhang Yong sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth.
Haha. Come here to kill people? Do you really not know how to write the word "death"?
Do you really think that the Beretta M1934 leg gun has no lethality? There are probably hundreds of those kind of leg guns on that street. The firepower is fierce.
Tan Hong said that Zhang Yong did not dare to fall out there.
There are too many Italians around, and there are also many guns. There are only a dozen of them, and they will definitely fight.
That kind of messy melee will not work even if Yan Shuangying comes.
It just depends on who has more people and who has more guns. It all depends on luck. Whoever has bad luck will die there.
"That damn guy!"
"Take off his skin!"
Tanavaro shouted angrily.
He did not realize at all whether he had been deceived by Zhang Yong.
Now Zhang Yong is almost certain that the bandits who killed him that month were directed at him or wanted to assassinate him.
I don’t know if I am being watched wherever I am.
It seems that there are already many informants of the Yue bandits in the concession. It is very dangerous to act alone.
Keep calm.
The Italians were going to really remove the legs and drag the body away.
How will it be handled?
Zhang Yong didn't know and didn't want to ask.
They occupy the whole street there, so of course there are ways to deal with it.
Maybe it was burned directly without leaving any trace.
"The British must be up to something!"
"What?"
"Are you sure they were sent by the British?"
"Well……"
Zhang Yong was about to speak but stopped.
It feels like Tanavaro's mind seems to be a little rushed.
Do we Italians have any conflicts with the British? How could the British think of sending a killer to kill me?
But it's hard to say whether.
The concession is not peaceful.
In addition to the disputes among the Chinese, disputes among the great powers also occurred one after another.
Especially that Tanavaro, who has a Sicilian background. What he does in the concession is not serious business. There will definitely be conflicts with the British.
Maybe there are some people in the UK who are doing shady business.
Where did those foreign countries come from? The biggest sellers are the British! Even India is their colony!
Many of those fleeing Red Russians also like to cause trouble.
In the bright east of Xiafei Road, who knows how much darkness is hidden?
Of course, those have nothing to do with Zhang Yong.
If he comes, he will send Ichiro Akita to hell.
After everything is done, say goodbye and leave immediately.
