It's a pity that the big demon king will always be the big demon king, and the prince kills the demon king, takes the princess, and lives a happy life from now on, which can only happen in fairy tales.

In 5 minutes, all 41 people lay on the open ground, humming and chirping, waiting for the doctor's treatment, and the little pride in their hearts had long been thrown away.

"Everyone, double down on training from tomorrow. Li Zitao left with a black face, and everyone lowered their heads in shame, feeling that they had failed the boss's expectations and cultivation.

As everyone knows, Li Zitao is praising Wang Dagou, "The training effect is good, but it is still a teenager's heart, too easy to be proud, and it needs to be polished." ”

Li Zitao waited for a long time after speaking, but he didn't hear Wang Dagou reply, turned his head to look, and found that he was looking at himself with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?" Li Zitao looked his body up and down, "There's nothing strange about it!"

"When you speak, can you not be so old-fashioned, don't forget your age. Wang Dagou said helplessly.

"......" Thinking of the number 17, Li Zitao smiled a little awkwardly.

Maybe it's because of the memory of his previous life, or the strength of his pervert, that he always ignores his age, and his personality seems a little old.

"I'm going out tomorrow, and I'll leave the house to you. "Home, this is the first time Li Zitao has mentioned this word, but it contains a heavy weight.

"Well, don't worry, you also pay attention to safety. Wang Dagou knew what he was going to do, and wanted to persuade him to bring more people, but he also knew that he couldn't persuade him at all.

Since Jack Chen was killed by him, the boy in front of him has become more and more unfamiliar, and he has become more and more incomprehensible.

Fortunately, the two of them are still together, and life is getting better and better.

Although such a life may be torn apart in the next second, at least in this second, they do not need to be afraid of life, and they do not need to starve.

"Lee, I'm leaving. The two were walking forward with their own thoughts, and a figure suddenly blocked in front of Li Zitao.

"Why are you leaving again all of a sudden?" Looking at Bergman, Li Zitao felt a little reluctant.

He has become accustomed to the existence of this woman, to her running around in front of him every day, to her nagging and chattering, to the fact that she is always speechless by himself, gritting her teeth and looking at himself viciously.

"You're going to have to leave, aren't you?" said Bergman, a little disappointed.

"Well, yes, I have to leave. Li Zitao took a deep breath, raised his head to look at her and said with a smile: "Go, I'll send you personally." ”

Li Zitao is not an idiot, nor is he a nerd, these days of getting along day and night have made him understand the thoughts of this somewhat naïve woman.

But his first reaction was not pride and joy, but panic, the feeling of being empty and at peace made Li Zitao choose to be silent.

For him now, love is a luxury that can only be seen from a distance and cannot be had.

Don't look at him a lot of intestines every day, but Li Zitao is not an abusive person, he just has the habit of YY with dicks.

When love really fell on his head, and it was a well-educated goddess like Bergman, who had a good family background, and was the best in appearance and figure, Li Zitao was intimidated.

He was afraid that he would not be able to give Bergman a future, and even now he could not afford to give a promise, because after every night, he did not know if he would ever see the sun again.

In the taxi to the airport, Bergman wanted to show his heart several times, but Li Zitao always diverted the topic first.

So much so that when Bergman got off the bus at the airport, his eyes were already red, and finally he glanced at Li Zitao with a resentful look, stomped his feet and turned to leave.

In 1914, the United States had a number of airlines, including Braniff, Pan America, Delta, United, Universal, Northwestern, Eastern Airlines, etc.

At this time, the number of passengers is less, people are not so trusting in airplanes, and more ferries and trains are chosen, and aviation is more used to transport parcels at this time.

That's right, in the beginning, the biggest use of transport planes, in addition to transporting soldiers, tanks and vehicles on the battlefield, was to make deliveries.

Of course, at this time, it should be called slow delivery, because it is really slow.

In 1925, the famous Ford Motor acquired an aircraft manufacturing company, and the civil aircraft produced was called Trimotor, which could carry 12 passengers, completely opened the era of civil aviation, and was the most important model of civil aviation in the early 20s.

It was at this time that it accumulated strong experience in aircraft manufacturing, so after the start of World War II and the entry of the United States into the war, Ford was able to decisively stop the production of civilian vehicles.

In less than three years, it built thousands of bombers, nearly 60,000 aircraft engines, and 250,000 tanks, and began to make a lot of war money.

Watching Bergman's figure disappear into the airport, Li Zitao's gaze regained focus with some abruptness, knowing that this parting may be forever.

At this moment, a hard object was held up by his waist, and a gloomy low roar sounded behind him: "Don't move, follow me obediently." ”

Li Zitao smiled faintly, let the other party press his shoulder with his hand, and pushed him into the car next to him, and the man in the car raised the muzzle of the gun on his leg and signaled him to get into the car honestly.

Sitting in the middle between two gunmen, Li Zitao had already guessed who wanted to see him.

Except for the audacious Italian mafia, who would dare to hijack him at gunpoint in broad daylight in front of the airport.

The car stopped in front of a bar, Li Zitao was robbed to the second floor, the dim room was flickering, the light bulbs flickered, and a figure sat behind a wide carved mahogany table, his face was a little hazy under the smoke, only the sparks of cigarette butts were dazzling.

"Mr. Paul Rika, how are you feeling lately?" Li Zitao didn't recognize the face opposite, but this did not prevent him from guessing the identity of the other party.

For this meeting, he waited patiently for 2 weeks, but the other party was more anxious than he imagined, and he planned to dial the number in his pocket tomorrow.

"Who are you?" Paul Rika sipped a cigar in his mouth, his face hidden behind the smoke changed uncertainly, and Li Zitao's composure made him a little unpredictable.

"Paul, maybe we should talk about it separately. Li Zitao looked around, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, he didn't want the conversation between the two to be outsider.

"Shut your mouth, boy. The subordinates standing next to him roared a little hideously, and they stepped forward and raised their hands to give Li Zitao a bite with the butt of the gun.

Squatting, twisting his waist and turning around, raising his foot and kicking upward, the soles of his feet touched the opponent's chin, and before he could even scream, his body flew upside down and hit the wall.

Shaking the coat on his body, Li Zitao looked at Paul Rika defiantly, as if he couldn't see that the muzzles around him were all aimed at him, as if to say, 'These people can't stop me.' ’

With a wave of the hand holding the cigar, the room fell silent again, and Paul Rica stepped out from behind the table, "Who hired you, and how much did he give you?"

"Nobody hires me, I work for myself. Li Zitao spread his hands and smiled.

"So...... What do you want?" Paul Rika looked at him with a gloomy gaze, the young man making him a little unpredictable, as if he were facing Capone.

No, Capone can only be regarded as moody, and the bright light in the eyes of the young man in front of him let him know that the other party is not the kind of pervert who kills people for fun.

"I want you. When he heard this, Paul Rica chrysanthemum tightened, but fortunately Li Zitao continued: "And everything about Capone, I want the whole of Chicago." ”

Knowing that he was wrong, Paul Rica did not take it easy, and the other party wanted to be the new king of Chicago.

Hehe, is it just his skills?

Paul Rika admits that he is very strong, and his movements are as fast as lightning, but how fast can he be faster than a thousand machine guns, fast enough to pass grenades and explosives?

'Paul, Capone is going to be history, he doesn't have a chance to get out of prison again, you need to make new choices. Li Zitao appropriately exposed some information.

Paul Riccard was not surprised to hear this, and when Capone asked him to contact Daddy Johnny and Luciano, he knew that Capone was in big trouble.

Otherwise, with his self-righteous temperament, how could he ask for help from others, even if it was Daddy Johnny and Luciano.

"Why don't I go it alone, and why do you think you can take over Chicago?" said Paul Ricca, in a flirtatious tone.

Frank and McGunn are both dead, Capone's brothers are in Cicero, and they simply don't dare to come out.

As long as he kills Joe, Capone's most trusted personal bodyguard, then he can take over everything from Capone's group, even if it is only a part, it is better than being someone else's subordinate.

"No, no, no, you're mistaken. Li Zitao came to the table and sat on the table with his hands propped up, "Chicago is mine, and I chose you." ”

Reaching out and shooting at Paul Rika, the eerie killing intent froze him in place, a drop of sweat left from the corner of his eye, as if the actual killing intent made him panic.

"Otherwise, there is no need for you and all of this to exist. "Shoot,' Piu," Li Zitao jumped off the table and walked out.

Squeak~

Pulling open the wooden door, Li Zitao said with the corners of his mouth slightly curled: "I'm waiting for your news, you know where to find me." ”

Paul Rika stood there with a twinkle in his eyes, until the footsteps outside the door were completely gone, and his right hand holding the cigar trembled unnaturally, and put the cigarette to his mouth.

"Shhh...... Whew......" took a deep puff of cigarette, and Paul Rika's heart regained its calm.

Over the years, he has seen countless ruthless people, killers, drug dealers, and crazy people, but no one has ever been able to give him such a strong sense of oppression.

At that moment, Paul Rika even felt like he was suffocating when he fell into the water.

Although there were more than 20 men outside, and hundreds of people would be able to support and surround the place within 5 minutes, Paul Rika still had a ridiculous thought in his heart, 'If he wants to, he will die......