The black shadow that flashed away on the street corner was Ye Tian.

At this time, less than ten minutes had passed since he quietly left the convoy.

After cycling around a few secluded and dark alleys, he finally arrived at his destination, less than fifty meters away from the private clubhouse where the mafia and gypsy scum were hiding.

The black scooter he was riding was parked in an alley not far away, and it would be needed later when he was evacuated.

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A few hundred meters away on another main road, Betty's motorcade had stopped, and when questioned by the Florentine police who were following the convoy, Cole gave the reason that the vehicle was malfunctioning.

Faced with this situation, those Florentine policemen had no choice but to continue to be vigilant and vigilantly watch the surrounding situation to prevent accidents from happening.

But how did they know that the main target they were tracking, Ye Tian, was no longer in the convoy at this time.

The last thing they want to see is an accident that is about to happen, and the last thing they want to hear is the sound of gunfire that will soon resound throughout Florence and even all of Italy!

In a flash, Ye Tian had already determined the location of the target building, not far from the street, about forty meters away from the intersection where he was, and the street was dimly lit and empty!

Like many streets in Florence, this one is narrow, with hatchbacks and scooters parked on both sides, houses on both sides, and lights in many windows.

At first glance, there is nothing unusual about this street.

But who would have thought that there is a large group of gangsters who are being hunted down by the Florentine police all over the city, and are preparing to launch a bloody revenge operation.

Ye Tian, who had re-disappeared into the darkness, turned his head to look at the alley he was in.

The alley was empty and very quiet, except for the constant sound of rain dripping on the stone floor.

Immediately after, Ye Tian turned on the perspective, looked through the wall in front of him, and looked at the dangerous street and the ancient building more than forty meters away.

Wherever the line of sight passed, the wall in front of him was instantly seen through, and the situation in the street next to him was clearly presented in Ye Tian's eyes, and there were no secrets at a glance.

The streets were empty, there was not a single figure, only some lights from the houses on both sides, projected on the streets, which brought a little bit of popularity to the street.

Continuing forward, Ye Tian saw the ancient building built in the late eighteenth century.

From the outside, the historic building was pitch black, with no light coming through, and it looked like there should be no one inside, or that the people inside had gone to bed early.

But in Ye Tian's eyes, he saw a lot of different content.

When his gaze penetrated the wall again and entered the living room of the private clubhouse, he immediately saw thirty or forty gangsters with angry faces and angry and hateful eyes, as well as a large number of weapons and ammunition.

Nearly half of those scum, he knew, were the remaining scum of the Florentine Legion of the Casa Monica family, and he had already seen their photos before.

Even the names, home addresses and members of those mafia scumbags, as well as criminal records, etc., Ye Tian is clear.

In addition, those who don't know each other, don't need to ask, must be the scum of the gypsy gang, and their appearance is different from that of the scum of the Italian mafia.

At this time, the two groups of scum seemed to be arguing about something, one by one, red-faced, glaring at the guys opposite them, and constantly accusing each other, and the atmosphere was quite tense.

It's a pity that Ye Tian doesn't know Italian and can't read lips, so he has no way of knowing what the two scumbags are arguing about.

After determining the number of the two gangs of scum, Ye Tian quickly glanced at the weapons and ammunition placed on the table and coffee table, as well as the guns held by those scumbags.

Although the amount of weapons and ammunition in this batch was very staggering and the firepower was also very strong, Ye Tian was not surprised, let alone afraid.

Arms trafficking is also a lucrative business, and neither the Casamonica family nor the gypsy gang can afford to let go, and they must have a lot of weapons and ammunition in their hands.

Moreover, firearms are a source of their strength and a powerful weapon to maintain their deterrence, and they are indispensable.

In addition to the scum gathered in the living room, Ye Tian saw a gunman in the front hall and the back door on the first floor, the front hall was a mafia scumbag, and the back door was a gypsy gangster.

After a quick glance at the situation on the first floor, Ye Tian looked at the second floor and then at the third floor.

Inside a window facing the street on the second floor, he found a mafia scum standing at gunpoint, hidden behind the wall next to the window, staring at the street ahead through the gap in the curtains.

In a window on the third floor, near the back street, there was also a scumbag armed with an assault rifle, but not a mafia, but a gypsy face.

Other than that, Ye Tian didn't find any other gunmen.

As for the other things in this private club, as well as some unspeakable secrets, he didn't care at all, he just swept his eyes away!

That's a matter for the police, and as long as the gunshots go out, no matter how many secrets and filth this private club hides, they will all be dug up by the crazy Florentine police!

In an instant, Ye Tian knew everything about the situation inside this historical building and could take action.

Next, his gaze returned to the second floor of the historic building, locked on to the mafia scum hiding behind the window and staring at the street ahead, waiting for the right moment.

After only two or three seconds, the time has come.

Seeing that there was no movement on this side of the street, the mafia scum guarding the window on the second floor immediately changed positions, came to the other side of the window, and looked at the other side of the street through the gap in the curtains.

At this moment, Ye Tian rushed out of his hiding place like an arrow from the string, passed through the heavy rain curtain, and strode into this dangerous street.

Although his impact speed was fast and his stride was very long, he didn't make much noise under his feet, and if he wasn't close, he could hardly hear anything!

This is thanks to his light and swift skills, as well as the specially made soft-soled leather boots under his feet, and of course, the constant drizzle in the sky provides perfect cover.

Today's light rain is just in time, not only to provide him with cover, but also to erase all traces, so that the police who investigated afterwards have no trace!

In the blink of an eye, Ye Tian had quickly rushed to a place about ten meters away from the private club, and stopped in front of a black-lit building.

It's an ordinary house, there is no one living in it, and the occupants who originally lived in it may have traveled, but in short, not in Florence.

When he saw through this street just now, Ye Tian could see the situation in this building clearly, so he chose to stop here.

Almost as soon as he stopped in front of the door of the house, he pulled out the steel piece that had been unlocked and reached straight for the lock.

In an instant, the lock on the house was opened, and the door was pushed open without making a sound.

Immediately after, Ye Tian flashed into this residence, and completely disappeared from this quiet street, as if it had never appeared.

When his figure reappeared, it was already on the roof of this eighteenth-century old building, like a ghost in the dark, directly swooping down on the roof of the private club ten meters away.

The roofs of these historic buildings in the old town of Florence are often joined together if they are not separated by streets or alleys, as long as they are on the same street and on the same side.

The interval between them is only one high or low firewall at most, and for Ye Tian, these firewalls have no blocking effect at all.

As if walking on the ground, in a blink of an eye he came to the roof of the private club, and still did not make any sound.

Immediately afterward, he reached for the attic window of the old building, preparing to sneak into the private club through the attic window.

At the same time, the gypsy scum hidden on the third floor was still clinging to the wall, staring through the gaps in the curtains at the empty street behind the private clubhouse.

But how did he know that death had descended from the sky, quietly entered the room where he was hiding, and came behind him.

By the time he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind his side to his neck, and was about to dodge and look back, it was already too late!

Unconsciously, Ye Tian, who touched the scumbag behind him, directly swung out a hand knife, which was like lightning, and slashed at the neck of this scumbag with great accuracy.

"Smack"

With a soft sound, the gypsy scum was instantly stunned and fell directly to the floor.

Before he could fall, Ye Tian had quickly stretched out his left hand and grabbed this guy's body, and his right hand caught the short assault rifle in this guy's hand.

Then, he gently lowered the scumbag to the floor, silently.

The next moment, Ye Tian pulled out the saber tied to the thigh of this gypsy scumbag, cut the throat of this guy mercilessly, and sent him to hell!

After killing this guy, Ye Tian immediately picked up this scumbag's AUG assault rifle and M9 pistol, as well as all the magazines, and equipped himself.

And, of course, the saber that has been wiped with blood.

In the next battle, unless it is a last resort, Ye Tian will never use his weapon lightly, only then will everything be impeccable.

After equipping it, he quickly examined the guns and made sure there was no problem before walking to the door, ready to deal with the scum downstairs and send them to hell.

When he came to the door, Ye Tian turned on the perspective again, looked at the situation in the corridor outside, and also looked at the situation in the living rooms on the second and first floors.

At this time, the scum downstairs was still at a loss, and they were still arguing about something.

Unbeknownst to them, the Grim Reaper's scythe was already swinging at them from above their heads!