At this time, Custer had a feeling in his heart that he wanted to fight him with a whip. Looking at Custer, who was about to hold back his expression of internal injury, Simon's calm blue eyes seemed to bring out a little bit of smugness: "What do you want to ask?" Custer was a little surprised, and thought, "Does he know what I'm going to ask?" ”

But then his mood became happy again: "Ha! That's what you asked first. "Being able to be juicy for such a small thing can be imagined, and the relationship between the two was not very harmonious. Custer was secretly overjoyed, not knowing that Simon was just treating him like a grumpy kid now.

I saw Custer cough with a straight face, "I want to know, do you already know the true identity of No. 17." Simon stretched out his hands: "Is this question important to you?" Custer: "Of course! If you arrange it, then I owe you a favor. As he spoke, he snapped the "Blood Rose" in the middle of the table between the two.

Simon looked at Caster, who was saying that he wanted to return the favor, but he was already secretly competing in his heart, and pushed the boat down: "Yes, I did it on purpose, your strength is too weak, this is the best way to improve your strength in a short time." ”

Custer frowned, "I hate the feeling that you are strategizing like this, as if everyone is your pawn." Simon: "Yes, because you only have the ability to be a pawn. Custer gritted his back molars: "I'm really... Simon replied: "Enough up? ”

Custer trembled and raised his index finger, "You ......", he wanted to get angry, but seeing that he was "helping" himself and making "Blood Rose" completely awaken, he could only hold back the fire until he couldn't hold it back and drained it from his anus. Custer: "I'm sure it's not just Long Wen and Hu Che, but you and I are also real enemies. Simon: "It's not that enemies don't get together. Custer hammered the table at this time: "Hey! Can't your words fall to the ground? ”

At this time, Long Wen and Hu Che impatiently issued: "! and "fuck!" The sound of swearing. Even Grant and Sephard, who were in the cab, turned their heads to look at them through the small window. At this time, Simon still had a calm expression, and raised Erlang's legs like a businessman who was doing business negotiations and said to Custer: "So you owe me a favor as a wrongdoer." ”

Custer looked at him suspiciously, "I don't think you're going to have some idea about me." Simon's thin lips pursed slightly. He was just about to speak when his phone rang, and he paused for a moment before picking it up when he saw the display.

"Hey! Yes, I'm on my way back to the main office. "Well, okay, I know, okay, I'll make it clear when I get there." After a few brief sentences, Simon put down the phone.

Simon: "Sorry, we're going to pause our chat. Custer: "What?" Simon then got up and walked to the cab and said to Grant and Sephard, "Stop at the rest stop ahead, I'm going to the CGT." Grant: "Do you need us to go along?" ”

Simon: "No, you guys keep going. Someone needs to be there on Milano's side. I will come back as far as I can. Sephar then asked, "Is it because of what we did in Romagna?" Simon: "On the one hand, and on the other hand, it's also about the emergency. ”

Grant: "What's a bigger incident than ours?" Simon replied calmly: "Of course, the CGT has just received news that the two bigwigs, Bram and Corleone, have been assassinated. Even a calm Sefar had a look of surprise on his face. What the? Grant: "How is that possible?" Who has such great power? ”

Custer pricked up his ears and listened carefully, then suddenly bounced up from his chair: "What? Did I hear me right? You just said that both the Black Godfather and the White Godfather were 'clicked'? As he spoke, he wiped his neck with his fingers.

Simon's blue eyes narrowed as if he were thinking: "I hope they don't frame the 'hunters'." Custer, Sephard, and Grant all had expressions on their faces as if they were facing a great enemy. At this time, the ears of the three of them sounded as if the horn of war was sounding.

Tower of Confession on the island of Pantelleria

After more than a dozen hours of meetings on this day, there was finally a temporary pause. Everyone fled out of the rotunda. Relieve tight nerves. At the previous day's meeting, it was decided that the death of the godfather of Corleone should be made public immediately, and everyone turned off their mobile phones to avoid being harassed by the numerous phone calls.

The sea breeze blows in front of the window at night. The white mist wafting from the cigarette was torn into white threads and finally dissipated into the night: "Come on?" A cigar was handed to Kai, who looked up to see Percival standing nearby. "Nope." Kai declined with a cigarette in his hand.

At this time, Percival also put away his cigar and took out a cigarette from his pocket, and Kai asked, "You don't smoke?" Percival: "Cigars are just pretense for me, smoking my own cigarettes and handing cigars to others." Kai saw the honest look of the forty-year-old man in front of him, and the stiff facial muscles moved, and spit out three words: "It's all the same." ”

Posival took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and said as he lit it, "What do you think? Kai didn't answer, and took a silent puff on his cigarette. At this time, Percival held on to the railing with both hands and looked at the dark sea and sky outside, and said, "Your life will be much longer than ours, and you should have a decision in your heart." ”

Kay: "We should belong to different races. Percival's eagle eyes looked at Kai, "Are you guarding against me?" Even if I am not accidental, you will not live long. Kay: "The longevity of my life has nothing to do with my defense of you. ”

Percival looked down at the colorful tattoos on Kai's rolled up sleeves, the intricate patterns seemed to try to hide the twisted scars, "I read that right, you're a true warrior. Kai's red eyes squinted.

Kay: "Why don't you ask someone?" Posival replied with a cigarette in his mouth, "Because I know that only a true warrior is not swayed by what is around him, he has already made his own decisions that must be adhered to." Kai flicked his cigarette ash and asked, "You too." ”

Percival: "I hope our position is the same. Kai didn't say anything more, resting his elbows on the railing, the cigarette between his fingers almost burning out, when the smoke from the two cigarettes mingled in the air and drifted away in the wind, as if he could pierce a qiē eagle's eye. (To be continued......)