Many people think of Mafia as the headquarters of Mafia because its godfathers lived most of their time in Palermo, the capital of Western Kelia, but in fact the real headquarters of Mafia is not in Western Kelia, but on the island of Pantelleria outside the region.

Few people have seen Mafia's headquarters on the island of Pantelleria, because only at the annual meeting or important meetings of the Fathers will gather the high-level officials of the branches to discuss matters on the island, and even the Fathers themselves are rarely stationed here because of the problems of transportation between the island and the mainland of Western Kelia, so Palermo, which belongs to the capital of Mafia's birthplace in the eyes of many people, has become the "headquarters" in the eyes of most people.

It seems that this actual headquarters has always been idle, but this "idle headquarters" is geographically a wartime battleground, Pantelleria Island is located in the sea between "Italia" and the continent of Affric, this island has actually become a link between the two continents, not only attacking and defending freely, but also holding the throat of the Mediterranean, from which many of Mafia's supplies and weapons are transported by sea to the world.

With its own airport and self-sufficient economic network, as well as its own military armament, Mafia is a small independent kingdom that maintains a delicate balance with the Itarian government along with the West Kellia region.

Mafia's headquarters on the island of Pantelleria bears a resemblance to the Palermo estate, which was originally a remnant of the ancient Italia dynasty, except that it was not a fief of a nobleman but a penal camp for exiles.

It is much simpler than the Palermo Manor, but because of the Second World War before the CA year, many military facilities were added to the original penal camp, and the design makes it more like a military fortress than the aristocratic temperament of the Palermo Manor.

There are two things that must be done on the island of Pantelleria in Mafia's regulations. The first is that the ceremony of succession of the godfather must take place on the island, and the other is a "round table" convened by the black godfather and the white godfather, attended by all the black and white knights directly under the godfather.

Planes and ships arrived on the island one after another, and on the seven-story "Confession Tower" originally prepared for exiles to confess their sins, Al stood in the crimson pupils at the top of the tower, reflecting the azure sea and the seagulls soaring in the sky, the sea breeze blowing his cheeks and blowing his waist-length silver hair.

Only here can he appear as a "vampire", here he is the Black Godfather Bream. Vlad's son, Mafia's godson, is the heir to the future ruling vampire clan. "Inheritance? When will I be able to inherit? I'm a 'mongrel'.

The 'eternal blood' that flows in my body will not make me immortal! "I'll never wait for the day of the succession, the Godfather is just taking advantage of me. Use me as a bastard to help him open up his territory. On the surface, I'm an admired godson, but behind the scenes, I'm just a bastard who is spurned by both humans and vampires. ”

This is also the so-called "enlightenment"! Al calls from Braim. From the day Vlad became "Father", he had already buried the "enlightenment" that had already been clear in his heart, and at the same time, he also buried in his heart the ambition to "control the world of light and darkness".

"It's coming! I've finally waited for it! Standing at the top of the Tower of Confession, Al laughed wildly as he held two crystal crown brooches, symbols of supreme power, high in the direction of the sun. I did it! I did it! See? Have you seen them all? ”

At the top of the empty tower, Al asked a loud question, as if waiting for an answer, but there was no sound around him except for the occasional low chirping of seabirds passing by. "Hah! I forgot about it, and everyone left. The Black Godfather is gone. The White Godfather is gone. Mordred is gone, Daddy is gone, Mom is gone...... Dora is gone."

As he spoke, Al was already in tears. He held the two brooches tightly in his hands, and a light smile suddenly appeared on his pale face that was crying in the face of the sun: "Custer... You... I'm going to go too...."

At this moment, footsteps were heard behind him, "Godfather, the knights have arrived." Al took out the crystal box from his pocket, carefully placed the two brooches inside, then turned and walked to the tall red-haired woman standing in the doorway:

"Don't call me that for a while." As he spoke, he slowly approached the red-haired woman's face, and his eyes radiated a seductive fiery red light, as if it could instantly ignite the fanatical desire of the human heart. The red-haired woman didn't dodge, she used her slender fingers to push away the hundred hairs that Al had hung down in front of her face and said coldly, "Young Master Al, it seems that you are still too tender. ”

"Huh!" Al smiled lightly and straightened up, "Bedwell, what are you going to say?" I saw Bedwell's purple lips slightly provoked and said, "It's nothing." Then he turned and walked in the door. After watching Bedwell's figure disappear, he saw Al sneer, and his pale face was filled with cold killing intent: "Death to those who stand in my way." ”

Peterbilt 389 travels on the motorway to Milano

At this time, Grant was sitting in the driver's seat, but in fact, the car was completely controlled by "Noah", and Grant seemed to have completely become an ornament in the car. In the trailer, Long Wen was leisurely leaning over the bed and looking at "Playboy", while Hu Che was like a surgeon, holding the potion with bloodstained gloves and "rubbing" it on Long Wen's back.

Long Wen: "I said you were taking a bath?" Or do you think I'm a FreedomRide? Hu Che replied in a tone like a famous doctor: "If you have the ability, you can wipe it yourself." Long Wen: "Damn! If I could see my back, I wouldn't need you. Hu Che: "No, you still have to use it!" As he spoke, he poked Long Wen's wound with a gauze stained with potion, and at this time, Grant in the cab couldn't help but slap a wit when he heard Long Wen's howl of pain.

At this time, Custer came to Hu Che's side: "It's hard for anyone to escape under the wolf's claws, even if they survive, their bones have already been scratched and exposed, and such a minor injury is already very lucky." Long Wen said proudly: "It's not that I'm lucky, but I know how to turn evil into good fortune." Hu Che threw a ball of bloody cotton into the paper basket and sarcastically said: "It's hard to die driven by the idea of running if you can't beat it." ”

Custer laughed twice after hearing "hehe", and Long Wen shook his head and admitted: "It's better to die than to live." Although the flesh was turned over by Alpha's sharp wolf claws, Custer still noticed the big tattoo on Long Wen's back. What's on your back? Hu Che continued: "Eye. Custer: "What? Long Wen: "Of course he doesn't know what you say to a foreigner." ”

But then the two of them heard Custer reply, "No, I want to say I'd like to see something like this." Hu Che: "Huh? In wurm? Custer: "No. As he spoke, he turned to look at Simon and Sephar, "But it's almost Simon?" Simon, who was flipping through the newspaper, said, "Well, he's our opponent." (To be continued......)