These are the things, the temptations that make it hard to resist! ”

Benito. Mussolini looked at the little pill that looked crystal clear blue between his fingers. As a popular "refreshment" among Europeans, low-dose "ecstasy" has become the new favorite of Europeans.

Because it is not a prescription drug, it is not sold in ordinary pharmacies. On the contrary, these things are very strange to appear in the outer societies controlled by the "Chinese Association". As a profiteering medicine with a limited supply, the distribution of this pill, which the Romans called "blue ** confusion", has become an industry that many people fight for at the cost of their lives.

Of course, as the "mafia" family in Italy, it has become the general distributor of the periphery of the "Chinese Association", and the industry used by the party to collect money has become the main participant in this quick profiteering industry.

With such a way of doing business, it is obvious that the people who planned these things had already expected that one day, or this kind of "blue ** confusion" might become a temptation for European countries to resist "huge profits". Then this kind of "blue ** confusion" controlled by political parties and associations can naturally easily penetrate a country's borders and be successfully sold.

Mussolini twisted the crystal clear "blue ** confusion" in his fingers, and the feeling in his hand was a little like cod liver oil pills.

Mussolini, who had become accustomed to these blue pills, was now convinced that his senses and thoughts, many times more sensitive than usual, would come in handy before he carried out the "one-book-reading-small-speaking-thinking" or some "intense activity".

This meeting is not the same thing as the politicians he usually deals with. What he saw was the Don of Rome, who had considerable power and absolute control over Sicily. Vito.

The totem of the modern gangster – Vito. Cassio. Ferro, while in Sicily he was widely respected by the gangsters.

Don Vito's "Society" was very disciplined. If a "respectable person" from the countryside, a dignitary from Rome, or a foreign guest visiting Sicily were stolen by mistake in his precinct, he would give a command, and in a few moments a suitcase, a travel bag, a watch, or a lady's jewellery would be returned. This was a beautiful story throughout Italy at the time.

The son of a farmer in the city of Palermo, Vito Casio Ferro is undoubtedly the quintessential "phoenix out of the hen's coop". Although Dou Da can't recognize all the characters, his long figure, elegant and elegant clothes, modest and steady demeanor, make him extraordinary, not angry but mighty, and with long white hair, Vito is like a prophet. This man, who looked like a big man, organized a group of male relatives to form a brotherhood, known as the "Glorious Society".

Soon, the constant marriages made his blood nepotism a huge momentum. But this time, it was not a good thing that his people in the "glorious society" on the side of Rome provoked Mussolini. You know, this person is in someone's mind, and he will be the leader who led Italy into World War II. Then the aid of money and force will naturally not be tilted towards the gangsters.

I just don't know that Tang, who has already had a deep friendship with the "Chinese Association" on "Sicily". Will Vito be able to escape being locked up in a small cell by Mussolini and dying in desolation?

As a dispute between the "gangsters", although Mussolini's real identity is the leader of the "fighting fascist party", he will not start a "turf" struggle between the gangsters in any grand place.

The struggle begins in a small brewery with a lot of drinkers, where the smell of spaghetti and pizza wafts through the air. And then there's some warblers in hotly dressed taverns. In this inconspicuous tavern, Mussolini, with two bodyguards who followed him, met the guy who was stealing business with them.

The "Glorious Society" in Rome was founded by a man named Timothy. If Westerners also believe in Buddhism, I am afraid that this tall and strong man will be mistaken for the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha.

A fat face made the corners of his mouth curve upward, as if he always had a happy smile. With thick curly hair, if a flea accidentally runs into it, it must think that it has entered the primeval jungle of the Amazon.

Looking at this chubby face with a smile oozing some oil, Mussolini felt uncomfortable at all. even gave the other party an invitation to him to "sit down and talk", and snorted coldly disdainfully. Mussolini habitually spread his legs apart, his arms crossed in front of his chest, and his slightly longer lower lip protruded. For these associations, in addition to the "Chinese Association" because of the forces behind it, other associations include the well-known "mafia" in Italy, who has political ambitions, and he doesn't look at it at all!

"Hmph, do you understand, the people you drove away are our party members who are raising funds, I think you should understand that our 'fighting fascist party' is not a cowardly party ......that is afraid of struggle!"

What Mussolini didn't expect at all was that after the other party found out his identity, he actually laughed very casually.

"My Monsieur Mussolini, have you not traveled to Sicily? Haven't you heard of Don. Mr. Vito, does he really mind if someone restlessly meddles in a business that shouldn't be interfered with? As for the leader of any party, please believe me, sir, we have seen a lot of such politicians. Eventually these people will choose to respect us Don. Mr. Vito's opinion, if you don't know much about these things, I think you should go out and inquire about it? ”

Mussolini squinted his eyes and glanced at Timothy in front of him. Gallo, habitually shaking his big head, which he has always used to demonstrate to his opponents.

"What Don. Vito, I didn't know him before, and I won't be interested in him in the future, and I want you to understand that if you don't leave this area, then I promise......"

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————————————————————————————————————— at this time, Timothy. Gallo also lost his trademark smile because of Mussolini's attitude, reached out and played with the handle of the beer glass, as if inadvertently saying a word in his mouth.

"Guaranteed? My good sir, you promise nothing here, and if I were you, I wouldn't talk like that! ”

"Hmph, looks like you're threatening me?"

"Humph......"

Sicily Grand Han Timothy. As if he had seen the famous Monsieur Don Quixote, Gallo turned his eyes contemptuously and ignored Mussolini in front of him. He firmly believed in his heart that if a petty politician like this, who did not know the power of the "glorious society", let the two gunmen "talk" to him, he would understand what kind of attitude he should have to deal with them.

"Looks like we're not going to get along, okay let's go!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Mussolini caught a glimpse of some big men around him with bulging ribs, and his facial expression showed a look of ill will, and Mussolini, who had always thought that he was just dealing with some petty hooligans, recognized that they did not seem to be welcome here.

"I'll be back!"

As Mussolini was leaving, he turned and sat comfortably there, dealing with the cheese-smeared pizza on the plate in front of him. Gallo left warnings and threats.

At this time, some people in the tavern became aware of Timothy, who seemed to be concentrating on pizza. Gallo's movements. And their hands were now in their bosoms, as if they were going to call the waiter to settle the bill.

Out of the tavern and into the street, Mussolini breathed a sigh of relief at the danger that had just filled the smell of gunpowder. However, before he could really catch his breath, the situation around him had changed.

Suddenly, it was as if someone had cast a spell on the street, where cars were coming and going. Cars are getting very fast here, and pedestrians on the streets seem to be sparse all at once. Under the flickering street lamps, a silence heavier than death is slowly spreading.

"I think it's better for us to get out of here as soon as possible!"

The bodyguards who followed him urged Mussolini, who was still pacing in all directions, and compared to the party leader, those who were begging for a living at gunpoint, they knew that Mr. Don Vito often exerted strong pressure on those who did not give face. It doesn't matter what kind of politician or celebrity the other party is, and no matter how powerful the other party is.

After all, the "Glorious Society" is an organization composed entirely of a group of outlaws, and the risk of dealing with them, especially their lives, will be much higher than that of other politicians.

At the urging of the two, Mussolini got into the car, with one bodyguard taking the driver's seat and the other sitting next to him.

Unlike other bodyguards, his bodyguards come from the excellent fighters of the "Black Shirts" of the "Fighting Fascist Party". Most of them are veterans and are no strangers to fighting with weapons. But fighting in such a complex situation is not the strong point of the fighters.

The car had just started, and before it could get out, all of a sudden, a dangerous situation happened.

On the corner of the street, a car suddenly turned on its headlights and rushed towards it at a breakneck speed.

"Be careful......

The bodyguard who acted as the driver shouted loudly, and the other had just time to push Mussolini down on the seat.

"Da Da ......"

Intensive submachine gun fire immediately rang out!

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