Late at night, in the south of Italy, in a cheap hotel in a small town.

A man with short silver hair, a pair of black and red eyes, and a calm and steady temperament is quietly contemplating under the fluorescent light of his laptop.

He is the head of the assassination team of the Passion organization, and he is only 26 years old this year.

And the laptop in front of him is rubbing against the innkeeper's free WiFi at the moment, and he is holding an online conference call across the country.

The target of the group chat is the other members of the assassination team, and the group of 6 people Hormagio, Iruso, Meloni, Proschut, Bessie, and Gachu are scattered all over the country because they are helping the organization carry out their missions.

They are scattered all over the country at the moment, each running around in the murder mission assigned by the organization.

That's right, as the name suggests, the assassination team does the dirty work of killing people.

Except for the rookie Bessie, who has just joined the team for less than two months, the rest of the members are killers who make a living by killing, and they are cold-blooded and ruthless murderers.

But unlike ordinary people's impressions, the killer profession is not cool at all in reality.

Far from being as dashing as depicted in the poem "A Thousand Miles Without Staying", Risut and others are enslaved by the Passion organization and live as poor social animals who are squeezed of surplus value by the company.

Yes, they can only get about 20 million lira (about 80,000 yuan) for a single business, and they have to divide it equally among the nine people in the group.

Considering the per capita wage level of Italy as a developed country, the income level of the assassination team as a killer is really similar to that of ordinary office workers.

A stand-in messenger who is unique in ten thousand, doing the dirty work of killing people, but his income is very likely not as good as that of a middle-aged uncle who sells hot dogs at the station gate.

This obviously violates the principle of distribution according to work and is a bottomless exploitation of laborers.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance, and Risut and others have repeatedly asked their superiors for promotions and salary increases.

But the boss's attitude has always been one:

The person who can't work hard is not my brother.

Ordinary companies can also send high-level talents to the society on a regular basis, but the mafia is not a place where you can go if you want to go-

Since they are not brothers, they are naturally enemies.

If you want to be an enemy, you can try.

And the assassination team really tried.

A few weeks ago, Solbe and Gerard, two members of the assassination team, finally began to secretly investigate the identity of their boss after being oppressed.

They try to find a way to defeat the boss through investigation, so as to reap the peculiar idea of hundreds of billions of (lira) profits every year.

And this survey was very productive.

Within two days, the bodies of the two of them were made into human slices, soaked in formalin, embedded in crystal glass, and sent to the residence of Risut and others by the world's most rubbish FedEx.

At the same time, the encounter of the two unlucky ghosts was also used as propaganda and education materials for the love group, and quickly spread into the ears of every member of the organization.

The boss is making an example of the chicken, and the assassination team is the chicken.

After such a toss, they immediately became completely honest.

No one in the assassination team dared to discuss challenging the boss anymore, and no one dared to show their ambition to replace the boss in their hearts.

They held the death of their companions in their hearts and continued to work honestly for the enemies who killed their companions.

Like a pig raised by the head of the technology team, the assassination team is nothing more than the boss's dog.

Until these two days, until tonight, until now...

"Boss Risut!"

"Opportunity, this is a God-given opportunity, boss!"

Gachu's excited growl came from his laptop.

As always, he behaved impulsively:

"That so-called invincible guy is now like a cockroach that has been slapped by slippers and doesn't know where to go."

"And the man who succeeded him... Li Qing, Giorno, Bugarati, the stand-in ability of these guys has long been rumored to be known to everyone! ”

The reason why the boss can become the boss that everyone fears is not only invincible, but more importantly, mysterious.

No one knows who Diablo is, or his stand-in ability, so even if he wants to rebel, he doesn't know the bottom of his heart.

And now, the new boss is Li Qing and his party.

Their details have long been spread throughout the country along with the wanted notice, and no one will be afraid of these young people who have no sense of mystery.

"yes."

Gaqiu's excited speech had just crossed the Internet.

In the group chat, Hormagio, the usually meticulous assassin, couldn't hide the excitement in his voice at the moment:

"The scale of the organization's idiosyncratic intentions is so large, why did this piece of fat let Li Qing, that little-known guy, swallow it in one bite?"

"That's a big business with a net profit of tens of billions of lira a year!"

Through the computer screen, everyone can also imagine Holmagio's wild saliva at the moment:

"As long as we can defeat Li Qing and take over the organization, we will soon become rich."

"You don't need to rub the free WIFI at the airport to surf the Internet, you can go to the restaurant to squat without just ordering milk, you can not let Gaqiu be responsible for refrigeration when it's hot, and the high-power air conditioner that consumes electricity can be turned on casually..."

He said his beautiful imagination, which made his companions' hearts involuntarily move.

And Diablo was very well prepared.

In order to encourage everyone to actively find trouble for Li Qing, he also specially arranged a shocking treasure for the anti-bone boys:

"Even if it's very difficult to take over the organization, there is still the boss's 'legacy'..."

"That bank account contains the cash surplus that the organization has accumulated over the years, and I am afraid that there are hundreds of billions of lira in it!"

"If you can get the money..."

Everyone couldn't help but start the second round of imagination.

Only Bessie, the newcomer who was unconsciously ignored by everyone, finally spoke up tremblingly after a moment of hesitation:

"But..."

"There is already a rumor-refuting announcement of the boss on the intranet."

"The boss says it's fake news from a traitor, like, if we go to Venice now, we're betraying the organization, right?"

"A few weeks ago, Senior Solbe and Senior Gerard had just ..."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the previously heated discussion suddenly stagnated.

Solbe and Gerard, their horrific deaths have become a haunting nightmare in everyone's hearts.

"Shut up!"

Gachu angrily scolded through the computer screen:

"Bessie, you cowardly bastard, you rookie who doesn't even dare to kill anyone."

"The boss is dead!"

"It's dead, it's dead! Idiot, aren't you literate? ”

"Do you want me to crawl along the network cable, grab your stupid hair like a cabbage gang, and teach you to recognize our elegant Italian language word by word!"

In the midst of the scolding, Bessie, a newcomer who had no status, obediently closed her mouth.

However, Proschut, who had been silent, suddenly fell silent.

He is the "master" who is responsible for bringing Bessie to the killer's work, and he usually criticizes and corrects Bessie's endless mistakes many times.

But this time, Prosiut was on Bessie's side in a rare way:

"Bessie is right."

He did not express the enthusiasm of his companions at all, and his voice was as cold and sharp as an ice edge:

"Is that last word really credible?"

"Are you so sure this is an opportunity, not a trap?"

"It's a game where you have to risk your lives, and I want you to calm down when you make a decision."

Prosiut poured a basin of cold water on everyone's heads.

Then, he handed over the decision and the right to speak to the real person in charge of the assassination team, Lisut:

"Boss Risut."

"What the hell do you think?"

Risut didn't speak the whole time, just listened silently.

Now everyone waited in silence for his speech, and he finally moved:

"It's an opportunity."

"Regardless of whether that last word is true or not, yesterday's Napoli turmoil, today's intranet fluctuations and the boss's last words are very direct to illustrate the point:"

"The rule of the boss is taking a hit."

Risut saw through the situation sharply:

In the past, Li Qing killed Napoli head-on, and then there were "nameless rebels spreading rumors on the intranet", which shows that the boss is indeed not as invincible as the legend.

And after the twists and turns and shocks of these two days, even if the boss is still alive, his combat strength must have suffered due to the successive rebels.

"If you want to rebel, now is the best time."

Risut spoke his judgment in a calm tone.

Heroes like Gachu and Holmagio immediately wanted to raise their voices excitedly.

But Risut suddenly changed his words:

"But..."

"No matter who our enemy is, this battle will not be easy."

"If you want to achieve great things, you have to have great enlightenment—"

"Holmagio, Iruso, Meloni, Proschut, Bessie, Gacho."

In a deep voice of great seriousness, Risut pronounced the names of his companions word by word:

"Do you have the consciousness to sacrifice your life for this?"

There was silence, and then...

"Hahahaha!"

The loudspeaker heard the laughter of the crowd:

"No kidding, Boss Risut!"

"Will there be any of us who are afraid of death?!"

"I..."

Bessie, a rookie who had just joined the team for less than two months, muttered something weakly.

The sound of a gnat-like beetle was soon drowned out in a united battle cry:

"To Venice!"