Sicily, a city located in the middle of the Mediterranean.

Inside a bar somewhere on the island.

"Tell me what makes the task so tricky." Ning Cheng shook the red wine glass in his hand.

Cao Shuang took out a photo from his pocket and pushed it in front of Ning Cheng, saying, "This person's name is Alice, your goal is to get close to her, and you can sacrifice your hue if necessary." ”

Ning Cheng's expression slowly froze, and he glanced at the woman in the photo, who was indeed very standard, with three-dimensional facial features and long golden wavy hair, she could be regarded as a top beauty.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said, "This girl should be the daughter of the Sicilian mafia godfather Byrd, right?" ”

"You know?" Cao Shuang nodded, and then said, "That's right." ”

"That's right, there are ghosts! Old man Bad's old man is the boss of the Sicilian mafia, the godfather of the godfathers, and this is no joke. Ning Cheng said.

"That's why I need your cooperation." Cao Shuang took a sip of the beer in the cup.

Ning Cheng finally knew the meaning of Qin Gang's words, this task was not only difficult, it was even more difficult than ascending to the sky.

You know, Sicily is the origin of the mafia, and Bird is the leader of it, let alone his daughter, even if you want to get close to her, you will probably be beaten into a sieve by a pistol!

"Do I have a second option?"

"Yes, you quit the team, and I will get the points this time alone." Cao Shuang said.

"I'll take it." Ning Cheng said dryly.

"Okay, I'll tell you about this mission."

In the next half hour, Ning Cheng listened carefully to Cao Shuang's task.

Beard has a confidential file on the island nation of Yamaguchi-gumi, which has been kept in the possession of his daughter Alice, so getting close to Beard's daughter is the only chance.

"Byd has a private party tonight, inviting all the mafias in Sicily, as well as some high-level business and political circles, you can sneak in and take the opportunity to get his daughter." Cao Shuang said.

"You think it's going to the toilet? Say it! I'm not a stallion. Ning Cheng complained.

"You only have one chance, you have to take it yourself."

"So what do you do?" Ning Cheng then remembered that Cao Shuang didn't seem to have said anything about her.

"I'm in the shadows." Cao Shuang only said these four words and then stopped talking.

Ning Cheng opened his mouth, a faint bitterness rose in his heart, and said, "I feel that I have been calculated. ”

"Delusion." Cao Shuang looked out the window.

......

Night falls.

The whole of Sicily was lively tonight, and almost all the powerful people in Sicily received an invitation from Byrd, who in Sicily could be said to be a good word.

A simple private party shook throughout Sicily, and those who received the invitation to Byrd were very proud, because it was a symbol and a comparison.

By a small river, Ning Cheng was dressed in a suit and sat at the head of the bridge and smoked his last cigarette, there was still an hour before the banquet began, so he still had time.

Cao Shuang didn't know where she had gone, and she hadn't been seen since she left the bar.

Looking at the passers-by walking by the river, Ning Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Brother, do you want red roses?"

A little girl dressed in tatters came over and asked timidly.

"How much?" Ning Cheng asked in Italian.

"A dollar!" The little girl said.

"Give me one." Ning Cheng gave the little girl a dollar, and then picked up a rose casually.

"Thank you, brother." The little girl went away happily.

Ning Cheng looked at the red rose in his hand, and there was some inexplicable strangeness under the illumination of the lamp.

"Probably won't be recognized by Bird and Alice, right? It should have been two years since the calculation of time, and this old boy actually hooked up with the little devil? Ning Cheng let out a deep breath and seemed to recall something.

Shaking his head, Ning Cheng put the rose in his breast pocket and left the river.

Byrd's residence is in the most central and prosperous part of Sicily, where a radius of several kilometers is a private domain belonging to Byrd, and no one dares to say anything, not even the government.

After all, the mafia is deeply ingrained in Sicily's culture, and his influence as Godfather Byrd is simply too great.

"Sir, please show me your invitation." In front of a magnificent gate, Ning Cheng took out his invitation, which was the emblem of a certain family in Sicily.

"Dear Mr. Ning, I wish you a great time." The bodyguard said after checking Ning Cheng's whole body.

Even at the door, there are twenty bodyguards armed with guns, and it is a fool's dream to break in, let alone the level of security inside!

The strength of the Wolf Fang Ultimate Soldier is good, but the arm can never twist the thigh, unless you want to eat bullets.

Ning Cheng even had some doubts about whether Cao Shuang could enter this banquet, he estimated that Cao Shuang was playing somewhere now.

Before the feast had even begun, the large courtyard was filled with long tables covered with roses and white tablecloths topped with sumptuous food.

Most of the guests who come are dressed in formal attire, with a glass of red wine in hand, and they shuttle through the crowd to greet the people they want to befriend.

This private banquet is more like an intersection, and connecting people has always been one of Byrd's methods.

Ning Cheng casually found a corner and sat down, he was holding a plate in his hand, which was full of food, which was incompatible with the image of the gentlemen in front of him, he didn't bother to pretend to be elegant, he was tired.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, this is my place." Ning Cheng was just about to nibble on a chicken leg to satisfy his cravings, but was stopped by a voice.

A young man of short stature said in Italian that he was not fluent in, and his appearance was also Asian, and the kind of turtle and grandson spirit in his bones made Ning Cheng recognize his country, the island country.

"It doesn't seem like this name is yours, shouldn't you be called Kameda Mizo?" Ning Cheng glanced at the chair, on which was written Miyamoto Ichiju, which was the name on it.

"Yaga, what are you talking about?" Miyamoto almost didn't scream, no one had ever dared to insult his name.

Next to him was a local Sicilian mafia, tall and strong in a black suit, who said, "Mr. Miyamoto, leave my territory to me." The man said.

"Then thank you, Mr. Marino, I feel sick at the sight of the man, and if I can, I want him to disappear from this banquet." Miyamoto said.