Someone stole the underwear of the lady next door...

Who has someone been abused in childhood...

Someone betrayed the family and collected black money, selling the stolen goods for the opponent...

The code for someone to transmit information is to leave a crease of a paper crane on the letter paper and then reopen it...

At first glance, all this mixed information seems to be just a few words, and there is little more practical value than to become a good story written by a novelist.

Just like when it comes to fighting and fighting, people care more about the tragic scenes of flesh and blood, but they forget the source of everything, which is often just a trivial matter...

- How difficult is it to start a world war?

You may be able to submit a ten-page paper on religious contradictions, productivity progress, regional conflicts, hegemonic ambitions, and so on, but if you look at it from another angle, it all starts with an immature nationalist and a revolver.

To put it more realistically, on the island of Scampala, such "coincidences" are being repeated now.

…

"TMD, give Lao Tzu to death!"

The drug lord of the Rhett family killed the lawyer of the Brad family with one shot... Because someone just stuffed a photo of the other party cheating with his wife into his pocket.

This is a normal thing for a man who has a certain social status and is a mafia cadre, but because of the identities of the two different forces, and because the shooting happened at a sensitive time when it was about to erupt, this bloodshed is destined to be unkind.

"Sneak attack from behind! Kill those Rhett crumbs! ”

"Protect Big Brother!"

The gunfire rang out again, and it grew denser, the casualties grew in malicious and unintentional cooperation, and the hatred grew stronger with the smell of blood.

…

In an unknown dark alley, the advance team liaison sent to the island by the Ross family in advance received today's instructions from the abandoned mailbox where information is usually obtained.

However, on the specially encrypted letterhead, there were people who had betrayed the alliance in code words, and ordered them to immediately take revenge on the landers of "Moseniry"!

Although this inexplicable false order was corrected two hours later, before that, the Ross family and the Moseniri family had each produced dozens of victims.

…

In the command center prepared by the Brad family temporarily.

The usually shrewd and capable secretary had a cold face, and an elusive cold light of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

He just stood in front of the head of the family, who was already silent, and watched the other party dying indifferently.

"You can't think of it, do you? I actually found out about the past of the fishing village, and my mother was like this back then, after being ravaged by you, she swallowed her last breath in pain, right? ”

The secretary said, but shook his head again.

"I'm so confused, Godfather, you must not remember that poor woman who is insignificant, otherwise how could you keep me around."

"Don't be resentful, this must be retribution, some kind of destiny in the dark, please go despite the bitterness, only then can my poor mother feel a little relief in the arms of Mother Earth."

As he spoke, he slit the godfather's throat.

Then, the secretary briefly arranged the murder scene, adjusted his mood, and pushed open the door of the office

- His acting skills are so good that the moment he leaves the house, he changes to a frightened and panicked look, and in a tone of forced grief to every family member he meets, how Capenbergi's men brutally killed their beloved godfather.

…

There are many more scenarios like the above, so many that Douglas is not worried at all, and there are occasional cases of failure in these well-planned accidents.

Albert: "Why? If anyone finds out that you're the one behind the scenes..."

"So what?" Douglas paused and added, "Do you think that if there is no evidence, they will not suspect me?" ”

"Then you..."

"I have said many times that even if I have no intention of causing unrest, there is no shortage of reasons for the mafia to attack each other, and since they can unite against Osiris for profit, they can also bite each other like wild dogs."

Douglas played with the cards in his hand flexibly, his face expressionless, his lips turned up very limitedly... There was no pride or pain, and every word that came out of his mouth made people feel the mockery of the world by those in high positions.

"Those bigwigs who are hiding behind the scenes are usually wise, they are weighing the pros and cons, and they are cautious to test over and over again, they may have forgotten that in the scene of blood and fire, human reason is actually not an irrational fanatical opponent at all - under war, no one is spared."

Albert fell silent for Douglas's commentary... Even if analyzed in terms of universal values, he, the thief "Man with a Thousand Faces", who is wanted by more than a dozen kingdoms, is definitely a much more serious offender than the teenager in front of him, but when they stand face to face, Albert has a fear of this young mafia leader from the bottom of his heart.

Not because of the gap in combat effectiveness, and even more so because of that explosive collar around his neck ... What really made the thieves feel intimidated was Douglas's style and mentality.

He is like a demon who came out of a small talking book, and he can easily see into secrets and manipulate people's hearts. When such a person decides to stir up a disturbance, then any part of the entire sea can turn into hell in an instant!

Albert: "Looks like a lot of people are going to die today..."

Douglas: "'Ambition' is a palace built on the misfortune of others, and the more beautiful the blueprint, the greater the sacrifice, the difference is only in who writes the history and whether the means are high. ”

"You're such a horrible person."

"No, terrible people are on their way..."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the warehouse, which had been guarded all night, was breached by overwhelming fire.

On the scanty island of Scampala, the Capone gang finally made a move before the rest of the clan descended into complete chaos.

Originally, they planned to stand by in place, but they were also involved in the torrent of war, and in desperation, they had no choice but to end up.

Capenbergi, with a cigar in his mouth, stood there, his eyes reflecting the figure of a teenager.

Capenbecki: "It's time to show up, little ghost... I made such a big move, and in gratitude, I will help you prepare a gorgeous funeral. ”

"I said earlier that no one is immune, so about your arrival..."

As he spoke, Douglas threw out the cards in his hand!

"I'm prepared!"