Croce fell to the ground, bleeding all over the ground, with a muzzle in his chest and shoulder.

The first shot was fired by Chen Jun, and he never forgot who was the arbiter of this life-and-death game, and on the surface, he controlled the rhythm of the whole situation.

But the outcome of this victory was decided by Croce, in Sicily, he is the one with the most cards compared to Chen Jun and Bazzini, and belongs to the head snake, although he can't suppress them, but he can put them in a predicament.

Of course, he was the first person to kill, followed by Bacini, and then the chips in his hands.

Unfortunately, standing at a distance of 50 meters, his marksmanship was not accurate, and he only hit Croce in the shoulder.

The real shot in the chest was in the deadly atmosphere deliberately created by Chen Jun, and the nervous Bania was fired when he heard the last call and the first shot, and he didn't even see if it was under Croce's order, and his bodyguard took the initiative to fire.

All the bodyguards were stunned, but they didn't expect the leader Croce to be the first to die.

Banja has a long mouth, he is still alive, and it is Croce who fell to the ground, not good, his thoughts flashed, and he reacted immediately, and the hairs on his whole body exploded.

The afterglow of two gunshots reverberated through the manor, almost in the blink of an eye, and the bodyguards' pistols had fired.

Half aimed at Bacini, all fired.

The other half was aimed at Chen Jun, but only three or four bullets were sent out, which was purely a subconscious misfire, and some bodyguards knew very well that the son of the boss Croce was still in the hands of that person.

It's useless, in this tense state of confrontation, everyone seems to be tightening the strings, and a little accident in the outside world may collapse.

"!"

Chen Jun scolded in his heart, he overestimated the quality of this group of rural mafiosa, and he planned to use Neo to negotiate again.

After all, Croce is down, and only Neo can call the shots here.

At the same time, almost the moment he heard the bodyguard's gun, Chen Jun reflexively let go of Neo's body, turned around and stepped on the wall.

The fierce force poured suddenly, exerting its extreme under the sprint of four or five meters, the pace was in contact with the wall, with the help of the surging reaction, Chen Junxuan took off, covered the surface of the wall with one palm, and with the help of the force on his arm, he flipped over the 3-meter-high wall in mid-air.

It's incredibly short, and it's like it's a matter of breathing.

Neo could feel the force behind him loosen his strength, and his heart was suddenly surprised, but the sharp pain in his abdomen and chest followed, and he looked down, a red color, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Seeing that Neo was a bodyguard who died under his own gun, they couldn't help but panic.

But some of the other bodyguards had already fired their guns, because the culprit of all of this was climbing over the wall with a rare super-strong vault-like technique.

Who would have thought that this three-meter-high wall could be easily climbed over by someone.

"Hurry up! Others stay to save people! ”

One of the bodyguard leaders shouted, and many of them came to their senses and ran out in pursuit, but some of them might not come back.

**

Turning over the wall, Chen Jun turned his head and swept around.

The men were still in the manor, and they had to take a detour, but he was the first time in Sicily, and he didn't know where to go.

When he sat in the car before, he had carefully watched the area.

It is part of the Croce mafia's sphere of influence, and the downtown area is exposed and overrun by cars, and there is a small wooded hill near the manor that you can hide.

Chen Jun quickly went through the rough plan in his mind, it was now afternoon, and he could use the darkness of the night to escape from Croce's sphere of influence, and in the dark, he was also sure.

Hiss~

The sharp pain in his arm couldn't help but think about it.

Chen Jun immediately crossed the wire fence of the mountain forest and drilled in, like a tiger like a mountain forest, and disappeared in less than a few seconds.

Entering the mountain forest, Chen Jun had a slight respite.

He glanced at the injury on his left forearm, he had just climbed over the wall and didn't know that he was lucky enough to be hit in the arm by that bodyguard.

The injury was not serious, it did not hit the bone, it just wiped off a small piece of flesh, which did not affect the movement, but it would be very painful when touched.

Passing through the mountains and forests, the environment is very quiet, different from the mountains and forests of the past days, the mountains and forests of Sicily are enough to be described as surprises.

It has a distinctly Mediterranean climate, with melons and fruits in the mountains and forests, shady and deep caves, and ancient ditches interspersed with strange mottled textures that reflect the history of the ancient Roman period.

Chen Jun picked some wild citrus at will to eat, sour and astringent mixed with sweet, fragrant, walked to the higher part of the mountain forest, looked into the distance, the mountain forest is like a translucent emerald necklace dotted on the coast, there are some small black houses scattered in the left front.

He thought about it, walked in the opposite direction, and waited in the mountains and forests until it was almost dark, and just as he wanted to step out, a muttering voice came: "What the hell is this mission, you actually sent us here to search for people, who would go out to such a remote exit?" ”

"We even know what it looks like, how do we find it?" Another leaned against the trunk of a tree to release water, "It is better to collect taxes from some people, that is a good job, but it is not our brother's turn." ”

Chen Jun saw it clearly and understood it, but they were just two mafia members, compared to the mafia of the Corleone family in New York, their quality was not high, and they seemed to be from a bitter background.

After two or three strokes, the two of them fell to the ground easily, he asked, but he didn't get any useful information, and with one more blow from each other, they would wake up tomorrow.

Chen Jun walked out of the small mountain forest in this way, but it was very remote here, and he didn't know where to go, so he walked on the suburban path.

After about an hour, he finally saw a little light and excited cheers in front of him.

He trotted over, and saw thirty or forty adults and ragged children in front of him, leaning against the street lamps on the side of the road, watching the performance of a country circus below, and two tents in the distance.

"Okay, one more!"

The crowd below cheered and cheered, and from time to time they threw small coins or coins over.

Chen Jun stood by and watched as a short, thin, gray-haired middle-aged man performed a magic trick at a table.

He seemed dissatisfied with the money he received, so he performed twice and then stopped, as if the money was not enough for his appearance fee.

There were boos below, and it wasn't long before a car with the lights of many motorcycles pierced the darkness, and a crowd of about a dozen Mafia Guards surrounded the place in a circle.

Seeing this, many people showed disdain.

Chen Jun didn't want to cause more trouble, so he swept the surrounding area, and the people who were all surrounded, he hurriedly walked to the darker storage tent of the circus, and silently observed the situation on the side.

There were only two or three mafiosi armed with pistols and wolf guns [a kind of shotgun and shotgun in Sicily], and without looking at the audience, they took out their pockets, and the middle-aged man who had just performed the trick put the coins he had harvested.

"We have no malicious intentions, we just collect taxes legally!"

The leader of the only pistol pinned to his waist glanced at it, pursed his lips, and pulled out a piece of paper, "Who has ever seen this person?" ”

The middle-aged old man shook his head, and the leader with the gun was obviously dissatisfied, so he walked straight to the lighted tent behind him.

There were people there, Chen Jun saw them half-ringing before they came out, the bearded leader patted his pocket, and there was a sound of coins from it, and the middle-aged man smiled flatteringly, but did not move.

Then the bearded leader walked to the storage tent where Chen Jun was hiding, and he secretly took out his gun, not caring about this group of people, but at night when there are many people, it is easy to cause chaos and stampede, and it is easy to expose his whereabouts when he shoots.

But now it seemed that he had to go, and just as he wanted to lift the tent, one hand pulled him back.

"Sir, there's nothing of value here." The middle-aged man smiled wryly.

The bearded leader ignored it, and opened the door, it was pitch black inside, only the faint candlelight, he took a flashlight, and there was a 14 or 5-year-old child copying a book of poems by the candlelight, and next to it were some haphazard props.

He looked left and right, and saw a human-high cabinet in front of him, and there was nothing of value when he opened it.

In the end, he fell in love with an old saddle, and was coaxed away by the middle-aged man.

After the people left, silence returned to the tent.

The young man with a slight fluff on the corner of his mouth opened the magic cabinet, and in the compartment, Chen Jun calmly held the gun, and when he saw that it was him, he put it down again.

"What's your name and why are you helping me?"

"Ivan."

"My help is not free, you need to give me money."

The young man stretched out his hand in a daze, he could see the rough calluses on the surface of his hand, he didn't seem to have any scruples that he was also holding a gun, Chen Jun only thought it was funny.