Sicily's beautiful coastline, lemon sunlight peeks in through the white villa windows, hitting the room, pulling two long shadows.

"Are you going back?"

Marlena looked at him quietly, her expression surprisingly calm, and said softly.

"Yes, I need me over there." Chen Jun reached out and felt the silky skin, she didn't resist, and suddenly hugged her in her arms, "Go back with me, okay?" I'm here to protect you. ”

"Beauty||I'm completely unfamiliar with the country, and I don't know what's going to be over there, and my father is still here, and I ......"

Chen Jun heard her potential refusal, gagged her at once, and picked her up in exclamation.

"William, what are you doing?"

...... for a long time, the waves were turbulent until the still water was deep, and this time Marlena completely bloomed like a rose.

"Do you want to stay here?"

Chen Jun looked at her curiously, and the scorching light in her eyes made her speechless anymore.

"Come there with me, and everything for you will start life anew."

"Hmm."

Marlena's crisp voice rang out in the room....

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These days, under the operation of Luca Blazi, Chen Jun has indeed seen the energy of the Corleone family, and even the influence of the godfather in the local US military in Sicily.

It's just that an unexpected thing happened during this period, and Marlena's father died.

He didn't die in Croce. Carlo's hands, on the contrary, were due to the stage accident.

Countless husbands, children, and wives have died in the townspeople, and many of them could not find Malena as a window to vent, so they had to direct their pain at the old man in his 60s.

When she saw the little old man's body, Marlena couldn't cry, her body collapsed in Chen Jun's arms, sobbing silently, he could only comfort him quietly, and then sent someone to bury the old man's body in a good cemetery.

And Croce. Carlo, face to face with the power of many new mafia leaders in Sicily, no matter the territory, there is no advantage in numbers.

His death was to be expected.

On the 14th, a day that the West would consider ominous, a bomb exploded at Croce's estate, and at the same time, two hours later, a gunshot erupted from the estate.

In Sicily, the 65-year-old tycoon committed suicide by swallowing a gun, and at the end of his life, he left a cruel curse on his godfather Vito Corleone.

Step inside Croce's Italian-style palace rooms, full of luxury and splendour.

Luca Brazzi looked at the fat and collapsed body, picked up the letter with the curse written next to him, looked at it twice, and then handed it to Chen Jun.

No matter what the content is, Chen Jun is not interested in watching it, "Burn it." ”

The letter burned to ashes in Lucabrazi's hands, and he looked at the expressionless young man, remembering that he had chased and played with him when he was young, and now in the blink of an eye, William had become so big.

"The Croce descendants have already done it."

Lukka said softly, seeing that he was habitually speechless, he felt that the young man who was about to take charge of the Corleone family had a completely different style from the old godfather.

Tough and ruthless means can make your enemies fearful, but the nature of the sun and rain makes your enemies your friends.

In Luca Blazi's eyes, the godfather is such a person.

The Godfather Vito Corleone was a traditional Sicilian, gentleman, elegant, steady, not easily angry, but with a terrifying majesty, which made people dare not face it, he pursued the law of silence, did not bluff, and did not kill all enemies, but left a glimmer of life.

In the eyes of many vulnerable groups, especially in the eyes of the godfather's poor and poor friends, in the eyes of Sicilians, in the eyes of New Yorkers, he is a protector, any social injustice, oppression and humiliation of others, can be justified by the godfather.

So many people praised him as "Don"

William and Godfather Vito Corleone have a lot of similarities and differences, they think clearly, they have clear goals, and they execute decisively.

In terms of character, he is ordinary, tolerant, modest, steady, and treats the weak with the same love and compassion as a godfather, and even better understands the thoughts and lives of the people at the bottom, but there is a completely different attitude, treating the enemy, William's methods are ruthless and iron-blooded, leaving no trouble.

Luca Blazzi could understand that, after all, his godfather fled from Sicily to the United States when he was a child because of his father's hatred, and when he came to power, he returned to Sicily to massacre the families who killed his father.

"Let's go, let's go back."

Chen Jun turned around and walked out of the room, and Luca took it out and ordered the personnel to pour gasoline everywhere.

As the order fell, the flames that rushed to the sky rose under the sweep of the wind, and Chen Jun walked unhurriedly without looking behind.

In his line of sight, Ivan and Ladd walked out in pain with the dead Dai Lia in their arms, holding a pair of tarot cards tightly in Dai Liya's hands, and they held her, running at a speed that eventually made the tarot cards fall one by one.

The wind is howling, and the tarot cards are dancing all over the sky, like invisible transparent silk threads in the air, and like black butterflies dancing.

Chen Jun remembered that during the month, Dai Liya always liked to whisper in his ear about Ladd's loyalty, she liked to bully him, and Ladd hoped to save money to marry the gypsy girl.

He asked, "Have you ever prophesied your emotions with tarot cards?" ”

"Of course it was prophesied." Dai Liya smiled coquettishly, and made an accentuated stroke between his eyebrows: "But I won't tell you, this is Tarot's secret." ”

Today, in just a few days, Chen Jun has left a faint impression on the few girls he met in Sicily.

Marina stood under the leafy olive trees in the manor, looking curiously at the fluttering tarot cards, one flew towards her, she picked it up from the ground, and opened it:

"It's King!"

Her eyes flashed, and when she raised her head, Chen Jun's figure was no longer in front of her.

Marlena turned to look over, and in front of the gate of the distant manor, he met several men older than her father, who bowed slightly in front of him, and squeezed a wrinkled smile on his face, and he just patted them on the shoulder, said a few words, and then walked off into the distance, out of her sight, and never to be seen again.

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An American military plane took off from Palermo, the capital of Sicily, and it was the safest plane in the world to carry not many passengers.

Chen Jun sat in it, he was a little surprised by Marlena's silence and tranquility.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Jun smiled: "Everything has me." ”

Marlena nodded and said with a smile, "It's okay, maybe I'm not used to the sweet air of the whole United States." ”

Chen Jun clapped his hands, comforted him for some time, and then picked up the documents in the file bag.

The situation of the Corleone family is not good, but it is not bad either, and what matters at the moment is the transfer of power between him and the godfather.

At the same time, it can be expected that when he goes to the Corleone family, he must be questioned by his godfather.

Three days later, the plane arrived in New York.

In the afternoon of the same day, a new, black-lit Kedrak calmly drove into Corleone Manor.

In March 1946, the five New York families learned that the godfather's youngest son, William Corleone, had returned home, and the transition of power between the new king and the old king began.