Luciano looked at the pistol that was being pushed over, his pupils suddenly dilated, he realized George's thoughts, and turned his head to look at Benjamin Siegel with a complicated expression.

There are not a hundred or fifty people he has killed with his own hands, and the path of the godfather can be regarded as stained with blood.

But now this terrible young man on the other side obviously wants him to kill his own hair with his own hands.

He, Benjamin Siegel, Meyer Lankis, and the three of them crawled all the way out of the mud of the slums.

Relying on Meyer's ingenuity and Benjamin's ruthlessness, the three of them were able to win in one conflict after another.

In that era when there was no law, they were still hairy boys, in the afterglow of the old era of the Ailan Gang.

Rampage until he ascends to the throne of the godfather.

Luciano slowly picked up the pistol in front of him, he was already numb to the murder.

At this time, the hands that had always been steady had a rare tremble.

Benjamin Siegel was already unconsciously staring at the floor, and his mouth was constantly muttering something so that no one could hear him.

He bled all his life, but he didn't expect that one day he would kill his old friend with his own hands.

Luciano's mind was constantly searching for reasons to support the action, and the bright lights in the room seemed to be unable to dispel the gloom in his heart.

"Click"

It was the sound of a bullet loading, and he raised his gun to the center of Benjamin Seagal's eyebrows.

Looking at his old friend, who had not been able to wake up for a long time, he remembered George's terrifying methods, and thought to himself that maybe this would be the best place for Benjamin.

"Bang"

The gunshot rang out, and Luciano closed his eyes in pain, a tear falling from his socket.

The moment he pulled the trigger, he seemed to see the Manhattan Hotel in 1927.

He entertained Marcellia, the godfather of the mafia at the time, on his way to the toilet. It was Benjamin who came in with the men and killed Massella.

Since then, he has become the first mafia member to appear on the front page of a New York newspaper, and has also established himself as a godfather in one fell swoop.

Luciano gradually opened his eyes, and there was no longer the slightest sadness, and he regained his former composure.

The voice is hoarse.

"Mr. George, are you still satisfied?"

Bang bang bang.

George applauded, worthy of a generation of heroes, and he was not half-distracted when he killed his brother.

He had expected Luciano to ask him for mercy or something.

I didn't expect to hand over the petition so neatly.

At the same time, I was also happy in my heart, after all, it must be happy to be able to accept such a capable person as a subordinate.

As for whether Luciano was genuine or fake, does that matter matter?

"Welcome aboard, Charlie! I think we need to change to a clean environment and talk about our cooperation. ”

After saying that, George walked out of the restaurant without looking back. Armed security guards from the Sanctuary at the entrance rushed in, cleaning up Benjamin's body and the bloodstains from the room.

Las Vegas founder, partner at Killer Inc., godfather of the California Jewish Gang, Benjamin Siegel.

In his delirium, he died in his brother's house.

It became a corpse on the side of the road that no one cared about.

The two of them arrived at a new parlor at this time, and it had to be said that Luciano would indeed enjoy it.

"Charlie wishes us a happy collaboration in the future." George said, holding up the whiskey in his hand.

"I don't know what Mr. George's plans are."

Seeing Luciano returning to normal, he also lost his joking mood. 、

After sorting out his thoughts a little, he said in an unquestionable tone.

"You provide information, I will help you eliminate the other four major families, and in the future, 70% of the profits of the mafia will need to be handed over, and you will be the only godfather." George took a sip of whiskey and continued, "The mafia will not be allowed to sell drugs in the future, of course, I can't control other states now, but I don't want to see it in New York." ”

"Mr. George, most of our profits now come from smuggling, drug trafficking. I'm afraid I can't even afford to raise people like this. Luciano replied with a wry smile.

"As for making money, I'll tell you later, you choose people with good skills in the mafia party and no bad habits, and send them to our holy domain for training!" George said disapprehantly.

He knows that most of the profits of the mafia now come from drug trafficking and smuggling. He has a lot of ways to make money, but now he just doesn't have enough manpower.

Asking Luciano to select people who don't have bad habits and send them to the Sanctuary is equivalent to having a free source of soldiers.

Most of the gangsters are from the slums, and most of them dare to fight, which is the best choice for training as soldiers.

It was now the end of World War II, and Germany was about to surrender in a few years. Smuggling supplies is when you really make a lot of money.

When the time comes, the mafia will have smuggling channels, and the Sanctuary armed forces will provide force protection. It's going to be a great time for yourself.

So George spoke to him and said, "It's not a choice, it's an order. The whitewashing of the mafia industry is imperative. This is Mr. Frank, the head of the Sanctuary Combat Department, and you can contact him first if you have any questions. ”

After talking about introducing Frank, the two greeted each other and knew each other.

"I do as you ask, Mr. George."

When George left the villa, it was already past 5 o'clock in the morning.

Traces of yesterday outside the manor have been cleaned up, and the roads in the wealthy area are still neat.

Luciano stood at the window and watched the slowly departing convoy, and it was then that he was truly relieved.

Tonight's ups and downs in his mood were calm to fear and then admiration.

He had a hunch that he had made the right choice, and at first he was terrified of the boss's inhuman power.

But George's later words made him feel empowered.

What school district housing, entertainment economy, group companies, professional managers operate, although it seems to understand not to understand.

But his keen sense of smell told him that these things seemed to have a better future than traditional gangsters.

Boss George is right, sooner or later, the gang will be annihilated in the dust of history, and even if it develops, it will only end up stealing.

Now the mafia has money, people, and government connections, at least in New York. He Luciano called it a one-handed cover.

The governor of New York, when he sees him, also kisses his left hand and greets his godfather.

It's just that I didn't expect to be in the gang for more than 20 years, but when I reach middle age, I want to get out of the gang industry.

It's a little embarrassing to say, but he has struggled for a long time on this road.

He couldn't imagine how an 18-year-old could have such a unique opinion, and he was still chasing girls' butts on the street when he was 18 years old.

The more I thought about it, the more I was afraid, what kind of person or organization could raise a monster like George!

At the same time, he was secretly glad that such a mysterious and powerful organization would be his biggest backer in the future.

Outside the window, the sky was bright, and Luciano looked through the window at the trees that were bursting with life as spring was approaching.

I drank all the whiskey in my glass in one gulp.

"Siegel, I'll live for you."