The night in Catania today is enchanting, and a full moon hanging in the distance is quiet and charming. Outside the harbor, a cargo ship quietly docked under the cover of night. The dozens of people who had been waiting here for a long time put out the cigarettes in their hands and immediately leaned over after seeing the ship docking.

"Quick, signal."

The leader immediately commanded.

I saw one of them take out a flashlight and shoot three times in a row, and then wave a circle. And the cargo ship also hit three beams of light, waved a circle, and the joint code was matched.

Then the ship's men picked them up and made their way to the hold.

"These are your goods."

A middle-aged man with a scruffy sailboat hat pointed to the long cargo box inside the cargo ship and said to them.

His words immediately caused the person who received the boat to separate the two, and he picked up the crowbar on the side and pried open a cargo box, and a brand-new rifle with butter in it immediately appeared in front of everyone.

"One box is twenty Lebel 1886 rifles, a total of two hundred and fifty boxes. Plus the bullet is a million rounds, over there. ”

As his words fell, the shining bullets were revealed in front of everyone. Several boxes were then opened at random, either guns or ammunition.

"I'm going to call someone to move it."

The leader spoke with satisfaction.

I saw that the people next to him nodded and then walked out of the cabin, and after a while, dozens of people came from the dock, and these people also carried dozens of carriages.

The relocation was carried out in an orderly manner under his command, and boxes of guns and ammunition were loaded onto the wagon.

In just an hour, the cargo in the cabin was emptied, and the leader, after a brief handshake with the people on board, immediately left the dock with a large wagon. It was as if nothing had happened, except for the lack of cargo in the cargo ship.

After the people waiting to pick up the goods had gone away, the middle-aged man with a scruffy sailboat hat returned to his captain's room.

"The goods have been moved?"

In the captain's room, there was still someone, and I saw him sitting here leisurely drinking coffee, looking at the sloppy captain who came in.

"Yes, you can't see the people coming, they have removed all the guns and ammunition."

"I saw it, but I just wanted to ask."

The tone of the reply made the captain feel a little itchy in his hands, but thinking of the identity of the other party, he could only let go.

"Now you can let me go, I have done as you commanded."

It seems that the captain was also forced to do this illegal thing.

However, in the face of the captain's words, the man who was sitting firmly looked at him and shook his head. "Captain Golas, a well-known smuggler, wants to stay out of the way, do you think it's possible? You have just smuggled 5,000 rifles and 1,000,000 rounds of ammunition into the Kingdom of Italy. According to the law, you will be sentenced to death by hanging. ”

Hearing the other party's words, the sloppy Captain Golas was a little anxious. "But this is all what you asked me to do, how can you be so shameless. If I hadn't been caught by you, I wouldn't have done this. ”

"Okay, let's not talk about that, you have to send a batch of arms next, and we will let you go."

As soon as he heard that he was going to deliver a batch of goods, the Captain Golas did not look good. But now people are for the knife (zǔ), and I am for the fish, and some things are involuntarily. Even if he knew that the next step would be more dangerous, he could only continue with his head.

"Say, what's next time?"

Seeing Captain Golas with a resigned face, he immediately replied. "Actually, according to the rules, I can't tell you in advance, but after thinking about it, I'll tell you, next time I will send a cannon."

"Ah......h

Captain Golas with a shocked face, we can put it down first. The caravan of the goods had now arrived at an estate on the outskirts of Catania, where many people were waiting.

"Viscount, the goods have been shipped back."

Among those waiting here, the leader was Viscount Solanas, who had previously held a meeting in Naples.

I saw the viscount walk to one of the carriages and wave his hand, and immediately someone opened the two cargo boxes of the carriage, one long and one short, and the brand-new rifles and bullets contained in them immediately appeared in front of everyone.

"Have you counted?"

Looking at the rifle and bullets in front of him, Viscount Solanas asked casually.

"It has been opened and inspected, the long box is rifles, twenty pieces per box, and the small box is bullets, one thousand rounds per box."

"Very well, move all these weapons and ammunition to the underground warehouse."

With his order, the people in the manor immediately got busy.

Viscount Solanas then looked at the busy scene and said to a middle-aged man beside him. "Ferro, you should see my sincerity, so are you interested in returning to Sicily and taking revenge on the Black Skins who drove you out of here?"

The Filro in Viscount Solanas is the mafia who was chased by the National Socialist SS, and these mafiosi who can't get along in Italy are still attached to this hot land although they have left Italy.

That's why after Viscount Solanas summoned them, a representative would be sent to take a look. After all, this viscount secretly helped in the struggle between the mafia and the black skin, so it is good to find out the situation first.

"Your Excellency, I am not in a position to give an immediate answer to this question, but of course I want to return to Sicily and make those black skins feel our wrath."

Viscount Solanas was not surprised by the answer of the mafia in front of him, the mafia was just an off-the-board move, and whether it could be successful or not would not affect his plan.

So after all the goods were unloaded, Viscount Solanas left the estate. The next day, the butler crept up to Solanas. "Viscount, the French guest is here."

"Ask him to come in."

In a few moments, the butler's French guest arrived.

"Viscount Solanas, have we received our sincerity?"

The French guest was not at all polite, picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Roger, very good."

For such casualness of the guests, Viscount Solanas turned a blind eye. In fact, the viscount is a very good talker, as long as it can make him profitable and useful to him, then he is quite generous.

And this French guest is so casual, naturally because it can bring him benefits.

"By the way, Viscount Solanas, may I ask, when is Your Excellency going to do something?"

Faced with this problem, Viscount Solanas became vigilant. "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the country wants to help you with some more equipment, such as artillery that can attack fortifications."

These words made Viscount Solanas's eyes light up, this is a big killer, and he has no reason to refuse the other party's kindness.

"Send it in a month, just in time we need it."