The air at the pier smelled of gasoline, not too pungent, but unpleasant.

The bar was so dilapidated that even the glass of the door was shattered, and when you opened the door and entered, it was full of smoky miasma, cigarette butts and garbage all over the floor.

As soon as Russell walked in, a dozen people in the bar turned their heads to stare at him.

Seeing that he was well-dressed, tall, and handsome, some people made ridicule.

"Eh, young man, this is not for you."

"Pink face, do you want to go home with me for a drink?"

Russell turned a deaf ear and sat calmly on the high chair in front of the bar.

"Beer."

"2 lira."

Russell threw out 10 lira, "Five cups." ”

"No problem."

When the boss went to get the wine, the people in the bar were even more rude to Russell, and the words he said were very ugly.

"Look at his appearance, he should have just been moisturized, oh, his appearance is indeed charming."

"I like this young man, there is something unruly in his eyes."

"Hey, the last unruly man has been blocked in the bullpen by Rezao to eat."

Rezao sat at the table, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and sneered, "That one has no taste, just crying." However, this pink face is very handsome, it is my favorite type, if it is possible that tonight you will see him naked, running in the busiest street of the town, please don't get excited, this is my method of training. ”

Russell couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

He got up and walked over to Rezao, staring at him condescendingly.

Resaao looked disappreciative and continued to tease: "Hey, you should take the initiative to sit on my lap and talk, you are too tall, I am a little inconvenient." ”

The others laughed heartily and leaned back and forth.

Suddenly.

Russell raised his hand to grab Rezao's hair, and two fingers of his other hand reached out and stuck in his eyes.

Suddenly, Rezao screamed in pain and grabbed Russell's arm with both hands.

Russell was expressionless, directly pulled out his eyeballs, threw them on the ground and stepped on them fiercely.

Resao clutched his bloodied eyes and fell to the filthy ground, rolling all over the ground, wailing in pain.

Shocked by the change, the other people in the bar all stood up, staring in amazement at Rezao who was rolling around, and Russell who was standing straight.

They didn't see any expression on Russell's face, only the indifference in his eyes.

What did Rezao do wrong?

He just said a few harsh words, and this young man was so heavy-handed, it was too ruthless.

"Do you know where this is?"

"Young man, you can't get out of this bar today!"

"Boss Nevino, he's making trouble at your bar!"

"What nonsense, arrest him and send him to prison."

Russell indifferently glanced at the boss Nevino in the bar, and the people in front of him who were criticizing him.

Suddenly, he pulled out the Beretta M1932 pistol from his armpit and aimed it directly at the bar owner.

Nevino hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, "It's okay with me!" Broken things, you don't need to lose money. ”

Russell turned his gun on the others.

These men raised their hands in horror and made a gesture of surrender.

"Oh my God, he's got a gun..."

"No, it's none of our business."

"Yes, it's all Rezao who offended you."

"Please stop being angry..."

On the ground, Rezao was still wailing in pain.

Russell had no choice but to be a good man, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he pointed his gun at him twice and fired him.

Two shots, one in the chest and one in the abdomen.

Rezao was no longer moving, blood staining the stained ground.

Everyone in the bar was stunned, none of them expected this young man to dare to shoot.

"You dare to kill?"

"You... Aren't you afraid of being caught in jail? ”

Russell glanced at the boss of Nivino and said to everyone: "I am the new security officer of the town, and I heard from the mayor that this bar is often infested with people who disturb the peace, so I came to see it myself, but I didn't expect to meet it as soon as I entered the door." ”

"In broad daylight, this criminal who disturbed the peace of the world actually spoke disrespectfully and contemptuously to me, a security officer. Do you say, "He deserves to die?" ”

Everyone looked at each other, and when they heard his identity, they didn't dare to move.

What's more, he has a gun in his hand, and he really dares to kill!

Suddenly, Russell raised his gun and pointed it at them and laughed.

"Hahaha, the way you guys look, it's funny. Boss Nevino, you have a gun hidden under the bar, right? So as a security officer, can I kill you first? Convict you of murdering an officer? ”

Nevino hurriedly walked out of the bar, "Mr. Security Officer, I didn't mean that. I apologize to you on behalf of Resao... He is a loner and has no family to support, which is why he is so unscrupulous. But the rest of us have families..."

Russell sat in a high chair and looked at the empty bar.

"Where's the wine?"

Nevino was stunned, "I'm going to prepare it for you." ”

Russell nodded and put away his gun, saying, "I'm indeed the security officer of the town, but I haven't taken office yet." Hahaha, don't be nervous, sit down, let's talk. ”

The crowd remained indifferent.

Russell frowned and said, "I said sit down, didn't you hear?" ”

Suddenly, everyone in the bar sat on their stools, as quiet as a good baby.

Why are they so afraid?

Because Russell is a security officer, and all of them have some dark colors on their bodies, black but not white, which is eternal and unchanging.

And no one doubted that Russell's identity as a security officer was a fake, and in this particularly turbulent time, the security officer was certified by the military, and there was no legal document to impersonate him.

At this point, Nevino brought five beers to the bar.

Russell picked up a glass and took a sip: "Reintroduction, my name is Russell Corleone." ”

As soon as the name was spoken, everyone in the bar looked stunned.

"Your last name is Corleone?"

Russell nodded: "Yes, is there any problem?" ”

"No, no..."

"Now I'm giving you a chance to make money, but the places are limited... See the four beers left on the bar? If you want to work with me, drink it. ”

The crowd looked at each other at first, and then a bearded man in oil-stained overalls very close to the bar got up and grabbed his glass.

"If your real surname is Corleone, I'm willing to follow you."

Corleone is one of the five top families in Sicily, with a history of 100 years, and the whole of Sicily was once ruled by the Corleone family.

During their reign, they were loved by the people because they would help the poor through difficult times and also raise their parentsless children.

He is not stingy with his subordinates and is generous.

If Russell really was a member of the Corleone family, then they would certainly be more than willing to follow, even if it was against Mussolini.

After all, Mussolini would only oppress the people, and for his own blazing ambitions, he would trap countless people and leave them homeless.

What's more, now that Mussolini is busy with war, he simply does not have time to continue to suppress the mafia, and the current environment is much more relaxed than before.

"I do, too!"

“……”

The barkeeper, Nivino, silently drank the wine from his glass and stood quietly in front of Russell.

The four slots filled up quickly.

The slow man regretted it a little, if only he had been closer to Mr. Corleone just now.

Russell glanced at the people in the bar, but then at the four people in front of him.

"Wait under two trees on the outskirts of the city at seven o'clock tonight, and bring the tools for digging the pit."

"Yes!"

After saying that, Russell stood up and faced the people in the bar and warned, "You heard our conversation, I don't want the conversation to leak out, otherwise I will come to the door one by one." Good luck and goodbye. ”

"Goodbye, Mr. Corleone."

“……”

After he left, Nevino looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "Throw Rezao into the sea." ”

"Nevino, are you calling us?"

"This is for Mr. Corleone, don't you want to?"

The others were silent for a moment, and then someone came out and dragged Rezao's body.

After disposing of the blood and corpses in the bar, Nivino led the people to clean up the trash and dirt.

"Mr. Corleone doesn't seem to like the bar environment."

"The top people like to be clean."

Nivino pulled a double-barreled shotgun from under the bar and said, "Our good days are coming..."

"Yes, Mr. Corleone is a security officer, or he has retired from the front, and I assert that he must have received a military medal."

One was skeptical: "But why did Monsieur Corleone help Mussolini in the war?" ”

Nevino said, "No matter why, as long as his surname is Corleone, I'm willing to follow him!" Even if I was arrested in jail or shot, I didn't want to go on with my current life. ”

"Haha, Nivenor, you don't like your current life, let alone us? Our economic conditions are much worse than yours. ”

"Yes, even if I lose my head, I am willing to follow Mr. Corleone, I only hope that he can lead us to improve our lives."

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