In the room, Mr. Mayor was diligently wiping the sofa with a towel and mopping the floor.

Take two cigars out of the drawer and place them in front of Russell.

"Mr. Corleone, you may be seated. It's been wiped clean..."

Russell sat down, lit a cigar, and puffed out the smoke and looked at Savartore.

"The killers of the dentist couple and Ottobe have been found."

The mayor of the town froze, stiffened and slowly bent down, "You... The murderer was found. ”

"Yes, all these wanton bandits in Sicily have been killed by me, and I think you should know the leader of this bandit."

"I... I don't know, Mr. Corleone, I have nothing to do with bandits, and I can kneel down and assure you. ”

Russell raised his leg against the knee he was about to fall, frowned, and said, "I didn't say that you colluded with the bandits. Find you, just tell you, we can give the townsfolk an explanation. ”

Hearing this, Savar Torre breathed a sigh of relief, if Russell wanted to button him a hat, it would be a very simple matter, after all, Russell had too many of his handles in his hands.

"Mr. Corleone, who are the leaders of these bandits?"

"Salvardo Giriano, wanted man with a red head, a bounty of two hundred thousand lirah."

Savar Torre was startled, glaring and taking a deep breath.

"Oh my God, Giriano, it's him! You killed Gilliano, and I admire you so much, Mr. Corleone. ”

Russell waved his hand, "Don't rush to compliment, and your performance is too heavy to be distracted." I don't want to talk nonsense with you, now you're going to follow my arrangement, you know? ”

The mayor put away his smile, stood in place solemnly, and nodded: "Yes, I absolutely cooperate and obey you." ”

With the mayor's statement, Russell's next steps were much simpler.

"You go and contact Rand in the Italian military camp and ask him to lead his troops to the canyon eleven kilometers from the town, where I will wait for him."

"Okay."

Savar Torre left the building and went to the barracks to find Rand, the head of the Italian army in the town, and his uncle, who was also a councillor for Sicily.

When Russell opened a cigarette factory, he had dealt with Rand and paid a 20% tax in exchange for Sicilian cigarettes being sold legally in Sicily.

Before leaving last night, Russell did not know the identity of Gilliano's wanted criminal, and regarded him as an ordinary bandit, ready to be sent to the patrol police station to report.

However, after learning Giriano's identity, Russell changed his mind. He can't enjoy such a huge credit alone, a wanted man with a lot of influence in Sicily, and with Russell's background, he has to find a fulcrum.

So he had to divide the cake so that the nephew of the Sicilian councillor could taste the sweetness of the cake.

As long as he tastes the sweet taste once, Russell can guarantee that he will never forget it in his life!

Russell parked the car at the patrol station and directed two soldiers to come and carry the body in the trunk to the mortuary.

These two soldiers were the same two that Russell had asked them to send the documents before.

"Godfather, the body is wrapped in a white cloth, what else do you command?"

Russell looked at them and said, "The corpse is very important, I need you to guard it here, and no one can approach it." ”

"Okay, we'll not leave an inch."

Russell patted the two on the shoulder in encouragement.

Then, drive out of town and head to the canyon ten kilometers away.

After arriving in the canyon, he saw the scene of the bandits.

It was very tragic, the bodies of the bandits were lying on the ground or lying on the ground, and a few were lying on the roofs, all of them had guns at hand, and there were not many bullets left in the guns.

Felisto was quite professional, not only acting like the bandits fighting back, but also emptying the bullets in the bandits' guns.

At first glance, although there are some loopholes, it is harmless at all.

Not long after, three military vehicles arrived, followed by a black sedan.

"Get off! Get out of the car! ”

"Hurry up, don't grind!"

"Assemble!"

There were sixty soldiers, all of them standing in place, guns in their hands, and they were as funny as they were.

Russell dared to assure that few of these soldiers were true Sicilians, and that most of them came from the interior of Italy.

Rand walked over with his oily hair combed and his military uniform behind his back, followed by Mayor Sava Torre.

Both men and the soldiers saw dead bodies in the courtyard and Russell, leaning against the car door and smoking a mint-flavored cigarette.

Seeing his indifferent expression, although Rand was shocked in his heart, his face was full of smiles.

Savar Torre had told Rand that Russell had killed Gillianor and his followers, so Rand had called his best troops here.

Otherwise, Rand would not have personally gone to the battlefield to exchange fire with the bandits, his life was very valuable, and he didn't want to die yet.

"Mr. Corleone, you really surprised me."

Russell glanced at Savar Torre and said to Rand: "What a surprise this is, for the sake of a common goal, it is just a quiet place in Sicily." ”

"Yes, that's our goal. To this end, I sent my best troops to engage the bandits, and killed the wanted men and wiped out the bandits. Not a single one of my men died, and it was a complete victory! Is that right? Mr. Corleone. ”

Russell wanted to laugh when he heard this, Rand was not only a good commander, but also a greedy animal, he didn't realize that swallowing these bandits was enough for him to fill his stomach, but he still wanted Giriano's life, and he was not afraid to die.

"The wanted Giriano has been killed by my own hands, and I think Major Rand saw it with his own eyes."

Rand frowned and glanced at the soldiers behind him, and Savar Torre walked to the side sensibly, smoking and kicking the stones on the ground, having a good time.

"No, no, I should have killed Giliano with my own hands, I should have enjoyed a bounty of 200,000 lire, and the rest of the bandits were killed by my soldiers."

Russell was getting impatient.

Nima's, I'll share the cake with you, not for you to dominate it all.

You must know that the person who made the cake is Russell, and the owner of the cake is also Russell, he didn't speak, who would dare to rob it?

That's why Russell placed Giliano in the Patrol Station in advance, and he had to keep the credit.

But he didn't expect Rand to be so greedy.

Russell stepped forward, took the pistol from under his armpit, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up, the muzzle of which was pressed against Rand's chin.

Russell said expressionlessly: "If you want to die, I can fulfill you." Don't be too greedy, Rand! This is my stuff and I can give it to you, but you can't grab it! Otherwise, your and your uncle's and your family's heads will bloom, understand? Idiot! ”

Rand froze in place, he didn't even understand why it was Savaratore who told him that Russell was going to give him the credit for killing the bandits, why did he change his mind again?