On the steps of the entrance to the hospital, Felisto and Mike stared at the police cars coming from the left and right, the two of them were blinded by the headlights, and they could vaguely see two police cars blocking the doorway.

Six police officers got out of the car, and among them, the old sergeant in an overcoat, pointed to Mike and Felisto at the entrance of the hospital and shouted, "Who let you be here?" Didn't hear the order! ”

Felisto frowned and turned to look at Mike.

Mike, on the other hand, waited for the sheriff with his eyes up, and under Russell's reminder, he had almost sorted things out. As Russell said, someone transferred the guards in the hospital to make it easier for the enemy to enter the hospital to make up for the knife.

The old sergeant Mark McLausky in front of him is an accomplice of the enemy!

Who is the enemy? Who else could there be besides the other four families in New York?

"Show me who you are!"

Mark yelled angrily.

He was angry because if the operation was successful, he would be paid $10,000, which was a lot of money for Mark.

Mark began to collect black money when he was a young patrolman, and he had a great appetite, at first he only collected money from hooligans, and then it developed to the point that small traders and hawkers had to pay management fees, and if they didn't hand it over, there would be hooligans to find fault, forcing the petty traders to pay some money to keep them safe.

However, he is very unreliable, even if he pays him a management fee, he will not care if something happens to the vendors, but will extort again, causing the vendors to flee and flee, and the originally bustling streets have become deserted.

After running out of management fees, Mark began to collect black money again, delivering news and selling intelligence to the mafia, earning thousands of dollars at a time.

But no matter how much he swallows money, he still can't withstand the daily expenses of the family, his wife loves beauty very much, and has recently become obsessed with the summer cool clothes of 'Kachi Mansha', his daughter also likes to wear high-end stockings and high-end women's clothes, and his son is about to enter college, and the huge tuition fee is a big expense.

Mark pondered for a long time, and was thinking about how to make money, and the money was sent to the door.

This business is very cost-effective, he only needs to transfer the people in the hospital, and he can easily get 10,000 US dollars.

But he never thought that such a simple thing would be messed up!

The duck flew away, how did he not get angry?

Felisto didn't move, because he had dealt with this Sheriff Mark, and two thousand dollars had been given to him two days ago to help keep an eye on Bruno, the youngest son of the Tartaglia family.

Mike stepped down the stairs and walked over to Mark, glancing at the officers.

"My father was in this hospital, and I never heard orders."

"Who are you?" Mark asked knowingly.

As a sheriff, he must have known members of various New York families, even if he was not involved in mafia activities, he would keep it in mind.

"Mike Corleone."

"Corleone? Heh, you get out of here now! Let your friends leave too, and don't bother us to do things! ”

Mike was stunned when he heard this, he had already reported his surname, but the sheriff was still merciless.

It's obviously bought through!

"After I'm gone, will you rush in and kill my father?"

Mark frowned and stared into his eyes, "What did you do for us?" We are the patrons of the citizens of New York! ”

"The protector of bullshit, a bunch of moths!"

Suddenly, several people on both sides looked at each other, among which John Phillips was the deputy sergeant and Serioni was John's partner assistant, and the two looked at each other, but did not say a word.

"Arrest him! He actually openly insulted the police officers, he was simply looking for death! Send him to the New York Police Department and give him a taste of what a sheep in a barred is! ”

The two officers who were friendly with Mark grabbed Mike's arm.

Mike struggled and yelled, "You are abusing lynching! What federal law did I violate? I'm a taxpayer, you blood-drinking maggots! Bah! ”

A mouthful of sticky phlegm spat into Mark's face, and Mark grimaced and stepped forward.

"Hold him down!"

Immediately, he swung his fist and slammed it into Mike's face.

At this moment, Felisto slowly walked down the steps.

"Mark."

Mark was stunned when he heard this, looked up, and saw that the person in front of him was a little familiar.

"If you receive money, you don't recognize people?"

Mark blinked, "Fez...... Why are you here? ”

Fez is Felisto's common name in the United States.

"I'm not the only one here, my boss is too."

“……”

Mark rolled his eyes and said, "It seems that it was a misunderstanding, since this is the case, then we will go back." ”

Mike stared blankly at this scene from the side, as if something was broken in his heart, as if it was something called the 'American Dream'.

In his imagination, the United States was an extremely democratic and free country, and he had made meritorious contributions to this country, but when he returned to the United States, no one seemed to remember that he had been a hero, and many people dismissed his heroic deeds in the crowd, as if they were outsiders to the war.

He wanted to contribute to the country, but was crushed by this punch......

At this moment, the door of the hospital was suddenly pushed open.

Russell walked out wearing a gentleman's hat, he stared at Mark who was leaving, and said, "Don't leave in a hurry, we should talk." ”

Mark turned around and retracted his steps, looking at Russell with deep eyes, he was younger than he thought, he really couldn't understand how such a young person could be visited by New York guests in a short period of time.

"Lord Corleone, I have no intention of offending ......"

Russell walked down the steps, first at Mike, who had been punched, and then at Deputy Sheriff John and Serioni behind Mark, who nodded at him.

"You know me."

"Yes, your name is known to everyone in New York."

Russell smiled and said, "Then why do you collect black money?" ”

"What?"

Mark was shocked when he heard this, looked at his colleagues on both sides in a panic, and immediately quibbled: "No, you must have misunderstood, I definitely didn't collect money, I am the New York sheriff, a servant of the people!" ”

"Your deputy sheriff will come up with evidence and report you for collecting black money."

“…… John? ”

Deputy Sheriff John walked up to Mark, stared at him with both eyes and said, "Sheriff Mark, the evidence of your receipt of money is in the Commissioner's office." ”

Mark looked at the people around him in a panic, and suddenly felt bad.

It seems to be coming for him.

"You and Solaso are doomed to die, you'll go to prison, you'll be blown up in the backyard, and you'll end up being rations for the wolfdogs."

"You! You fucking fart, you guys! I didn't take any money, so why did you send me to jail? What are your rights? ”

Mark angrily pointed at Russell and shouted.

And John quickly stepped forward to pull out his gun, Mark grabbed John's hand with both hands, glared at him and roared: "John! You eat inside and out, fuck, even if the director asks me to die, he will be buried with me! I haven't lost a penny from him all these years! ”

Felisto coughed lightly, and John looked up to see him wiping his neck.

Immediately exclaimed: "Mark is going to pull out a gun to kill people, hurry up and stop him!" ”

Mark was stunned, "You fart!" I didn't ...... at all."

At this moment, John's sidekick assistant Serioni quickly pulled out the revolver on his waist and fired three shots at Mark on the flank before the other officers could react.

The gunshots were deafening, and the police officers were stunned for a moment, Mark stared at Serioni with wide eyes full of incredulity, and then looked down at the three bullet holes in the flank, which were bleeding out.

"Serioni... You..."

Mark was a little incredulous, because Serioni was usually an inconspicuous person, and he was very low-key in the police station, even if someone deliberately bullied him, he would not say a word.

But he was such an honest man, he very decisively pulled out the gun and pulled the trigger, and gave him three shots.

The projectile pierced his spleen, and his abdomen was already filled with blood, and Mark fell to the ground after standing for a few seconds, his eyes open in the dark night sky, just like the money he collected, his eyes were black, and finally the hole spread out and he couldn't breathe.

Serioni put away his gun and said, "Report to Deputy Sergeant John, the murderer has been killed!" ”

John pretended to be relieved, "Very good! I will personally write a report on this operation, you wait to be praised, everyone else will have a share, and I promise a prize of no less than five hundred dollars! ”

As soon as the other police officers heard that they had their own share, they expressed their stance one after another.

Anyway, Mark is already dead, and if nothing else, it must be John who is on top, and they will be in charge when the time comes!

"Your Excellency Corleone, the interior of our system is badly corrupted, this murderer has been killed, and now we need to rush back to the business as soon as possible."

Russell raised his hand and patted John's shoulder and said, "Good job." ”

"Thank you, Lord Corleone."

"You and Serioni saved my life, and in a few days someone will send condolences and a handwritten thank you letter from me."

John's heart fluttered, which meant that his path to promotion was unimpeded!

Why? Just because Russell has his hands and eyes in New York and enters his eyes, that is his person, whoever has good things in the future has to think about John, otherwise how can he get close to His Excellency Corleone?

If you can't get close, you'll make a lot of money!

"Dear Lord Corleone, I can't repay ......"

Russell said abruptly, "Do what you have to do." ”

"Yes!"

John Phillips also had a deal with Sonny, who belonged to Sonny's inside informant, but Sonny couldn't get him promoted, while Russell could...... Do you still have to choose who to do?

Just as John was about to have Mark's body taken back to the police station, four cars drove in the distance.

After coming to a stop, Klemenza and Tom got out of the car and walked briskly.

Command a group of people who follow him into the hospital to protect Vito Corleone.

These people are similar to Felisto, they are all employees of private detective agencies, people who are legally in possession of firearms.

"Mr. Corleone."

The two first greeted Russell, and then noticed some strange atmosphere at the door, and glanced down to see Mark's body.

"What is this?"

John frowned and said in a deep voice: "Sheriff Mark was bribed by black money, and he was about to assassinate Mr. Russell Corleone just now, but he has been stopped by us. ”

Tom and Clemenza fell silent, and in their worldview, Mark was the kind of person who couldn't be killed.

Killing him means that there is constant trouble coming.

Tom looked at Mike, and Mike shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't do it, so Tom was relieved.

"Mr. Corleone, thank you for coming to visit my godfather."

Russell smiled and said, "Vito is my uncle, and it is right to visit him." Perhaps, you should talk about where you came from. ”

Tom looked around, and Felistto walked up to John and put his arm around his shoulder, identifying himself.

Call-

Suddenly, Tom and Clemenza knew where the strange atmosphere was coming from.

The two looked at Russell at the same time, Tom opened his mouth, and said, "I was kidnapped by Solaso, in a coffee hotel on the outskirts of the city, and he let me go back because he wanted me to persuade Sonny to cooperate with him after he took the throne......"

Mike was fascinated by the fact that he had never felt so powerless before, and that was because Vito protected him well.

"But Soraso didn't expect the godfather to be alive, and I met Klamenza halfway through, and he said it was Mike calling Sonny, saying I was in a suburban coffee hotel."

Mike shook his head and said in a deep voice, "I didn't know you were there. ”

"That ......"

"I told Mike."

Russell looked at Tom's surprised gaze and smiled, "Don't be surprised, I came to New York for Solasso, didn't Uncle Vito tell you?" Otherwise I would have settled in California a long time ago. ”

"Regardless, you saved the godfather's life, and we are so grateful to you," Klemenza said. ”

Russell shook his head and said, "I have heard a lot of words of gratitude, and I hope that we will not become opponents in the future." ”

"Definitely not, I have a lot of respect for you." Kremenza took a stand.

"You have a good relationship with your godfather, and I certainly respect you." Tom said.

Russell turned his head to look at Mike, looked at the fist marks on his face, and said, "You have to heal the wound as soon as possible, otherwise it will leave a scar." ”

"If I could leave a scar, I would carry it for the rest of my life."

In fact, Mike is a very stubborn person, otherwise he would not have joined the army after the Pearl Island incident, despite the opposition of his family.

Russell waved at John, "This is a hospital, not a funeral home, don't pollute the air by taking the body away." ”

"Yes!"

John hurriedly instructed the police to get Mark's body to the car, then said hello to the crowd and left the scene.

"Tom, go back and tell Sonny that tomorrow is Christmas, and I'll invite him to a hot New York feast!"

“…… Good. ”

Russell took Felistto and left in the car.

Only Tom and Cleminza and Mike were left at the entrance of the hospital.

"Mike, let's go in and see the godfather, and you'll come back with us later."

Mike shook his head in a daze: "No, I want to go shopping on the street by myself." ”

"But now ......"

"Mike is not a 'member,' and they won't do anything to him. ”

Mike turned and walked down the dark street, while Tom and Clemenza looked at each other, a little helpless.

"I hope Mike understands the godfather."

Kremenza said: "Looking at the back of his departure, he seems to have understood. ”

"What the hell is Russell going to do?"

Klemenza scratched his head: "You are a military advisor, don't ask me." ”