"Mosani!"

The crazy roar lasted for half an hour.

It wasn't until they were almost exhausted that the crazy Italians gradually came back quietly.

"Jin, let them go!"

"Come, follow him!"

Tanavaro strode forward to lead the way.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, the guy walked unsteadily. It felt like he would fall to the ground at any time.

Entered an Italian restaurant. It was very large, but there were not many customers.

The table should be placed in a messy manner, giving people a very rough feeling.

It seems that they have no intention of doing business at all.

That restaurant, can you hide it?

"That's his restaurant!"

“They have the best pasta and pizza in the world!”

"Tomorrow, we are all his most distinguished guests. Come. He will prepare it for us in person."

Tanavaro announced proudly.

Zhang Yong:……

It's over. One hundred dollars wasted.

That guy was so enthusiastic. He probably didn’t want to spend the hundred dollars anymore. How could I have the nerve to ask?

Big loss...

That’s one hundred dollars!

One hundred dollars at that time was already worth a lot.

At least the equivalent of three thousand dollars in later generations to be in.

A meal of macaroni and a pizza for three thousand dollars? Eighteen Michelin stars are not that expensive...

So miserable...

But we can just go east. After all, we have nothing to ask for from others.

Finally, Tanavaro finally came to his senses, "Dear Jin, what's the matter with me coming to see him?"

"He goes to Sicily with a companion. He doesn't want to stay there anymore."

"No problem. His ship will leave tomorrow morning."

"Okay. He'll have him on the boat before tomorrow night. Where is my boat?"

"Wusongkou Pier. The biggest ship. The Taranto."

"The Taranto. He remembered."

"There is a Milano right next to it. I don't want to make a mistake."

"he knows."

Zhang Yong said he remembered it.

He is very familiar with the cities we are seeking in Italy.

What AC Milan, Inter Milan, Naples, Roma, Fiorentina, Juventus, Sampdoria...

He has always supported AC Milan...

Just as he was begging to shut up, something suddenly occurred to him.

There is a red dot cut into the edge of the map.

I took a casual look and found that the target appeared at the end of the street.

He was wearing a long windbreaker, his legs were in his pockets, and he was wearing a peaked cap. It was a standard outfit for his legs. Even a blind person could see that there was something wrong with that guy.

If Zhang Yong makes a mistake in his judgment, he can hide a gun with legs or something like that. Wherever he goes, there is no good thing in being absolutely wrong.

Did he come to assassinate himself?

hehe.

Do something secretly.

Tsotanavaro said: "I won't have much luck tomorrow..."

"What?" Tanavaro said in confusion.

"He knows divination. A gypsy kind of thing. He figured out that I'm going to be in trouble tomorrow."

"What trouble?"

"Have I seen that person? He is coming to trouble me."

"who?"

Tanavaro immediately turned his head and looked over. He saw the man in the trench coat.

His face suddenly turned gloomy. He also noticed that the wrong party seemed to have bad intentions. His legs were in his pockets. Coco was carrying a weapon.

He immediately walked to the door of the shop and started chirping outside.

No need to ask, it must be Italian.

It turned out that there were many Italians rushing out.

Several Italians saw the man in a trench coat and rushed towards him immediately.

The man in the trench coat felt something bad, so he drew his gun consciously. He was indeed armed. He was indeed coming with bad intentions.

However……

"Bah bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Various gunshots were fired.

The surrounding Italians opened fire.

The man in the trench coat fell into a pool of blood in an instant.

The red dot disappears.

Totally dead.

Zhang Yong sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Haha. Come here to kill people? Do you really not know how to write the word "death"?

Do you really think that the Beretta M1934 leg gun has no lethality? There are probably hundreds of those kind of leg guns on that street. The firepower is fierce.

Tan Hong said that Zhang Yong did not dare to fall out there.

There are too many Italians around, and there are also many guns. There are only a dozen of them, and they will definitely fight.

That kind of messy melee will not work even if Yan Shuangying comes.

It just depends on who has more people and who has more guns. It all depends on luck. Whoever has bad luck will die there.

"That damn guy!"

"Take off his skin!"

Tanavaro shouted angrily.

He did not realize at all whether he had been deceived by Zhang Yong.

Now Zhang Yong is almost certain that the bandits who killed him that month were directed at him or wanted to assassinate him.

I don’t know if I am being watched wherever I am.

It seems that there are already many informants of the Yue bandits in the concession. It is very dangerous to act alone.

Keep calm.

The Italians were going to really remove the legs and drag the body away.

How will it be handled?

Zhang Yong didn't know and didn't want to ask.

They occupy the whole street there, so of course there are ways to deal with it.

Maybe it was burned directly without leaving any trace.

"The British must be up to something!"

"What?"
To be continued...