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Although he was a little older, Mario was definitely an Italian guy. Whenever he was dressed, his dress was impeccable, but Mario’s expression at the moment was extremely serious.
There are eight fully armed people around Mario. They are no longer gangsters wearing guns and guns. It’s too low-end. Now the person who protects Mario is wearing a bullet-proof vest with a helmet, and the body is black. Two eyes, at first glance, is a professional, and there are special forces, which makes people feel safe.
Only when someone is protected, Mario can feel a little peace of mind.
Mario is waiting, he ventures back to his home, just to see who dares to stick his claws, who dares to come to him to fight.
Although the death battle is completely forced, Mario always avoids this embarrassing problem, and he prefers to think that everything is still in his own hands.
Cesare sat across from Mario, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, but his red wine had been in his hand since he had sipped it, and he never moved.
Mario looked at the watch and stared at the watch for a few tens of seconds before he let go and continued to stare at the TV with no expression.
Suddenly, Cesare’s phone rang.
Cesare immediately put down the wine glass, instantly connected the phone, and then Shen Sheng: “Hey.”
Cesare’s eyes suddenly widened and he lost his voice: “Really?”
Mario stared at Cesare, and Cesare turned sideways, avoiding Mario’s gaze, which was very rude to his boss, but he couldn’t face his boss’s gaze.
Finally, Cesare put down the phone and said with a very weak voice: “Sophia found it.”
“Really? Where is she!”
Mario finally got up, and he stood up and looked at Cesare, who was still sitting on the couch.
Cesare stood up and dared not look directly at Mario, whispering: “At the door of the TV station, someone put her where.”
Looking at Cesare’s appearance, listening to Cesare’s tone, Mario instantly changed his face again, he slowly leaned back, and then fell down on the sofa.
Cesare lowered his head and said nothing.
Mario also lowered his head, fingers crossed, hands clasped, placed in front of his mouth, sighed at the palm of his hand, whispered: “She is dead.”
Cesare nodded and whispered: “Yes.”
Mario closed her eyes and was weak and said: “Send her home, bring Sofia back, let me see her.”
Cesare hesitated, and what he said was difficult to export. He was thinking about how to use the mildest, least exciting Mario tone to tell him what happened, but he couldn’t find any one when he thought about it. Words that can be said to be exported.
After all, no matter how much you say, the truth is still the same cruel.
Looking at Cesare, who had been hesitating, Mario’s face was even more ugly. He reached out and tried to get Cesare’s red wine. After a full mouthful, he whispered: “Let’s happen. What?”
Cesare squeezed his hand and whispered: “They sent back Sofia, hey, part, are you okay?”
Mario was just twenty years old.
Mario stared at Cesare, shaking his head and whispering: “How dare they, Cesare, how dare they do this?”
The same problem, these days Mario will ask once a day, if something big happens, such as the death of important members of the Cicero family, Mario will repeat the same problem dozens of times hundreds of times, so Cesare is now I don’t answer this question because he knows that Mario is just asking.
There is no answer to this question. Only the result, only God knows why a small Mercenary Group is daring to be an enemy of the Cicero family, and only God knows why Big Ivan will go crazy for a mercenary. This question has no answer at all. Only the result has become a reality.
After a silent silence, Cesare whispered: “You’re fine, I suggest you take a break in bed.”
Mario pointed to the empty cup and whispered: “Give me a glass of wine, spirits.”
Cesare poured a glass of whiskey, Mario drank it, then after a severe coughing a few times, pointing to the empty glass and then pour it again, whispered: “Do you think they will come?”
“probably not.”
Mario had a long sigh of relief, then he whispered: “Cesare, how dare they do this? How dare they.”
The same problem is coming again.
After repeating it again, Mario sighed: “Bring Sophia home, anyway, I want to see her, then, prepare her for a funeral.”
Cesare’s difficult road: “Sophia, she, secret funeral?”
“No, don’t secretly funeral, Sophia likes to be lively, don’t secretly funeral, let her friends and relatives close friends to send her, no chance in the future.”
Cesare struggled loosely loosen the neckline and pulled off the tie, which made him feel a little smoother. Then he whispered: “Not suitable, Sophia, Sophia just came back, part.”
After the hard but finally said a part of the word, Cesare took the cup and gave himself a big sip of whiskey. Anyway, he finally said the facts.
Cesare was relaxed, Mario was petrified by the whole person. After a long time, Mario took the drink and took another drink, but this time he said nothing.
After a long silence, Cesare’s phone finally rang again.
Cesare is so grateful for this call, which can free him from the silence.
After switching on the phone, Cesare immediately excitedly said: “Really? No mistakes? Where?”
This surprise is joy, so it is a surprise, Cesare put down the phone, grabbed the microphone in one hand, and yelled at Mario: “Fardino’s cell phone has a signal! Tracked, in the outskirts of Rome In the abandoned factory.”
Mario’s eyes regained his look, and he sighed: “Can you determine the position this time? The specific location.”
“Can! The phone is turned off, but the signal does not move after it appears, so they should be there. According to the previous analysis, Fatinino’s mobile phone should block the signal in the car, only when the trunk is opened. There is a short signal coming out to determine the approximate location, but it is not possible to pinpoint it. Later, the lost signal may have been thrown away, but now it is not the case, the phone may be around them.”
Mario closed her eyes and thought about it for a while, then opened her eyes again, very determined: “Trap, this is a trap.” (To be continued.)
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