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    Mario sat on the sofa with an expressionless face.

    Although he is a bit older, Mario is definitely a handsome Italian guy. His clothes are impeccable at all times, but Mario's expression at the moment is extremely serious.

    There were eight heavily armed men around Mario. They were no longer gangsters wearing suits and holding guns. That was too low-end. Now the people protecting Mario were wearing body armor and helmets, and they were all in black.  With his two eyes, one can tell that Beier is professional and looks like a special forces soldier, which makes Beier feel safe.

    Only with someone protecting him can Mario feel at ease.

    Mario is waiting. He ventures back to his home just to see who dares to stretch out his claws to him and who dares to come to him for a fight to the death.

    Although the fight to the death is completely forced, Mario always avoids this embarrassing question. He prefers to feel that everything is still under his control.

    Cesare sat opposite Mario, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, but his red wine had been in his hand since he took a sip and had never been touched again.

    Mario looked at his watch. After staring at it for dozens of seconds, he put down his hand and continued to stare at the TV expressionlessly.

    Suddenly, Cesare¡¯s phone rang.

    Cesare immediately put down his wine glass, answered the phone instantly, and said in a deep voice: "Hello."

    Cesare¡¯s eyes suddenly widened and he lost his voice: ¡°Really?¡±

    Mario stared at Cesare, and Cesare turned sideways to avoid Mario's direct gaze. This was very rude to his boss, but he could not face his boss's gaze.

    Finally, Cesare put down the phone and said in a very weak voice: "Sofia has been found."

    "Really? Where is she!"

    Mario finally cheered up. He stood up and looked at Cesare who was still sitting on the sofa.

    Cesare stood up, not daring to look directly at Mario, and whispered: "Someone put her somewhere at the door of the TV station."

    Looking at Cesare's appearance and listening to Cesare's tone, Mario's expression suddenly changed again. He slowly leaned back and then fell down on the sofa.

    Cesare lowered his head and remained silent.

    Mario also lowered his head, crossed his fingers, clasped his hands, put them in front of his mouth, blew into his palms, and whispered: "She is dead."

    Cesare nodded and whispered: "Yes."

    Mario closed his eyes and said feebly: "Send her home, bring Sophia back, and let me see her."

    Cesare hesitated for a moment. It was difficult to say what he wanted to say. He was thinking about how to tell him what happened in the gentlest and least irritating tone to Mario, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find any one.  Words that can be spoken.

    After all, no matter how politely you say it, the truth is still just as cruel.

    Looking at Cesare, who had been hesitating, Mario's face became even more ugly. He stretched out his hand and tried his best to get the red wine that Cesare took a sip of. After drinking it all in one sip, he whispered: "Tell me, it happened."  What."

    Cesare squeezed his hands hard and whispered: "They sent back, uh, part of Sofia. Are you okay?"

    Mario seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant.

    Mario looked at Cesare, shook his head, and whispered: "How dare they, Cesare, how dare they do this?"

    Mario has asked the same question every day these days. If something big happens, such as the death of an important member of the Cicero family, Mario will repeat the same question dozens or hundreds of times, so Cesare is now  He didn't even answer the question because he knew Mario was just asking.

    There is no answer to this question, only the result. Only God knows why a small mercenary group dares to be an enemy of the Cicero family, and only God knows why Ivan the Great would take revenge like crazy for a mercenary. This kind of question is fundamentally  There are no answers, only consequences that have become reality.

    After another period of deathly silence, Cesare whispered: "Are you okay? I suggest you go to bed and rest."

    Mario pointed to the empty glass and whispered: "Pour me a glass of wine, strong wine."

    Cesare poured a glass of whiskey, and Mario drank it all in one gulp. Then, after coughing violently a few times, he pointed at the empty wine glass to indicate that he would refill it, and whispered: "Do you think they will come?"

    "Should???No.  "

    Mario took a long breath, and then he whispered: "Cesare, how dare they do this? How dare they."

    The same problem came again.

    After repeating it again, Mario said in a deep voice: "Take Sophia home, no matter what, I want to see her, and then prepare a funeral for her."

    Cesare said with difficulty: "Sofia, is she going to have a secret funeral?"

    "No, don't have a secret funeral. Sofia likes to be lively. Don't have a secret funeral. Let her relatives and friends come to see her off. There will be no chance in the future."

    Cesare loosened his collar with difficulty and pulled away his tie, which would make him feel breathing a little easier. Then, he whispered: "It's not appropriate, Sofia. Sofia is only back, partially."

    It was difficult but after finally saying part of the word, Cesare picked up the cup and took a big sip of whiskey for himself. Anyway, he finally told the truth.

    Cesare relaxed, but Mario was petrified. After a long time, Mario picked up the wine glass and took another sip, but this time he didn't say anything.

    After a long silence, Cesare's phone finally rang again.

    Cesare was so grateful for this call, which could break him out of the dead silence.

    After answering the call, Cesare immediately shouted excitedly: "Really? That's not wrong, right? Where is it!"

    The surprise this time was joyful, so it was considered a surprise. Cesare put down the phone, covered the receiver with one hand, and said urgently to Mario: "Fattino's mobile phone has a signal! It's been tracked, and it's on the outskirts of Rome.  In an abandoned factory."

    Mario's eyes regained their vitality, and he said in a deep voice: "Can you confirm the location this time? The specific location."

    "Yes! The phone was turned off, but it never moved after the signal appeared, so they should be there. According to the previous analysis, Fatino's mobile phone should have blocked the signal in the car, and it would only work when the trunk was opened.  There was a brief signal, and the approximate location could be determined, but the precise location could not be determined. Later, when the signal was lost, it may have been thrown away, but now it seems that is not the case, the mobile phone may have been with them all the time.¡±

    Mario closed his eyes, thought for a moment, then opened his eyes again, and said very firmly: "Trap, this is a trap." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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