Mario sat upright on the sofa with expressionless face.

Although he is a little older, Mario is definitely a handsome Italian guy. No matter when he is, his outfit is impeccable, but Mario's expression is extremely serious at this moment.

There are eight fully armed people around Mario, no longer wearing suits and holding guns, but they are too low-end. Now the people who protect Mario are wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, with black all over his body and only two eyes exposed. At first glance, he looks professional and has a special force style, which makes people feel safe.

Mario can feel a little relieved only if there is someone to protect him.

Mario was waiting, and he ventured back to his home to see who dared to stretch his claws to him and who dared to come and fight to the death.

Although the battle to the death was completely forced, Mario always avoided this embarrassing question, and he prefers to feel that everything is still in his control.

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

Mario looked at the watch, stared at the watch for dozens of seconds before putting down his hand and continuing to stare at the TV expressionlessly.

Suddenly, Cesare's phone rang.

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

Cesare's eyes suddenly widened and he said in a daze: "Really?"

Mario stared at Cesare, who turned sideways and avoided Mario's direct gaze. Doing so is very rude to his boss, but he cannot face his boss's gaze.

Finally, Cesare put down the phone and said in a very faint voice: "Sophia has found it."

"Really? Where is she!"

Mario finally got excited, he stood up and looked at Cesare, who was still sitting on the sofa.

Cesare stood up, dared not look directly at Mario, and whispered: "Where did someone put her at the door of the TV station?"

Looking at Cesare's appearance and listening to Cesare's tone, Mario changed his face in an instant. He slowly leaned back and then fell on the sofa.

Cesare lowered his head and remained silent.

Mario also lowered her head, crossed her fingers, clasped her hands tightly, placed them in front of her mouth, blew her breath into her palm, and whispered: "She is dead."

Cesare nodded and whispered: "Yes."

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

Cesare hesitated for a moment. It was difficult for him to say what he wanted to say. He was thinking about how to tell him what was going on in the gentlest and least exciting tone of Mario. But after thinking about it, he couldn't find any words that could be said.

After all, no matter how tactful it is, the facts are still as cruel.

Looking at Cesare who had been hesitating, Mario's face became even more ugly. He reached out and tried to get the red wine that Cesare had taken. After filling it all in one sip, he whispered: "Tell me, what happened."

Cesare squeezed his hands hard and whispered: "They sent back Sophia's, uh, part of it, are you okay?"

Mario seemed to be twenty years older in an instant.

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

Mario will ask the same question every day these days. If something big happens, such as if an important member of the Cicero family dies, Mario will repeat the same question dozens or hundreds of times, so Cesare will not answer this question now 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 dares to be enemies with the Cicero family, and only God knows why Ivan will retaliate like crazy for a mercenary. There is no answer to this question at all, only the result that has become a reality.

After another dead silence, Cesare whispered: "Are you okay? I suggest you go to bed and take a break."

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

Cesare poured a glass of whiskey, Mario drank it all, then after coughing violently, pointing at the empty wine glass and signaling to pour it on, whispering: "Do you think they will come?"

"It should...not."

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

The same problem comes again.

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

Cesare said with difficulty: "Sofia, she, is the secret funeral?"

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

Cesare stretched his neckline with difficulty and pulled his tie so that he would feel his breathing was a little smoother. Then, he whispered: "Not suitable, Sofia, Sofia is just back, part of it."

It was difficult, but after finally saying part of the word, Cesare picked up the cup and poured himself a big mouthful of whiskey. No matter what, he finally told the truth.

Cesare was relaxed, but Mario was petrified. After a long time, Mario picked up the 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 the call that he could get rid of the dead silence.

After answering the phone, Cesare immediately shouted excitedly: "Really? You're not wrong? Where is it!"

This time, the surprise was joyful, so it was a surprise. Cesare put down the phone, covered the microphone with one hand, and whispered to Mario: "Fatino's cell phone has a signal! I've tracked it down in an abandoned factory outside Rome."

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

"Yes! The phone is turned off, but the signal never moves after it appears, so they should be wherever they are. According to previous analysis, Fatino's mobile phone should have blocked the signal in the car. Only when the trunk is opened will a short signal come out. The approximate location can be determined, but it cannot be precisely located. Later, the signal is lost and it may be thrown away, but now it is not the case. The phone may have been by their side."
Chapter completed!