Chapter 384 Two gunshots

"I advise you to give up the idea of ​​going in. There is a person in this building that I can't even see through. I'm not sure if he noticed me, but I suggest you leave as soon as possible."

In the passenger seat of the Aston Martin convertible, the man with his eyes closed said calmly.

Lying on the steering wheel, Pompeii looked quietly at the cathedral not far away under the night sky, where a funeral was held tonight, and lying in the coffin was his brother.

He doesn't like this younger brother because he is stubborn and stupid, and is nothing like him and their damn father.

To be honest, there was a time when Pompeo doubted whether Frost was his biological brother, but his father said that Frost inherited his mother's genes, but Pompeo didn't think so, because his mother was not stupid, she was just stubborn.

Stubborn, as long as she decides on one thing, she will spend her whole life to implement it, just like she decided to marry her dead father and be a good wife.

Frost's stubbornness is reflected in his loyalty to his family.

Pompeii taught Frost many times in public and privately that he should be flexible and not stay married forever just because his first girlfriend died.

Is it a good trick for her to obediently take off her clothes and lie down on the bed?

It’s fine if the little girl takes her seriously, why do you still take her seriously?

If you take another 10,000 steps back, you can't be blocked by yourself!

But this stupid brother not only blocked the door himself, but also welded iron bars on the windows.

"Inciting you to rebel?" The man shook his head decisively and said, "I am not interested in you, I am just curious. I can feel the sadness in your heart, but you still have a playful smile on the surface. You seem to be a strong guy on the inside."

"No, it's a first-generation species I've never seen before." The man whispered, "I can't see his depth. Leave as soon as possible. You don't want to face him."

Pompeii got out of the car without saying a word, went to the trunk of the car, took out a shotgun, and walked into the monastery majestically.

The man who was still sitting in the car heard the deafening sound of the shotgun, but he was thinking in his mind, why did those words bring such a drastic change to Pompeii?

The man was unmoved and said: "I want to know why that phone call made you change your attention and fire two shots."

"Well, I'm just very interested in other people's family affairs, and I go everywhere to inquire about other people's private information."

"Leave it to my son." Pompey stepped on the accelerator and said with squinted eyes, "He must be holding back his anger now. He and Frost have always had a tense relationship, but no matter how tense it is, it is our own family's business, and that gang

What does it have to do with old things?”

"This is no longer gossip..." Pompeo thought for a moment, "You know our family's affairs and are you planning to instigate me?"

"No, so I will only kill one tonight. It is a warning and a catharsis." Pompeii said softly, "When my son is born, they have no way out. They can't deal with me like they dealt with my father.

Because I gave birth to a good son."

"Go, go, go!"

He said that he would devote the rest of his life to the family that gave birth to and raised him, but what happened in the end?

The guy next to him was very strange. He said he had an out-of-character personality, but he could see that he was cold-blooded in his bones. But if he even turned a blind eye to the death of his own brother, then he could no longer be described as cold-blooded.

"You dressed up carefully and went out to buy a white dress, but then you left without even sending a flower?"

"Are you ready for a showdown?"

"I don't know, I didn't tell him." Pompeo said lightly, "If I let him know about this, he will probably hate me for the rest of his life, right?"

"Does your brother know about this?"

The man nodded and said, "You told me some of your family's circumstances before. It sounds like you have a good father."

"Go to the monastery in Rome and meet those old guys."

"Why didn't you tell your brother about the threats from the senators?"

"Mr. Opin is so gossipy?" Pompeo asked without turning around.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's interesting. Death is indeed not terrible. The terrible thing is that our death can't change anything. Does your brother's death change anything?"

Pompeo held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at the screen of his mobile phone.

Pompeii patted his shoulder with relief and said: "It's okay, it's just a split soul. What a big deal. Old O, you have to hold on, you are the hope of our mixed race!"

The man was shocked for the first time: "You actually killed your father? I didn't see it."

"His choice is good, but he shouldn't say it." Pompeo suddenly sighed, "And why should it be exposed? Can't we just burn them all to death while those old guys are sleeping? That's what he is like

You are stubborn and say that you must be honest and upright in your conduct, and you must not pursue evil tricks."

"I can't see through him. That's the crux of the problem." The man said word by word. "I can't even tell whether he is dangerous or not. Even Frisius can't give me this feeling."

"Tell him what to do?" Pompeo asked, "He can't help me on this road. He only needs to devote himself to his family."

This man is not cold-blooded, he is just used to using a mask to disguise his true thoughts, but at that moment something shattered the mask he relied on for a living, and his true face was revealed to the world.

Until they arrived from Milan to a suburb of Rome.

"The prerequisite for killing is that the other party is a human being." Pompeo said sincerely, "Those old guys are not human beings anymore."

The man glanced at him: "Are you ready to kill someone?"

"I take back the first half of my sentence." Pompeo said lightly, "I did not tell him, but he seemed to have discovered it on his own."

He likes to see those rotten people who think they are superior, showing panic and losing their composure when faced with things that are not under their control, as if a false king has pulled down his throne, showing a ridiculous face.

Another gunshot.

"What about the rest of the guys?"

Just then, the cell phone rang, interrupting the man's continued questioning.

The man raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Pompeii was indeed angry enough to break his original plan.

The man glanced sideways at him and said coldly: "Anyone who was smooth-tongued in front of me back then was dragged down to death by me as a traitor."

"And you killed your father?" the man asked.

He slowly took out an aluminum tube, put the cigar inside into his mouth, lit it, and with the cigar smoke curling up, he said, "You just asked me whether Frost knew the truth."

"What a bastard monarch." Pompey rolled his eyes, "Thanks to his uprightness, the senators took action to capture him first, labeling him a traitor, and then put the butcher knife in my hand."

"Hey, Patsy, what's up? If you mean the funeral, I've been mourning Frost across the street."

"I'm not your father, why do you listen to me so much?" the man said lightly, "I'm very curious about your relationship with your brother."

The man nodded to indicate that he understood, and said calmly: "Then I am indeed gossiping. The reason why I was able to instigate many first-generation species, including the four monarchs, to join forces to resist the Black King was because I took advantage of the conflicts between them.

, and this is directly attributed to my clear investigation of their disputes."

"boom!"

"Sir, I just received a text message sent regularly. The sender is Mr. Frost. He asked me to tell you on his behalf that you and I are the only ones within the family who have the ability to maintain the normal operation of the entire Gattuso family.

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"Death is death. Who in this world can avoid death?" Pompeii leaned back on his seat and said lazily, "Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that death is nameless and has no meaning to this world.

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"There is no other way. If we don't kill him, Frost and I won't survive."

Well, God can't open the window this time.

"What's the problem?" Pompeii raised his hand and said, "Love me, protect me, save my mother."

At night, the ancient monastery is located under the ancient trees. The convertible brakes and stops in front of the monastery.

The man narrowed his eyes: "I understand, he discovered something was wrong with the elders, so in order to ensure your status these years, he secretly eliminated all the people who could be in charge of the family. You said that the elders of your family cannot stay for a long time.

Outside the medical clinic, you and the assistant who called you just now are the only ones left, and the elders cannot do without you."

"Well, if you insist, just kill our damn dad with your own hands." Pompeii said softly.

The iron door of the monastery was opened.

The man was slightly surprised and said: "He is an upright monarch."

"Lu Mingfei?" Pompeo frowned, "In your eyes, is that child dangerous?"

"That's what those old guys really planned." Pompeii said in surprise, "You also know about Caesar?"

"Where are you going now?"

The man was surprised to find that Pompeii fell into a long silence.

"Our damn old man is a bit stubborn." Pompeo shrugged, "After he knew the purpose of the senators, he directly refused without any room for relaxation, and even threatened those old guys, if they insisted on using

I, Frost, and even my future sons' lives are the cornerstone of the family's rise, so he will not hesitate to expose the secrets of the Gattuso family to the whole world and stop them."

Based on his knowledge of Pompeii in recent days, it allowed him to temporarily change his plan and cause inexplicable and uncontrollable variables to the originally sound plan. This reason must be strong enough to touch his principles.

"Is it possible that the one inside is the Black King?" Pompeii said lazily, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Pompei, you..."

"Is it because you are incomplete now?" Pompeo probed, "You also said that your current state is very wrong."

Pompeii was silent for a moment and looked towards the main hall not far away: "It's hard to say, I personally think his death is of no value at all, but in terms of the results, my son seems to have grown up a lot because of his death."

"Your brother is dead, and you still have the time to make trouble with me?" the man frowned.

"What does gossip mean?"
To be continued...