Ronan's strong move shocked Diapolo away, and Porunarev finally gained some relaxation for a while.

"Do you want to relax in Venice?" Ronan asked. "Go to the waterway there, go to the Rialto Bridge, go to Piazza San Marco, the Cathedral and the Bridge of Sighs."

Porunarev shook his head: "No, if you have that kind of kung fu, I would rather investigate the nest of the enthusiastic organization. Ronan, you don't know what I saw, heard and felt. Although I am a Frenchman, I really want to save the people here. If you want to save them, you must remove the biggest cancer in this country - the enthusiastic organization."

"Why, after an Italian saved France, the French now want to save Italy?"

"First, I must declare seriously that Corsica is the sacred and inviolable territory of our France, Napoleon is a Frenchman, and secondly, I do not have the ability to compare with Emperor Napoleon I, and in the end I do not have the confidence to save here..."

Bobo said here, paused, and said, "I just feel that some things must be done. Whether it is French, Italian, or Chinese like you, no one should remain silent in the face of such sins. Ronan, if I can't save this place, then at least I can serve as an example to inspire everyone. This is my enlightenment."

Papa! Ronan couldn't help but applaud Bobo and expressed his praise to Bobo in Italian: "Dimoltobene!"

"Hahahaha, it's not really great. I still have a lot to do on this road!"

Ronan asked Bobo to sit on the surviving chair, then patted Bobo's shoulder and asked, "Now, tell me what you have seen since you came to this country."

"Me?" Bobo's face also had a sense of fear and trance in his memory, "I saw hell, Ronan, have you ever seen a drug addict?

They were normal people at the beginning, just because they smoked a cigarette handed over by someone else in the bar, or because they were treated to a glass of wine, or even secretly put drugs in the glass they ordered, and then they became addicted to drugs.

At this time, they tried their best to maintain their normal appearance and live a normal life, but Ronan, that was too difficult, it was really too difficult..."

Bobo slowly told his experience after coming to this country. Through Bobo's continuous visits, he gradually discovered that drugs had spread in major cities and even small and medium-sized towns in this country. It stole men's physical strength, women's youth, and people's health and money.

If there is anything in this world that is absolutely harmful but not beneficial, drugs are among the best. They will give people a dream, but they will turn reality into a nightmare. After taking away everything it can take away, they will throw people into a stinky ditch and rot. This is drugs.

When Porunarev mentioned this thing, his voice trembled: "I know a child who had just been in middle school and was thrown into drugs during a bar tour. At first, the stupid child didn't notice it at all. He hadn't even been drunk before that. That was just that, he was dizzy, and he said that he seemed to have seen heaven.

Then after waking up, he had no appetite, was in a state of discomfort, and was not energetic for a week... He had looked for the reason, but he couldn't find it..."

Bobo said gritting his teeth: "It was not until he returned to the bar again, where the gangsters invited him to have a drink, and then he realized that feeling again, and then he understood what he did.

The silly child wanted to resist, but no one told him. Later, he didn't hold on and ran to the bar again. The gangsters were very happy and chattered and sold their products to him. It was of high purity and no additions, which was very helpful in boosting their spirits.

Next, he spent almost all his money on buying that thing. For it, he even stopped eating or even skipped classes to do odd jobs, but it still couldn't make up for his gradually enormous drug addiction. In the end, he had no money to buy it and could only ask those gangsters for nothing.

The gangsters gave him a "decent" job. They got the child drunk and let him take drugs happily, and then took him out for a trip until midnight, telling him that he was already his own person.

The child said that he was like having a beautiful dream. When he woke up the next day, he appeared in a strange room, with the powder everywhere around him, and another "guest" in the house price had a hole in his head, and he sat quietly on the sofa, bleeding all over the floor.

In the end, he became a short-lived celebrity, made the front pages of newspapers, and was sent to a teenager prison, knowing that he was still in it."

"This... is completely a tragedy..." Ronan shook his head and sighed.

Ronan has never met a drug addict, because he once lived in a country with strict drug control and very successful results. After traveling through time, he had no chance to encounter such things. He only learned about this from Porunarev until today.

"I think I can partially understand your mood. My country once had an era of very drug-prone era, which had a great impact and led to a serious disaster. So Bobo, you are very correct, and I really admire you."

"No, I feel very frightened, very regretful, sorry..." Porunarev looked at his hand and said, "Do you know, I really know that child, a kind of person who has seen him three times. The first time he helped me, the second time he escaped me, and the third time I met him in prison.

It was awful. His face was full of acne, his mouth was rotten, his body was very thin, his eye sockets were deep, and his eyes were dull, like a broken scarecrow in the wheat field. He looked like a human, but it had already rotten inside.

I could have stopped it, damn it! Why didn’t I notice it?”

Ronan looked at Porunarev and discovered for the first time that this tough French guy was so sensitive and fragile inside. "Look out, Porunarev, what if that teenager could successfully quit drugs?"

"Well, you're right, so I have to work hard!"

“How to say it?”

"I have inquired. Although people who have successfully rehabilitated drugs will not relapse again, because they have experienced the pleasure of taking drugs before, their relapse rate will be very high.

If you want to prevent this, the most important thing is a good environment. Ronan, let’s call all our friends over. We are going to start a war and start a war against a gangster who secretly controls a country!”

Ronan: "I'm very energetic. I was still trying to encourage you!"

"Just kidding, am I the kind of person who needs encouragement? Are you ready? We are going to change a country!"

"Of course, I have more experience in this area than you, but I have another suggestion."

"you say."

"The people who can truly save this country are not you and me, and a powerful civilization with a truly long history does not need a savior from the outside. Porunarev, the first thing we have to do is to correct our mindset and then find the real native powers on this land, so that we can get real redemption here!"

When Borunarev heard this, he felt like drinking a can of ice coke in the summer, and his whole body was trembling, because the point he had not grasped was finally broken by Ronan. At this moment, Bobo felt the clues suddenly and suddenly realized.

"You are right. Italians are also a great and long-standing civilization. You and me should not regard themselves as a savior. A nation needs its own hero. Ronan, you really wake me up!"

The two of them sat in the room where they were utterly talking happily, until the moon rose to the highest point and began to fall, until the stars were hidden behind the dark clouds, and a golden sun appeared on the sea level in the east.

Ronan looked at the sparkling sea and told Porunarev, "I probably know where the hero we are looking for is."

"Where?" Porunarev was a little curious.

"Naples."

"How can you be so sure?" Bobo understood in an instant, "It's your ability to predict! What have you seen?"

"Me? I see the golden spirit shining!"

"Golden spirit? Is a man dressed up as a woman? Or do you run away all the way? Or who peeks at my mother taking a bath?"

Ronan: "You are naughty, Bobo."

"Hahahaha, what's the matter? Mr. Josda is not here this time, what's wrong with teasing?" Bobo touched his head and said with a smile: "But after this, his mood has indeed improved a lot.

So let’s talk about how to work. This is the information of the enthusiastic organization I have collected over the past period of time…”

The enthusiastic organization is a gangster with a structure and a simple structure. Its ruler is the boss Diapolo, who has just appeared. No one has seen him from Lei, nor knows what he looks like. He just knows that there is such a person, and he is mysterious and powerful.

The boss’s subordinates are various cadres, and these cadres are usually one in each region. Only when the former cadres die and retire, will the next cadres be born.

Among all these cadres, two are the core members.

One is the cadre Bericolo, who is loyal, brave and smart. He is the person Diapolo trusts the most and may truly know the identity and appearance of the boss, but he is just an ordinary person and has no ability to awaken his substitute.

The second is the cadre Boer, who is the foundation of the entire organization. His substitute Black Sabbath can perfectly combine with the arrows given by the boss, becoming the threshold for the recruitment of formal members of the enthusiastic organization, and it is also the source of the continuous source of the substitute messengers in the organization.

Most of the other cadres are ordinary gangsters, who are responsible for transporting "cargo" from abroad and then distributing goods. Then they are extracted by cadres from major regions to their younger brothers and cooperative gangster families, and finally sold to ordinary addicts.

Although Italy has been in chaos, the chaos has fallen particularly seriously in recent years. The most important reason is the erosion of enthusiastic organizations for ten years.

The reason why the boss was able to complete such a large project and defend such a huge industry is not just ordinary gang members. If so, he would be just a white glove for Italian politicians, but the boss was not. He relied on violence to hijack the entire Italy.

He relies not only on his own strength, but also on two very important pure stand-alone messengers, personal guards and assassination teams. Their stand-alone and ability are still unknown.

"I'm sorry, there's only so much I can find..."

Ronan: "It's okay, you don't know, I know everything. I want to see when this big-minded boss can hold on to it."
Chapter completed!