He shook his head with a wry smile, sighed, threw down the butcher knife that had killed nearly twenty people, hummed a Peking Opera accent that even Tuoba couldn't name, and plunged far into the night of Milan.
After all, I am not a murderous person, but today I made a murderous move.
He didn't know what was right or wrong, he only knew that he had done it!
Just as Tuoba returned to the hotel where he was staying, Xing Tian and Nalan Ganqi followed Mussolini to a luxurious official residence on the outskirts of Milan.
To be precise, this is an office of the Mafia in Milan and a stronghold of the Mussolini family.
What happened today was beyond his expectation, and the result was even more unexpected.
From the day his father dragged him into the Mafia until now, Mussolini asked himself that although he was not a very qualified party member, he had done a lot for the family and the organization in the past few years.
According to his original plan, if he could get through this year safely, he believed that his position within the organization would be promoted again, and his father would also entrust him with the important task of recommending him to the Young Elites of the Italian Mafia League.
However, what happened today completely changed everything.
Because of a woman, he lost everything he originally deserved, and more importantly, he might not even be able to keep his current position.
However, these are not the most fatal things. What really worries him is whether he can still survive!
Today, it was good that the other party let him go, but he also betrayed a large amount of information within the party. This has violated the first article of the Mafia's creed: keep it secret!
As a relatively senior party member, Mussolini knew very well what he would face if he broke the rules and creeds. What's more, this time, in order to survive, he completely shook off everything he knew.
Even though his father is currently one of the party leaders in the country, he believes that if his father knew all this, he would kill him faster than anyone else.
Because he knew very well that compared to his own identity and status, that cold-blooded father didn't care about his son's life or death at all.
After all, I am not the only one!
And the initiators who made him lose everything were that damn woman and that damn man.
He didn't know where these people came from, so he could only trace it all to a name mentioned by the man, Langman!
A man that he hated to the very core!
Mussolini's sudden appearance surprised and surprised everyone in the mansion and his fellow members of the Agree family.
In my impression, Mussolini rarely appeared in this mansion, and he was even more dismissive, or rather contemptuous, of these family members who had low status in the party.
Now, the latter came back with a panicked face and blood-stained clothes, looking very embarrassed.
What happened?
Some of the members who were alerted looked suspicious.
After entering the mansion, Mussolini did not stop and went directly to his room.
Although he doesn't come to this official residence very often, he still knows the three cunning rabbit holes, so he has spent these years in order to avoid possible accidents in the future.
He has prepared backup plans in some official residences across the country and even Europe. If something goes wrong, he can leave at any time.
After entering the room, Mussolini slammed the door, and the servants who followed him were also driven away.
After looking around to see that no one was following, I carefully pushed the wardrobe against the wall open. Once the password door was exposed, I entered a series of numbers.
A small storage compartment with only a laptop screen appeared. There weren't many things in it, but they were the things he had to take with him when he left Italy.
A few passports and documents, a few thick bundles of dollars and euros, a gun, a map of Europe and a wiretapping-resistant phone.
Taking out a large black trench coat from the cupboard, Mussolini first put his passport and documents close to his body, and then put the remaining things into the black trench coat.
After doing all this, Mussolini changed into a pair of smart shoes and loose trousers, then put on a pair of sunglasses, and then hurried downstairs.
The whole process took him more than ten minutes. According to his expectation, even if his father was well-informed, it would be a few hours before he learned what happened today.
Only if the police in Milan reported this matter, might his father's side react.
During this time, he could have fled to France, Austria, or even Africa.
However, it was all in vain.
One second can determine a person's life or death, let alone ten minutes.
Mussolini hurried downstairs from upstairs, still thinking about how to deal with the drug-addled and excited family members who were still awake in the hall, when he suddenly stumbled and stumbled, and a dog ate shit.
He rolled down the stairs and fell directly to the ground. He grimaced in pain. The pistol, passport, and several bundles of dollars and euros in his arms also fell out of his pocket and spilled on the ground.
Mussolini's first reaction was not to cry out in pain, but to stand up and put the things in his arms in a hurry. He was afraid that people in the family would see all this, and then he would really not be able to leave.
But when he just stretched out his hand, he paused again. Within sight, the family members who were supposed to be gathered around the sofa taking drugs were now lying on the ground in a mess. Blood was flowing on the wooden floor, and the stalls near the sofa had been stained red.
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When Mussolini saw this scene, his eyes widened instantly, his pupils shrank, and his body began to tremble.
He seemed to understand something, why he fell just now, because it was a corpse lying across the stairs, and he just ran away without looking at his feet.
"Bata!"
"Bata!"
Several footsteps came over, and each rhythm made Mussolini, who was still half lying on the ground, feel nervous, and his outstretched hand began to tremble.
Slowly looking up, he saw two familiar figures.
Half an hour ago, he watched the two men slaughtering his men. Unexpectedly, half an hour later, they were chasing after him.
And within ten minutes, all the people in the house were killed.
"Looking at your attitude, are you preparing to leave Milan?"
The older one of the two looked at him with a playful look and asked.
The sound was so oppressive, but when it stopped in Mussolini's ears, it was like a reminder. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his whole body was already sweating like rain.
"Your young master has already said that he will be let go." After a long silence, Mussolini had the courage to slowly get up, look at the other party, and said slowly.
