It was this guy who was suppressed to the point where he was like a drowned dog in those years, drifting to shore everywhere. It wasn't until he left the underground arms business that he picked himself up again.
Furthermore, the car belonged to the Bunocher family. Even if he could go to other countries to cause trouble, he would not dare to go against the ancient Italian mafia.
Sicily, damn it! What happened over there?
Weimer rushed back to the house and immediately called the people he left behind in Sicily. His home was in Naples, but most of his property was in Sicily.
I called the phone, but the line was busy.
Alfonso, who was supposed to be next to Gu Chen, rushed in with his cell phone in a panic, "Vimo, Vimo! Kukelida called, he said, he said..."
Alfonso did not dare to say anything he said.
The phone was snatched away by Weimo. In a second, his expression changed. The beast arena was gone!
His four crocodile pools were even blown up, and all the crocodiles were gone!
The woman in the villa was gone, and I don’t know where she went. The two villas were directly knocked down by a tow truck. Anyone who wanted to stop them...all were cleaned up.
In the food processing factory, all the cables and wires were cut, all the machinery was either smashed or damaged, the office was damaged, and the office workers were frightened and fled in all directions.
...His underground drug processing factory is under control!
All the industries in Sicily were gone in just a few hours! All gone!
Damn king, damn Asians!
Weimer knew that he had no way to save everything back to Sicily. Now, all he had left was the batch of arms given to Iraq.
"Contact Yi! Immediately, ask him to bring his people over to trade!" Wei Mo yelled angrily, and the Yi in his mouth was the terrorist who dared to make a decision with the United States.
Their deal has almost been discussed, and they are just waiting for Weimer to nod his approval.
Wei Mo, who still wanted to whet Yi's appetite, now just wants to get outside support immediately.
No one will come here again. Those who have friendship with Wei Mo have all been severely damaged to varying degrees. They can only take care of themselves for the time being, and it is impossible to spare extra energy to help Wei Mo.
"Someone is taking revenge on Wei Mo." Duan Zhaoan, who was already in the slums, stood in a corner and listened quietly after receiving the call from Bertram who was recovering from his injuries, "There is no movement here for the time being, yes, there is nothing.
Any movement."
The sound of a car driving past was heard not far away. Duan Zhaoan pulled off his cheap hooded sports clothes, put on his hat and left.
After entering here, he already saw people with guns walking around the room. Starting from this area and entering the locked area, the people coming and going were obviously different from the poor people at the bottom.
Going further inside, you will need to move at night.
Xie Jingyao and others had already retreated in an orderly manner. By the time Duan Zhaoan returned to the meeting point, everyone was already there.
The six people were sitting in the same inconspicuous van. After he got in, they drove away from the slum area.
"There is only one exit, but this side is close to the coastal cliff, and there is probably a lift rope. My side started from here, and a gunman appeared. I am sure that starting from here is Weimo's place."
"My side..."
While the car is still on the road, the team members have already drawn a map of the terrain by hand while talking. Any trails, exits, special places, suspicious places, and places that require attention and worthy of action are all marked.
