Some people say that the territory of Italy is the kick that keeps kicking the ball, so Sicilians will definitely protest because Sicily is the kicked ball.
This place has beautiful scenery and an extremely advantageous geographical location. It is a good place for farming and doing business.
But the bad thing is that this place is so superior. Many surrounding countries want to come here to get a share of the pie. Little Xuzhou, which belongs to Western Europe, is a battleground for military strategists.
It was in this land where the Romans came, the Arabs came, and the Arabs came, and the French came, that a group of Sicilian people who were hospitable and loved their families were born.
They lived tenaciously on this land, and when the apparent order failed to work, they established a criminal organization as a family unit: the Mafia.
For a long time, the Sicilian Mafia was the local shadow government, and in many cases was even more useful than the real government.
During World War II, countless mafia families declined, and the only king of Sicily was born amidst the mountains of corpses and blood: the Gattuso family.
To be honest, they are both gangsters, Gattuso and the Sheqi family are far behind each other, but they can't help but get on the big carriage of the secret gang, and the development of the two cannot be compared to the same.
Now that the Gattuso family has completely gone underground, the exploration of dragons seems to attract them more than the power of the human world.
Another most important reason is that as the family continues to marry other mixed races, this group of Italians who originally had black hair have gradually turned into blondes.
Just like it is impossible for Hongmen to find a foreigner as its leader, it is also difficult for a guy with Slavic appearance to become the godfather of the Mafia.
At this time, in the Gattuso Manor in Sicily, the blond Pompeii Gattuso was sitting on the sofa, casually looking at the documents in front of him.
He looked so noble that if Hitler were still alive, he would definitely be named the Aryan Superman.
"Bahamut, Behemoth, the monster in the Bible?"
The document Pompeo has on hand is a piece of information about the god named Bahamut that Mr. Ender worships.
On Earth, the name Bahamut comes from the biblical monster Behemoth, a hippopotamus-like monster created by God.
He feeds on mountains and is a terrifying evil beast. At the same time, he is a mortal enemy of Leviathan, a giant beast in the sea. When the two meet, they will fight.
Bahamut is the variant of the word Behemoth in the Middle East. In the Middle East, Bahamut is a terrifying dragon, closer to a lizard than the hippo image of Behemoth.
For hybrids, all myths point to one thing, and that is the former rulers: the dragon clan.
In other words, Bahamut represents in this world:
"The King of Earth and Mountains..."
Pompeii thought, if his information was correct, this Mr. Ender should be related to the King of Earth and Mountains.
At the same time, in a primary school in Peiping, a little girl sneezed. She shook her head in confusion, as if she was thinking about how she could catch a cold.
"So Caesar, will there be a chance to usurp the power of the Dragon King?"
The Gattuso family was no longer satisfied with their current power, and they reached out to the power of Zhigao.
Since World War II, they have always wanted to break through the final boundary and make a real qualitative change in their lives.
For this opportunity, this group of Italian mafia did not hesitate to treat themselves as stallions, relying on human power to complete the great feat of genetic ascension in the 21st century.
Caesar Gattuso was the most outstanding product of the plan, until Ender suddenly intervened, disrupting the Gattuso family's plan.
But it doesn't matter, these smugglers always have a backup plan B, such as...
"Father, what do you want from me?"
For example, the short-haired boy in front of me looks about fourteen or fifteen years old and has just entered puberty. His blond hair covers one cheek and he looks a bit middle-aged.
"Put your hair aside."
The boy obediently moved his hair away, revealing his eyes hidden behind his bangs. It was a golden dragon pupil that burned uncontrollably.
"Have you taken your medicine?"
"Eat, but nothing."
Pompeii looked at the indifferent boy in front of him, took out a cigar, cut it, lit it and took a puff.
"Then increase the dose."
"Yes, father."
The boy's name was Patsy Gattuso. He was supposed to live a lifetime as Caesar's shadow, but things changed when he was born.
After Caesar was kidnapped that year, the Gattuso family launched a backup plan. Passi, a child with an unstable bloodline, gradually came to the forefront with the family's promotion.
He became the second young master of the Gattuso family, from a shadow to Caesar's younger brother, and became another victim of the plan.
"How is Caesar doing?"
Pompeii asked, perhaps because in front of the younger generation, this man became a little more serious.
"Brother is practicing his marksmanship and is very good at it."
Percy's face was expressionless and his tone had no fluctuation.
He recalled that in the shooting range just now, Caesar blindfolded himself and emptied the bullets in his pistol in a standard posture. Every shot hit the target.
He is the master of the wind, and his mother's voice will tell him the direction of the wind and guide him on the right path.
He has no feelings for his brother. He was not conceived by Gullweger, but a test-tube baby born through technological means. He does not know who his mother is, but he has a mission since he was born.
"I'll give you a mission. Go to Minzhou in China."
Pompeii blew out a smoke ring, and the faint smell of tobacco gradually spread. Passy saluted this man, his nominal father:
"clear."
He is always like this, like a robot performing tasks assigned by others. He is not like a normal person, but he is indeed very suitable as an experimental subject.
Because emotional experiments are prone to problems, Pompeo thought.
So, the day after Ander found the crow, a child came to Minzhou with his bodyguard.
The executives of the Black Prince Group came to the airport in person to greet the young guest from Italy. The man in his fifties smiled humbly in front of a child and respectfully sent him to the car.
As the vehicle drove slowly through the airport, the executive asked cautiously:
"Mr. Passi, how does the Gattuso Group plan to invest?"
Patsy sat solemnly in the back seat, with his hands on his knees, looking very well-behaved.
"Sir, my father plans to build a hotel next to the toll station of Minzhou Highway 1."
The executive was stunned for a moment. Black Prince Group has made a lot of money in the construction field in the past two years and has a good grasp of this aspect.
"That place is too remote, I'm afraid no one will come."
Patsy shook his head, he would only follow his father's orders.
"This is my father's wish. I am only responsible for executing it."
"All right."
The executive turned around and muttered in his heart: