Chapter Four Hundred and Ninetieth: Carrying the Pot
Italy, Sicily, was once a famous Sangui area in history. It was the Italian boot on the map that kicked the ball. Even though it was on the edge of European civilization, it could not mix with the big shots in Rome.
After all, this area was once Byzantine territory.
This place was once famous for the Mafia. Each Mafia was a local overlord, but soon they met a more domineering guy, the Italian dictator Mussolini, who was in power.
China's little-known dictator allowed the Mafia Party to see what the real Mafia was.
Mussolini threw a large number of famous mafia gangsters into prison and made these gangsters contribute their property under torture that was worse than death. This behavior also indirectly caused a large number of Italians to flee to the United States.
As a result, there were Italian restaurants that dominated the U.S. catering industry and Italian gangs that were still strong after the war. It can only be said that time and destiny, a series of coincidences have made Sicilians an alternative cultural symbol in the United States.
Now, it is a famous tourist attraction, with tens of thousands of tourists coming from all over the world to enjoy the different scenery of southern Italy and the commendable food here.
But these have nothing to do with Frost Gattuso sitting in front of the window. His face is pale and he keeps wiping the sweat on his face.
"Damn it, that Pompeii guy, how could he give such an order?" Frost gasped, as if there was a huge boulder on his chest. He had been like this since the news of Ender and Angers' return came.
It’s been a day: “Now I…”
Frost threw the handkerchief on the table, and his mutterings to himself turned into small words. He stood up, his face had regained a bit of rosiness, and he opened the window. The wind blew, which made Frost feel at ease.
Quite a few.
There is an oil painting hanging on the wall of Frost. It is an outstanding businessman ancestor of the Gattuso family. He earned a lot of money for the family by sailing in the Mediterranean.
Looking at the brightly dressed ancestors in the painting, Frost touched his nose and suddenly smiled.
The history of the Gattuso family is not as prominent as they say. There are indeed princesses in the Italian royal family, but it was after the fall of the Savoy dynasty that an uncle of Frost married the princess and gave birth to her.
He gave birth to two less successful children and has long been marginalized in the family.
Like the origins of most mixed-race families, the Gattuso family was neither aristocrats nor mafia at first. They were a group of alchemists who relied on alchemy skills to survive under the charity of the royal family.
To pass on the technology originated from the Dragon Clan.
Until those ancestors who were alchemists in the Frankish dynasty, with the help of the king, found an alchemical creation from the dragon family, which was the secret of the Gattuso family, the "eternal coffin" that can extend human life.
These coffins can keep people in a deep sleep state. There is a special liquid in them. By exchanging blood with this liquid, the people inside the coffins can sleep for thousands of years.
So, naturally, the ancestors of the Gattuso family snatched this treasure. In order to avoid the pursuit of the kingdom, they hid on the small island of Sicily and lived a secluded life.
Generations of family heads have chosen to sleep in coffins, and the reasons are very high-sounding, so that they can use their rich experience to help future generations.
Hehe, a group of skeletons from hundreds of years ago, who have never even seen a computer, are still guiding future generations. It is really laughable.
Frost showed a hint of sneer, thinking that his brother Pompeii would become a zombie in the coffin like all previous family heads, and he felt inexplicably happy.
After arriving in Sicily, the Gattuso family developed quietly, playing tricks on various forces. During World War II, they made a fortune through smuggling. At the same time, due to the secret party's anti-Japanese strategy, Gattuso, an Italian local snake,
His status gradually rose within the secret party, and Gattuso was now a powerful figure within the school board.
But now, this strength has come to an end.
Frost knew that holding a hearing and deposing Angers was nothing but adding insult to injury, but with Angers' return, this step completely turned into a bad move.
Frost knew that if such a big thing happened, he would have to find someone to take the blame, and as the chief steward of the Gattuso family and the person in charge of things, he must be the right person to take the blame, even if he
This order was never given.
He leaned on the balcony with impudence, lit a cigar, and started smoking it in a very shameless manner. There was a bit of insolence in his eyebrows. He was already a dying man, and there was no point in holding it any longer.
Frost has been very tired over the years. The Gattuso family has expanded into a behemoth, and the head of the family, Pompeo, always has to transfer a large amount of funds from the family's funds. Frost, who is more than 40 people,
Both temples are gray, and he looks about sixty.
Standing on the balcony, Frost held a glass of red wine in his left hand and a cigar in his right hand. Under the blue sky of Sicily, he began to indulge in the last pleasure of life. uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com However, when he heard the low-altitude sound in the sky
An airplane flies over.
Dots of white flowers bloomed in the sky. Frost picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He pressed the cigar against the wall and smiled on his face. For the first time, he felt that he was actually lucky.
The guards of the Gattuso family watched the paratroopers landing in the sky with vigilance. Several guards wanted to shoot into the sky, but at some point, the friendly forces behind them had already pointed their guns at the back of their heads.
"Don't move, don't move and nothing will happen." One of the guards said, for no other reason. The marks on the paratroopers above are the half-decayed World Tree of Kassel College, which means that those people are from Kassel.
Execution Department.
The ground was shaking, as if there was some kind of giant beast walking underground. The brick-paved ground suddenly became as soft as water. The guards standing on the ground fell into the pool of bricks without falling, and then the ground returned to the ground again.
Becomes solid, imprisoning the guards in the ground.
When Frost walked out of the door, he saw the elite members of the Gattuso family stuck in a hole like radishes, arranged neatly one by one. This look reminded Frost of what he saw here decades ago.
Things that happened.
"Mr. Ender, congratulations on your return from slaying the dragon." Frost straightened his tie and bowed into the air in front of him. Ender's figure appeared out of nowhere and appeared in front of Frost.
"It seems that there are some smart people in the Gattuso family," Ander smiled: "Let's go then, there is still a school board meeting to be held."
"Wait a moment," Frost pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at his left arm and fired three times. Blood dripped on the ground and splashed with red flowers. Then he weakly raised his head: