The third day after the death of the 'Ndrangheta godfather of Camorra.
More than fifty core members overseas returned to attend the funeral of the former godfather.
The funeral was held in the morning. After the person was hastily buried, everyone went to the burned villa of the deceased for a meeting, as if by appointment.
A meeting was held to discuss candidates for the next godfather.
The main candidates are the two adopted sons of the former godfather.
The two adopted sons each have different people's support, and their strengths are equally divided.
As a result, we had a serious quarrel, with faces red and thick necks, and swearing.
At this time, someone suggested that of the two candidates, whoever can avenge the previous godfather will be the new godfather.
On the back porch of the villa living room, Zhang Jing, disguised as a local, had already planned to leave. He felt that they were a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps, unable to make waves.
As a result, when I heard the word 'revenge', two explosive bombs appeared in my hand.
Remove the tabs and throw them one after another into the noisy abandoned living room.
The people who were quarreling all looked at the falling iron lump, and before they could react, they were all blinded and deafened.
One of the little bosses was smarter and didn't look at it the first time.
Unexpectedly, after the first explosion, there was a second one, which was also blinded.
Zhang Jing appeared holding a pineapple machine gun with a 200-round drum magazine and fired at everything.
Because of its great power, the 20-kilogram light machine gun is as easy to use as a micro punch in Zhang Jing's hands.
He pressed the trigger without letting go, quickly harvesting all the living people, and replenishing those who fell.
After firing once and then throwing out five grenades, Zhang Jing turned around and ran away.
He had just cleared out the backyard with only a few guards left, and there were still a large number of Gray Hand members in the front yard.
"Revenge?" Zhang Jing complained as he ran faster than the black man, "Go get revenge from Satan!"
The explosion lasted for four or five seconds, and Zhang Jing had already reached the outside of the wall, got on his motorcycle and left.
Not afraid of the pursuers who drove over to kill them, they passed a river that entered the sea and rushed into the river together with people and cars.
Don't worry about the money to buy a car at this time, your life comes first. ..
After five days on Cocoli Island, Zhang Jing appeared in Rome on the sixth day, rented a single-family villa in the suburbs, and took out the 500 million Canadian dollars entrusted by Li Xing to be smuggled.
There was no need to meet to hand over the money, the address was sent to Li Xing, and Zhang Jing went straight to the airport.
Itali has beautiful natural scenery, ancient medieval Gothic buildings, many old wineries, and rich food. It is a good place for sightseeing and relaxation.
Zhang Jing was generally satisfied with this trip. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that he didn't meet a girl he was interested in.
The plane flew northwest and landed in less than three hours.
In the airport parking lot, Zhang Jing met Chen Weiwei's father in a second-hand Honda car.
That is Chen Guang who evaporated from the world.
Compared with the last time we met, Chen Guang has lines on his face and neck. He is thinner and his skin is much darker.
"Long time no see." Zhang Jing sat in the passenger seat and greeted Jilaishu, "You look like the protagonist in a movie."
Chen Guang was speechless and didn't know what to say.
"Inject this into the body." Zhang Jing handed Cheng Guang a metal syringe with light blue liquid developed by Blanche. "It can increase your ability to survive in Beikefei."
Chen Guang absolutely trusted Zhang Jing, so he took off the needle protective cover and planned to prick himself.
"It will hurt a lot," Zhang Jing reminded. "If you can't bear it, it's best to find a quiet place."
Chen Guang took off his coat, bit the sleeve of the coat, exposed his arms, and started injecting directly.
Seeing his scalp numb, Zhang Jing took the initiative to get out of the car and wait outside.
Sitting against the front of the car, even though the windows and doors were closed, Zhang Jing could still hear a low roar like a beast coming from the car.
In about ten minutes, the pain in Chen Guang's body passed, and he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.
"Half a year," Zhang Jing stood outside the cab window, "If you can survive the battlefield, then you will be able to
Go to West Africa and avenge your wife. "
Chen Guang lowered his head. He now has goals, motivation, and support, all driven by motivation and fighting spirit.
With nothing else to do, Zhang Jing planned to leave. He walked out for a few steps and returned to Chen Guang's car.
Call Sissy.
Sissy and her mother, Poe, were having breakfast with their five children and were naturally happy to receive a call from their boyfriend.
After a brief chat, Zhang Jing asked Xixi to take a video of Chen Weiwei.
Hearing the content of Zhang Jing's call, Chen Guang's heart throbbed with a desire for revenge.
After hanging up the phone, Xixi quickly took a video, which showed Chen Weiwei and four children happily having breakfast together.
A man never sheds tears easily. When he saw his daughter, Chen Guang had tears welling up in his eyes.
"You can regret it at any time," Zhang Jingbu said cruelly, "go home and reunite with your daughter."
Chen Guang held the steering wheel with both hands and said nothing.
Zhang Jing understood that he insisted on going to West Africa and left on his own initiative.
Without leaving the airport, we flew to Xiangjiang, went to the basement of the Silver Mine Bay Museum, and took out 46 chimes.
The photo was sent to Xu Zehong. Zhang Jing felt it was real, and experts had seen it in detail.
You didn't have to wait long, Xu Zehong immediately responded to the message.
The thing is real, a precious cultural relic from the Warring States Period that disappeared from Dongguang in 1947. Similar chimes are not allowed to be exhibited abroad in District D.
Its importance is no less than that of the Bronze Divine Dragon.
Putting down his mobile phone, Zhang Jing didn't feel surprised. There was only one bronze dragon and as many as 46 chimes.
The bell frame is 6 meters long and 2.4 meters high. The largest bell is about 1.2 meters high and weighs about 180 kilograms.
The body of the bell is exquisitely shaped and the surface craftsmanship is complex and beautiful. It should be no worse than the bronze divine dragon.
The question now is, can it be displayed openly?
The answer is no, no.
Although the possibility of retaliation is low, this is a fact in Sicily and many people know it.
There is a high probability that Yidaili Yamen will come to cause trouble and file a lawsuit, and they may be forced to hand it over.
It seems ridiculous, but this is the reality.
In this way, it, like the eleven artifacts from the Mayan period and treasures from the Civil War, can only be kept in the basement for the time being.
You cannot copy the process of cleaning the Bronze Dragon.
The container fell into the water and was picked up by the fishermen. The fishermen sold the items to a, a to b, and b to Wen Li.
It seems okay, but for some people, just suspicion can lead to conviction, no matter how you clean up in the middle.
To be able to display the Bronze Divine Dragon openly, Wen Li put in a lot of effort and relationships behind the scenes.
It is not replicable because it can only be placed in the basement for the time being.
Don’t worry about antiques eating dust, they will happily spend every day in a room with the right temperature, right humidity, and right oxygen content.
What made Zhang Jing happy and excited was that he picked up a small target cash of 11 meters when he went out this time.
There is no need to give it to Ding Jiaqi, this is private money, keep it for yourself and spend it slowly.
As for Sicily, I definitely want to go there. If you don’t pick up this kind of money, you will be sorry that the gods and Buddhas in the sky will eat and eat, and you will have a golden finger in vain.
Next, Zhang Jing plans to go to Western Xinjiang. The number of snow leopards is growing rapidly, so it is necessary to take a look. Maybe it is related to the third form.
"The third update is here, thank you for your support."
