"Mr. Jin, help! Help!"
"Mr. Jin, help! Help!"
Tanavarro yelled. Zhang Yong almost thought he was possessed by Pavarotti.
So sad. This guy's cigar is too strong. The sound was deafening again.
struggle.
Found useless.
The opponent literally lifted him high.
have no choice……
Praying secretly, don’t fall!
She was beaten to a pulp by Chen Gongshu just yesterday. If you drop it again, it will really fall apart.
Fortunately, after a few minutes, Tanavaro finally put him down.
Zhang Yong breathed a sigh of relief.
Nest grass. Are all Italians so rough? Could it be that he met a fake Italian?
It would be awesome if the Italians were as ferocious on the battlefield. The Führer can also breathe a sigh of relief. There is no need to mobilize so many troops to rescue this pig teammate.
"Mr. Jin..."
"Let's go aside and talk."
"I can't leave."
"Why?"
"I lost."
"you……"
Zhang Yong was speechless.
Are you talking so loudly because you want me to help you pay off your gambling debt?
dream!
I don’t know you very well!
"Mr. Jin, lend me a hundred dollars! I'll pay you back another day!"
"Hundred dollars?"
"Yeah. I just want a hundred dollars. Then I can leave. I'll go back and make you macaroni and pizza myself."
"if only……"
Zhang Yong's eyes opened wide.
One hundred dollars! Brother! Not a hundred lire! Just want it!
Do you know how much one hundred dollars is worth? A bottle of Coke only costs a few cents! Damn, that’s thousands of bottles of Coke!
A brand new Colt M1911 pistol for only $15!
"Jin, help..."
"Help……"
Tanavaro cried pitifully.
He doesn't look like a guy doing underworld business at all. The contrast between before and after is too great.
"All right!"
Zhang Yong reluctantly agreed.
I need help from someone!
Fortunately, one hundred dollars was still available.
He took out a stack of green US dollars, all in denominations of 5 US dollars. Twenty in total.
"Thanks!"
"Thanks!"
Tanavarro took the dollar bills to pay off his gambling debt.
Immediately, everyone cheered enthusiastically. Another person brought a large beer. Everyone drank happily.
Tanavaro doesn’t look like he’s losing money either. That beer is a joy to drink. The cigar is also bright red from smoking. Others also smoked and drank. That scene was so wild.
Zhang Yong:......
Make knitting!
How could it be more exciting than the Italian football team winning the championship?
I really can't understand these Italians.
The goods that cheated the head of state.
It just so happened that the head of state was very affectionate towards them.
It is said that when the head of state visited Italy, he was reluctant to leave. He and Mussolini were closer than brothers.
If you don't know the details, you will definitely feel that their friendship is beyond that of most people.
Later, Mussolini was captured by the guerrillas, and it was the Führer who sent a commando to rescue him. For this pig teammate, the head of state can really be said to be the most benevolent and spare no effort.
"Hoo ho ho!"
"Hoo ho ho!"
Crazy Italians started dancing.
I almost thought they were Brazilians. You can have a samba anytime.
Tanavaro also cheered. It was as if he had not lost a hundred dollars at all, but had won a hundred dollars.
Zhang Yong:......
There's definitely something wrong with this guy's brain.
This group of Italian scammers all have problems. You should still be careful yourself.
"Kim, come here!"
Tanavaro greeted warmly.
Zhang Yong shook his head.
reject.
I do not want it.
Just the smell of your smoke can kill me!
You are all tall, big and thick, what if you crush me?
"Boom!"
Suddenly someone fell to the ground.
I don’t know which guy was drunk and just lay on the ground.
Zhang Yong:......
These drunken Italians!
"Mosani!"
"Mosani!"
Suddenly someone shouted.
Others followed and shouted. The sound is getting louder and louder.
Zhang Yong:? ? ?
Mosani? What's the meaning?
Only later did I react. It seems like Mussolini?
Differences in accent.
It seems that these guys are all supporters of Mussolini.
Regardless of future generations' evaluation of Mussolini, at least at this moment, the vast majority of Italians support this madman.
Even many Italians were still dreaming of regaining the Roman Empire under the stimulation of Mussolini.
Try to remember. History textbooks seem to mention Italy's invasion of Ethiopia. and intervention in the Spanish Civil War. He is also a restless master.
"Mosani!"
"Mosani!"
The crazy roar lasted for half an hour.
It wasn't until they were almost exhausted that the crazy Italians gradually calmed down.
"Kim, let's go!"
"Come, follow me!"
Tanavaro strode forward to lead the way.
Under the stimulation of alcohol, this guy walked unsteadily. It felt like I would fall to the ground at any moment.
Enter an Italian restaurant. The area is huge. But there were no guests.
The tables and chairs are also arranged in a mess. It gives people a very rough feeling.
It seems that they have no intention of doing business at all.
This restaurant may be a cover-up.
"This is my restaurant!"
“We have the best pasta and pizza in the world!”
"Today, you are all my most distinguished guests. Come. I will personally cook for you."
Tanavaro announced proudly.
Zhang Yong:......
Ruined. One hundred dollars is going down the drain.
This guy is so passionate. Most likely he didn’t want to pay back the $100. Why do you have the nerve to speak?
Big loss...
That's one hundred dollars!
One hundred dollars at this time is already worth a lot of money.
At least equivalent to more than three thousand US dollars in later generations.
Three thousand dollars for a meal of pasta and a meal of pizza? Nothing with 18 Michelin stars is so expensive...
So miserable...
But I can only sit down. After all, you are asking for help from others.
With great difficulty, Tanavaro finally came to his senses, "Dear Jin, why did you come to see me?"
"Help me go to Sicily with a companion. He doesn't want to stay here anymore."
"No problem. My ship leaves tonight."
"Okay then. I'll have him on board before tonight. Where is your ship?"
"Wusongkou Pier. The biggest one. Taranto."
"The Taranto. I remember it."
"There is also a Milan next to it. Don't make a mistake."
"I know."
Zhang Yong said he remembered it.
I am very familiar with your major cities in Italy.
What AC Milan, Inter Milan, Napoli, Roma, Fiorentina, Juventus, Sampdoria...
I have always supported AC Milan...
Just as he was about to speak, something suddenly occurred to him.
There is a red dot cut into the edge of the map.
I glanced casually and found that the target appeared at the end of the street.
He was wearing a long trench coat. Put your hands in your pockets. Wearing a peaked cap. Simply a killer standard. Even a blind person can see that there is definitely something wrong with this guy.
Zhang Yong judged that the other party might have a hidden pistol or something. Nothing good will happen coming here.
Did he come to assassinate himself?
hehe.
Do it secretly.
Said to Tanavaro: "You are not very lucky today..."
"What?" Tanavaro didn't understand.
"I know divination. A gypsy kind of thing. I see you're going to be in trouble today."
"What trouble?"
"Did you see that man? He is here to trouble you."
"who?"
Tanavaro immediately turned his head and looked over. Saw the man in the trench coat.
His expression suddenly darkened. He noticed it too. The other party seems to have bad intentions. Put your hands in your pockets. Possibly armed.
He immediately walked to the door of the shop and started chirping outside.
No need to ask, it must be Italian.
As a result, many Italians rushed out immediately.
Several Italians saw the man in a trench coat and immediately rushed towards him.
The man in the trench coat felt bad and subconsciously drew his gun. He was indeed armed. It is true that the comer is not good.
However……
"Bah bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Various shots were fired.
The surrounding Italians opened fire.
The man in the trench coat fell into a pool of blood in an instant.
The red dot disappears.
Totally dead.
Zhang Yong sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth.
hehe. Come here to kill people? I really don’t know how to write the word “death”.
Do you really think the Beretta M1934 pistol has no lethality? There are probably hundreds of these pistols on this street. A sudden burst of firepower.
Frankly speaking, Zhang Yong didn't even dare to fall out here.
There were too many Italians around. There are also many guns. There are only a dozen of them, so they will definitely not be able to defeat them.
This kind of messy melee won't help even if Yan Shuangying comes.
It just depends on who has more people and who has more guns. It also depends on luck. Whoever is unlucky will die here.
"This damn guy!"
"Take off his skin!"
Tanavarro shouted angrily.
He didn't realize at all that he was deceived by Zhang Yong.
Now Zhang Yong is almost certain that this Japanese killer is coming for him. He wanted to assassinate himself.
I didn't know where I was being targeted.
It seems that there are already many informants of the Japanese invaders in the concession. Acting alone is very dangerous.
Calm and calm.
The Italians went up and really picked off the killer. The body was then dragged away.
How will it be handled?
Zhang Yong doesn't know. I didn’t even think about asking.
Others occupy the entire street here, so of course there are ways to deal with it.
Maybe it was burned directly. No trace left.
"It must be the British!"
"What?"
"It must have been sent by the British!"
"Well……"
Zhang Yong stopped talking.
It feels like Tanavaro's mind seems to be a little rushed.
Do you Italians have any conflicts with the British? How could the British think of sending a hitman to kill you?
But it's hard to say.
The concession is not peaceful.
In addition to the disputes between the Chinese, internal disputes among the great powers also occurred one after another.
This Tanavarro, in particular, has a Sicilian background. What is done in the concession is not a serious business. There must be a conflict with the British.
Maybe there are some people in the UK who are doing shady business.
Where did those foreign soils come from? The biggest sellers are the British! India is their colony!
There are also those fleeing White Russians who also like to cause trouble.
Under the glory of Xiafei Road, who knows how much darkness is hidden?
Of course, these have nothing to do with Zhang Yong.
He came just to send Ichiro Akita to hell.
After everything was done, he said goodbye and left immediately.
"see you tonight!"
"see you tonight!"
(End of chapter)
