Giorno really thought he was going to GG at first, and was thinking about how to escape with the help of [Golden Experience].
As a result, Mr. Abel made the other party change his attitude with just one sentence and invited them in respectfully.
Even though there are still two corpses lying at the door of the manor
what is this?
Could it be said that Mr. Abel's identity is very unusual?
It's not impossible.
No wonder he dared to do such a thing, it turned out that he was very confident.
This discovery also made Giorno really relax a lot.
But the fact is that he is still too young and happy too early.
After escorting the two of them to the reception room in the manor, the team leader finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"The boss is waiting for you two inside, so I'll leave first."
In the Mafia, the leader is called the boss, that is, the boss or the Don.
Abel nodded slightly, "Has anyone ever said that you look ugly when you smile?"
The squad leader felt aggrieved, and the ugly smile on his face suddenly froze, and he didn't know whether he should put it away.
Abel sighed, "Forget it, don't laugh next time, it's too scary."
The squad leader nodded quickly and regained his cold poker face.
Well, that's right.
Abel pushed the door open with satisfaction, not even bothering to knock.
Giorno followed closely behind.
Inside, because Abel’s true identity was unclear, almost all the important people in Camorra were present for safety reasons.
"Welcome you two, I am Camorra Sam, the current boss of the Camorra family. You can call me Sam. Please sit down."
An old man about forty or fifty years old introduced himself enthusiastically and reservedly, and then everyone in the room looked at Abel and Giorno.
Because at this time it is their turn to declare their home status.
"Gustavos Abel, you can call me Godfather Abel. I declare that from today on, Camorra will be under my control."
"Everyone here, who is in favor and who is against?"
quiet!
Deathly silence!
Everyone in the room was stunned. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether the other person was joking or crazy.
First of all, the name Gustavos Abel was very unfamiliar to them, and no one had ever heard of it.
Secondly, the term "godfather" in the Mafia is a sacred and solemn identity.
It is the highest position over all Mafia families.
It's not something you can joke about casually.
In the end, even if the real godfather of the 11-member committee arrived, he would not have the right to directly seize control of the entire Camorra.
So. Sure enough, this person is a lunatic looking for trouble!
After finishing the mental construction, the smile on Kamolmu's face has turned into a smile.
"Are you kidding me? If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, you two may not be able to get out of here alive."
"So you objected?"
Abel suddenly sighed, then made a pistol-like shape with his right hand and pointed it at Camouflage.
Seeing this, everyone in the room burst into laughter.
"He shouldn't think this is a child's game of pretending to be a drunk."
"Maybe this guy is a psychopath."
"Aren't you afraid of being pointed at a gun?"
"Afraid, of course I'm afraid, I'm scared to death, hahahahaha!"
Biu!
Abel also laughed, and deliberately simulated gunshots with his mouth.
As a result, the next moment, everyone's laughter stopped suddenly, as if someone had strangled their necks with their hands.
Because Kamo LSmu's skull was directly opened by a huge force, white and red splashed out, and the collapse was everywhere on everyone, and then the whole person fell on the sofa, no longer breathing.
"It seems like I accidentally used a little too much force."
Abel was a little annoyed and regretful.
It had been a long time since he had learned the Sixth Form of the Navy.
For a genius to casually develop the extended skill of the flying finger gun, isn't it too much?
Okay, he admitted that it was not a flying finger gun, but an armed domineering attack, that is, Liu Ying!
"Okay, who else objects now?"
Abel's words finally made everyone present wake up from a dream.
"Be careful! There are snipers!"
"No wonder this guy is so emboldened, we may have been surrounded by armed forces."
"Soldier, where are our soldiers."
"Catch these two bastards and I will kill them to death."
. . . . . .
In an instant, a large number of mafia members broke in, and countless guns were pointed at Abel and Giorno.
Giorno was confused and didn't understand why everything was fine just now and suddenly a war started.
This doesn't seem to be the same as the gang life he imagined.
Then he saw Mr. Abel slowly taking off his white suit under numerous gunshots, and then threw it into his arms.
"Hold it for me. The clothes I just bought yesterday will be bad if they start to bleed."
"Is now the time to think about clothes?!!"
Giorno shouted in his heart.
However, his movements were not slow and he immediately hid in a corner. If something bad happened, he would be ready to run away immediately.
After all, he would not set himself up to fight with the terrifying Camorra just for the sake of a guy he only met for the second time.
But what happened next was completely beyond his imagination.
"Looks like you all made the wrong choice."
After Abel shook his head slightly, he just snapped his fingers.
Thinking that this move was a signal to people outside, the Camorra family members immediately shouted: "Fire, let me kill them!"
It's a pity that his order was given a little late.
Of course, it doesn't matter whether it is sooner or later, because it will not change the final result.
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Countless ice spears stabbed the people in the room from all directions in the room.
In just an instant, all the mafia armed personnel in the room were wiped out and turned into a hornet's nest.
There were dozens of ice spears that 'accidentally' stabbed Giorno, only to stop at the last moment.
Giorno was so frightened that cold sweat covered his face and back.
Even if he urgently summoned [Golden Experience], there was no guarantee that he would survive just now.
Because [Golden Experience] can only help him crush attacks from one direction at most, and cannot block the ice spears behind him at the same time.
This kind of attack is too terrifying. As expected, Mr. Abel also has that ability.
Just when Giorno started to think wildly, the ice spears in the room suddenly shattered into ice crystals all over the floor.
The danger was over. Giorno finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a chill on his back. His clothes were actually wet with sweat just now.
Abel walked over and knocked on the table politely, signaling the people hiding under the table to come out.
"I think no one will object to my proposal now."
Abel said with a smile.
(End of chapter)
