Soon after, the car drove into the Camorra Manor smoothly.
When the two of them entered, they happened to see several corpses being carried out.
Obviously, the shortcomings of taking this iron-blooded approach to get to the top have begun to show up.
Not everyone is so easy to fool, and there are always some guys who are loyal to the original owner.
If Abel were an ordinary person, he would have died dozens of times by now.
But it's a pity that Abel was able to overcome all these unflattering tricks.
Assassination?
Poison?
Whatever other means you have, use them all.
In the banquet hall, Bucciarati finally saw that person again.
And compared with the last time, the power of the other party became stronger. Just a look made him breathe heavily.
"Bucciarati, you are finally here, sit down."
"Inform the following and let's get started."
As Abel said hello softly, interestingly, the pressure also disappeared.
Immediately, exquisite and expensive dishes were served on the table.
After the dishes were all served, Abel said as if he was joking: "Because the methods used before were a bit more intense, there should be many people in this manor who want to kill me now. I'm not sure about the food and wine either." Whether there is poison in it or not, let’s hope for our own happiness.”
After saying that, he ignored the uneasy looks on a few people's faces and started eating directly.
And as if he was afraid that he might not be poisoned, he tasted almost every dish and drank a lot of red wine.
Seeing this, Bucciarati thought it was a test of his courage.
In addition, Abel had eaten one by one, so he thought it should be fine, so he started to prepare something to eat.
But just when he stretched out his fork and pointed it at a certain dish, Abel's voice sounded at the right time.
"Well, the Neapolitan grilled lobster does taste good, but the heat is a little off. It should be to prevent the poison inside from evaporating, so the amount and time of grilling with wine are shortened. I personally don't recommend this dish. "
"The Millest macaroni next to it is relatively better, because the poison in it is a compound poison, which needs to be induced by red wine, so as long as you don't drink alcohol, you won't die from the poison."
“And that Ausborg beef elbow over there”
As if he suddenly became interested, Abel began to conduct an extremely professional tasting of the dishes on this table.
Especially the poison inside, he knew it almost like a treasure, and he still thought about it from time to time.
The people around him were so frightened that they fell to their knees. After being trapped in such a big trap, one could easily imagine the fate that awaited them.
On the contrary, the faces of those individuals who had good intentions were all filled with incredible doubts at the moment, and then turned into resentment.
They couldn't figure out why these various poisons collected from the black market couldn't kill the other party?
They obviously put it in with their own hands and watched each other eat it with their own eyes.
Was it dropped midway?
Have their actions been discovered long ago?
"Go to hell!"
A few people who couldn't help it immediately rushed over, picked up the knives and forks on the table and stabbed Abel's various vital parts.
But the next moment, their movements were all frozen in place, and were eroded by the cold air into lifelike ice sculptures.
At the same time, Abel was still cutting the steak on the plate slowly and then put it into his mouth.
"Well, it really tastes better with added ingredients."
"Tell Stella to clean up the trash."
Soon a group of people came in and moved all the ice sculptures away.
"Eat, what's wrong? Doesn't it suit your appetite?"
Giorno and Bucciarati put down their tableware silently and said in unison: "I ate before coming here."
"Well, it's really not a blessing."
Abel shook his head regretfully.
Giorno and Bucciarati said in their hearts: "They are indeed not blessed to enjoy this kind of blessing."
Although they also doubted whether the food was really poisonous and why Abel was fine after eating it.
But if you let them taste it for themselves, they will definitely not take their own lives as a joke.
So Abel was eating alone at the banquet, while everyone else was watching.
Finally the meal was over.
Abel took them elsewhere.
"It seems you already have the answer, Bucciarati."
After lighting himself a cigarette, Abel said straight to the point.
"Before giving the answer, I want to confirm one thing with you. Can what I want really be changed?"
Bucciarati's expression was very serious.
He didn't care about his own safety, he just wanted to know if he moved here from the 'Enthusias' organization, he would be able to achieve his goal.
If he couldn't, why would he go to all this trouble?
The answer Abel gave was: "In my jurisdiction, anyone who dares to touch 'flour' is up to you to deal with. If you can't deal with it, come to me and I will uproot them."
This sentence is enough.
Bucciarati was visibly relaxed.
At the same time, this is also the first boss who dares to make such a promise to him!
"Can I trust you? BOSS."
"Time will prove everything."
In this way, Bucciarati gave his answer and also brought good news. He would try his best to bring the entire team here.
In addition, it is the valuable information he knows about the 'Enthusiasm' organization.
"Bucciarati, from now on you will be Camorra's adviser, and Giorno will be my agent. You must cooperate well."
In the mafia, the position of adviser or advisor is also a very important position, usually held by the boss's most trusted cronies.
Not only is he responsible for mediating internal disputes within the family, but he also serves as the agent, the second boss's guard. His main task is to 'legitimize' all the specific actions of the family.
Therefore, there is a natural cooperative relationship between the consultant and the agent, where both prosper and suffer.
Now, Abel has set the stage for them.
As for how wonderful the performance can be, it depends on them.
So when driving away from the manor, Bucciarati suddenly suggested: "Find a place to eat first? Then I will introduce you to a few people."
Giorno nodded, "I happen to be a little hungry too."
The same encounter before gave them a common topic, and it was also the basis for cultivating tacit understanding and trust.
In addition, since we are going to act together in the future, some things still need to be agreed in advance.
Furthermore, Bucciarati's subordinates are not easy to get along with.
Bucciarati also needs to let both parties meet in advance to see if they can get along.
Even if he makes up his mind to leave, he will not cheat his own people.
If it doesn't work, we can only get together and part ways, just like Fu Ge did.
(End of chapter)
