Massimo Cesare is about to celebrate his 60th birthday. For people who are gangsters in the syndicate, an old guy of his age is considered extremely old. Some gangsters even jokingly refer to him as Called the Godfather.
However, what was a little different from Kyle's imagination was that the old man called the Godfather was not an old gangster wearing a luxurious suit and a big cigar in his mouth, but just a man who was slumped in a wheelchair and had to be helped by a maid every day. He's just an old man changing diapers.
Despite this, the four major gangs still remembered the mascot's birthday and sent middle- and low-level cadres to celebrate his birthday. But it was said to be a birthday celebration, but in fact it was an exchange of interests in such a place, and then in this manor. I met some guys who wanted to join the gang.
As for Kyle, he was standing among the gangsters in the manor hall. He was wearing a cleaner's clothes. As for the real cleaner, he had knocked him unconscious and stuffed him into a special compartment for mops. in.
While sweeping the floor, he coldly watched the farce of this group of gangsters. Most of the retired old men were sitting in wheelchairs, with only a few maids taking care of them. None of the other gangsters present looked at them. Looking at these 'former' gangster executives.
What makes Kyle even more interesting is that these old guys were eating light porridge and water, while the gangster who came over to celebrate his birthday was cutting the big cake that was several meters high, and there were basically big fish on the table. Big meat, as well as various beers and red wines, have nothing to do with style. It's like moving food from a food stall to the auditorium to eat. The fragmented style made Kyle sigh.
"Hey! Cleaner, come quickly and clean up the bones we spit out."
"Hey! It's coming, it's coming."
Looking at his fellow cleaners being yelled at, Kyle continued to lower his head and mop the floor next to the old men. As a result, those old men seemed to finally see that a living person like Kyle was approaching them, so they excitedly talked about their past "glorious deeds". Kyle nodded repeatedly, thinking to find someone later. Just put some medicine into their porridge.
"Hey, little girl, what are you doing to help?"
"Me? Luli is here for a birthday party - happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you... Say hello to all the troubles, say goodbye to all the happiness."
A petite girl walked into the hall, making the tall gangsters around her wonder if this kid was in the wrong place. This child had short cyan hair and was holding a revolver with a red cylinder.
"Little sister, this is not where you, a child, should come. Leave now!"
Hearing this girl's clear singing voice, the gangsters present did not give her any smiles. If this was not a ceasefire zone, those bad-tempered gangsters would have kicked her out and she would have shed blood.
"You two take her out."
Two gangsters who specialize in bodyguards grabbed the little girl forward, intending to carry the little girl out. As a result, one of them accidentally stepped on the chicken grease on the floor, and when he slipped, he pulled down the other's pants. Individuals fell comically together. Just by looking at it, I thought it was a drama.
"You two losers, look at me -"
The cadre saw that his bodyguards fell to the ground like two clowns. He really couldn't save his face, so he planned to grab the girl himself and throw her out.
As a result, the gangster accidentally kicked the table leg when passing by a table, and then stepped on a spoon that slipped from the table with his heel. The gangster cadre, whose center of gravity was unstable, fell backwards, and the back of his head hit the corner of the table beautifully. , fell to the ground without breathing.
Looking at the unlucky guy with bleeding head, the surrounding gangsters began to doubt the girl's identity. However, after seeing the three gangsters who fell down, the girl burst into laughter. It seemed that this funny drama was just right. It hit her point of laughter.
"What a coward. He is obviously a gangster who shows off his power every day, but now he is just like a bedbug on the roadside. I wonder if someone will drown in that cake next time?"
The girl who called herself Luli raised her hand and fired directly at the cake. The bullet sank into the cake, but still bounced out with kinetic energy, slitting Massimo Cesare's throat at a weird angle.
The old man who celebrated his birthday today covered his throat and fell to the ground. The old man whining and gushing blood quickly stopped moving. His birthday instantly turned into a memorial day, and this girl was surrounded by hundreds of gangsters. Shoot, catching everyone off guard.
"Hahaha, these good wines and delicious food can be used as sacrifices. Oh, were you guys celebrating your birthday? I'm so sorry."
The crazy little girl raised her hands in the air, turned around and ran away, just like a child who had done something bad, although the bad thing she did this time was a bit worse.
Kyle, who was standing in the crowd, quickly realized that this girl was probably the incarcerated person who killed the security guard. Coupled with the series of strange things that had just happened, her superpower was probably able to indirectly affect other people. The kind of superpower that affects. However, this child was obviously not very old, and she was dressed like the Earl of Chelsea. She was wearing a short camisole, and the baggy plaid jacket seemed to be about to fall off at any time, but it was firmly worn by her.
Looking at her, she seemed to be running away in a funny way. The black stockings on her legs also fell into Kyle's eyes. She was still wearing them even though they had a few holes. Moreover, it seemed that the pair of black stockings on her legs were too small. A little tighter, making her legs look even paler.
Kyle admired this incarcerated person who was strolling among the gangs. The reason why he was not anxious was because he believed that this girl must have an escape plan. Otherwise, why would she arrest a security guard for interrogation? So when the gangsters were excited, he stood aside and ate the melon.
"Get that bastard!"
"Hurry up, damn it!"
"Push the other old men back! That woman dares to slap us in the face in front of us, we must give her some color!"
The gangsters present rushed out with pistols and daggers raised, but it had been a while since the girl left, and it was not known whether they could catch up. After all, the physical fitness of the incarcerated was generally stronger than that of ordinary people.
But when Kyle, who was still in the hall, heard the roar of the machine gun, he suddenly understood why the girl shot and killed such a useless old man.
