The energy of the grenade explosion was transmitted through the air. The mojito in the elevator shaft was so shocked that his hands and feet hurt, and he almost couldn't climb the rusty iron ladder.
The Polish snow tree behind him noticed his pause and pushed Mojito's leg with his hand.
Having been in a high position and pampered for too long, Mojito is no longer used to such fierce battles. But the tenacity of thinking in the early years of fighting in the hail of bullets is still there. The more critical the moment, the clearer Mojito is.
The people who surrounded him in the underground garage were all stragglers.
He couldn't go to the first floor, otherwise he might be blocked directly. You can't stay in the elevator shaft for too long, otherwise a few bombs will be dropped and the mojito will be finished immediately...
"Go to the third floor!
"Mojito lowered his head and shouted down.
The tinnitus caused by the explosion still lingered with him. He was not sure whether the Polish snow trees heard it, so he just climbed up with all his strength.
After leaving the first floor, without the lighting of the underground fire, the elevator shaft fell into complete darkness. For a while, Mojito could only hear his own breathing.
He stopped in front of the elevator door on the third floor, almost exhausted.
The junction between the metal door and the wall was dented by half the width of a palm. Mojito reluctantly stood still, shocked to realize that he could not open the door by force. At this moment, he noticed the warmth of another person's body, and the Polish snow tree also came up.
Due to the tinnitus and the pure darkness, Mojito was unable to communicate effectively with the other party, so he simply moved slowly from the door back to the iron ladder to make room for the Polish snow tree.
Two minutes later, light came in.
After all, after being his deputy for so long, Poland Xueshu finally understood what Mojito meant. He opened the elevator door with brute force and pulled his former boss out.
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"The third floor? It's a good choice." Sitting on the rooftop, Kawakami took a lemon candy.
He hacked into the surveillance system and added a few pinhole cameras to supplement blind spots. Kawakami was able to control the situation in almost any corner of the building, even if Mojito's private elevator was in a tricky position.
"But it seems that Milian is still not up to the mark. He is still so busy with mojitos..."
The original order given by the gray-haired young man to Poland Xueshu was just to monitor Mojito. If he encountered such an attack, he could run away on his own. As a result, in critical moments, loyal dogs automatically start to protect their owners.
Gee, has he completely forgotten how badly he was killed?
"So is it an advantage or stupidity to remember to eat but not to fight?" He couldn't help but think.
After thinking for two seconds, Tsumugi Kawakami began to feel that this question was very unsatisfactory, and decided to add fuel to the fire directly.
"No need to look for it, they are on the seventh floor."
Kawakami used the communicator to speak to the instigator of the attack.
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The two came to the third floor.
Mojito looked at the Polish snow tree standing in front of the elevator door, calmly holding the separated metal door with both hands, yelling loudly, and closing the door with brute force. The elevator door is completely broken after this, but you can't tell by just looking at the appearance.
The intruders are still searching.
They focused their attention on the first floor, and no one was even posted to guard the second and third floors——
No, it's not that they didn't send someone. Mojito could hear the fierce gun battle in the distance on the third floor. Although his subordinates loyal to him may not know what happened, they still helped them delay.
Thinking of this, Mojito felt a little pain in his heart, but he did not dare to contact his security forces directly.
Although Kashasha previously hinted that Cointreau might use him as a scapegoat to disadvantage him in this transaction. But Mojito only believed the gray-haired man's words, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he had evil intentions.
According to Mojito's thinking, this operation was probably the work of Kashasha. Being able to lay such an ambush without him noticing, the enemy is more likely to be within the Esposito family than in Jundu in the distance.
And since Kashasha has been able to replace Arthur for so long with his sneaky tricks, it is probably quite easy to hide a group of people in... Mojito subconsciously doesn't want to think about another possibility.
"We have to break out, someone is coming." Poland Xueshu suddenly said, but he still didn't even look at Mojito.
Mojito realized with embarrassment that the only one he could trust around him now was the Polish snow tree that he had abandoned before--it was forced back by Kashasha.
"Okay, I have a gun and two grenades here."
Mojito licked his dry lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and then thrust the grenade into the Polish snow tree.
"Take it, you can start it later."
According to Kawakami Tsumugi's assessment, Poland's Yuki's individual combat capabilities can be said to be that one man can stand against ten thousand men. It is not difficult for one person and a gun to escape from a heavily armed gang, but with a mojito bottle But he was hampered everywhere.
In the end, the two were still forced into a corner by the large army.
Mojito was also seriously injured, and his entire abdomen was soaked in blood. He sat on the ground in a state of exhaustion, breathing heavily and looking forward with difficulty.
Sweat blurred his vision, and Mojito closed his stinging eyes tightly, with the silhouette of the flame still remaining on his retinas.
"I didn't expect it would be you." He murmured to himself and started to laugh again, "If you can do this, how could it not be you."
Mojito suddenly remembered Kashasha's taunt again. Unity means division, loyalty means lies. The iron-blooded method of dealing with traitors within the gang itself shows the continuous betrayal - this guy has told him the answer a long time ago. But Mojito never found it!
If Cointreau wanted to push him out as a scapegoat, how could he forge detailed evidence and "beat him up" as soon as possible? The fastest way is to instigate those within him to rebel! But in Mojito's mind, the Esposito family would not betray...
He still believes too much in blood and family.
In the crowd surrounding him, several old men who had been following Mojito shrank in guilt, but their evasive movements lasted only a moment. Soon, the leader of them came out.
"Adrian, it's obvious that you were the first to be unjust!
"
Mojito remembered that the member who was the first to denounce him was very good at writing and speaking, and he had made a lot of efforts during the period when the Esposito family was clearing their hands...and he was following Quinn at the time, A small number of the betrayers present were Quinn's cronies.
Thinking of his brother who was still lying in the hospital bed, Mojito couldn't help but wander for a while. After refocusing his attention, his crimes were listed one by one by the latter:
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Colluding with official forces, he secretly misappropriated the funds of the Esposito family, participated in a despicable human trafficking of the Italian mafia, stabbed family collaborators in the back, and killed another leader of the family, his own brother Quinn Espo. Sito——
"I have to say that his methods are cruel and his thoughts are vicious."
Before Mojito's retort could be spoken, he was interrupted by another person. The gray-haired young man slipped out from a corner.
The gun in Poland Xueshu's hand was pointed at him.
"Your family's internal dispute organization will not intervene unless your leader infringes on the interests of the organization... Now it seems that he is just a black sheep."
Kashaxia blinked at him, and Mojito couldn't tell for a moment which side this guy was from - or he was simply a troublemaker who came out to admire his masterpiece after making the situation a mess.
"We have always maintained good cooperation with the organization." The leader who spoke out against Mojito nodded slightly.
"A tribute to our friendship and loyalty."
Kawakami Jiguai bowed to the leader in a weird way.
The atmosphere is just right. I dare to analyze this situation: In fact, misappropriating money to participate in human trafficking is just a small mistake. After all, crime is the true nature of our gangs. What is really chilling is betrayal-even someone who can take action against his own brother. betray. "
"The most urgent need of everyone here is to recover this blood debt."
The leader and several other cronies looked a little uncomfortable, but compared to power and money, revenge for another leader who died in vain sounded more legitimate and tragic, so they did not refute.
Kashasha suddenly showed an extremely evil smile. He seemed to have been looking forward to this scene for a long time.
"But~~"
"Let me think about it, Quinn Esposito is actually still alive, or he is living worse than dead because of advanced lymphoma, or he is hanging on to his life with Adrian's medicine."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Adrian is still dreaming that his good brother will be able to fully recover one day. For Quinn's safety, he has blocked the news very well... but this gave Cointreau an opportunity."
The gray-haired young man tilted his head innocently:
"And you even think of me as someone sent by Cointreau to help... So, I'm just a bunch of idiots being taken advantage of."
