Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

There was a lot of chaos in the monastery, bottles and cans were smashed into pieces, the grass was trampled by leather shoes, the narrow open-air corridor was crowded with people, and hundreds of gang members were sweating profusely chasing the running figure in front of them.

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Although they had guns on their waists, no one dared to point their guns at the man's back, because that man's name was Caesar Gattuso, and he was designated as Cato when he was born.

The next head of the Suo family.

In the future, he will take over the entire Italian gang industry and become the emperor and service of this underground world, because the Gattuso family is the major shareholder of these enterprises.

Although Caesar was under house arrest by Pompeii during this period, no one thought that he would continue to be under house arrest. One day, he would become a big shot who could decide his life or death with just one sentence, so everyone was restrained for fear of getting hurt.

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They were not worried that Caesar would escape. They had enough people and there were three circles of siege net outside the monastery, a total of six circles inside and outside. A total of thousands of people were guarding the monastery and nearby neighborhoods.

Even without weapons, Caesar could not escape the encirclement.

You know, what New Century gangsters are best at is not shootouts and street fights, but bullshit.

The most common businesses of gangsters are casinos and loan sharks. In the 21st century, if you point the muzzle of a revolver at the debtor's temple and pull the trigger, you will get nothing but a cold corpse, and you will also be charged for it.

Charged with murder.

The job of a gangster debt collector is to recover principal and interest, not to kill people. To complete their job, they must learn to take advantage of legal loopholes. In layman's terms, they are just bullshitting, harassing and psychologically attacking debtors, no less.

Smashing the door, pouring swill in the window, throwing mice under the door, playing disco in front of your house in the middle of the night, etc...

A qualified gang member must know the law by heart.

If you don't break into a residential house, it doesn't count as a burglary. If you call the police, the police can only treat these things as provoking trouble. There is an essential difference between the two.

Housebreaking and robberies are committed under the criminal law, while looking for trouble is only an illegal act. There is no death penalty in Italy, and the maximum sentence for housebreaking and robbery can be life imprisonment. However, for looking for trouble, relying on the relationship between gangs and the police, you can be released on bail in half a day.

The debt collectors who are imprisoned in the detention center can smoke casually with the bribed and fat policemen, and then harass the debtor, forcing him to mortgage his RV or even sell his organs. This is the real thing.

of gangsters.

Only newcomers who have just joined the gang will feel that the mafia is full of violence and smoke. The longer the gangsters have been around, the more they become complete veterans. They are so oily that you can't catch them at all. They even have serious companies.

Register for a job and enjoy social benefits.

The people Pompeii selected to guard Caesar were all experienced veterans like this.

They knew very well what the boss meant: keep an eye on Caesar, but must not hurt him.

So when Caesar rushed out of the monastery gate, he saw an airtight wall of people, and the heads gathered into a sea, blocking his vision.

These old fritters were huddled together, blocking every passable place. Caesar could clearly see the reflective sweat on their oily faces, their facial features were squeezed together, and their expressions were distorted.

There was also the sound of dense and rapid footsteps behind him, which was the crisp sound of hard leather shoes stepping on stone bricks.

He was surrounded.

He could jump to the top of the human wall, but at that moment, a dozen hands would grab his ankles and pull him into the sea of ​​people.

Westerners have very strong body odor. It would be a stinking hell mixed with strong sweat and body odor. Just thinking about it would make Caesar nauseated.

He can also try to beat these people. These people will never fight back, and will actively push their buttocks up for Caesar to kick. If their buttocks are kicked by Caesar, it is considered a work injury, and they can get a large amount of subsidies.

They were not worried that Caesar would accidentally kill them, because Pompey had promised his subordinates in front of Caesar at the beginning that although his son had a bad temper, he was not a person who would kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Thanks to Caesar's mother's education, he still retains respect and love for life.

Caesar had to admit that Pompey knew him very well, and he knew that these people only stopped him because of Pompey's orders. If he killed innocent people indiscriminately in order to escape, it would be equivalent to trampling on his own pride.

If he was willing to trample on his pride, he would have obeyed his bastard father long ago and succeeded as the head of the Gattuso family. How could he still use the excuse of "monasticism" to resist here?

He would not kill people indiscriminately. He promised his deceased mother that he would be a true gentleman.

Pompeii also believed that he was a man as proud as the sun. Such a man would never violate his oaths and creeds, so he sent out these ultimate old fritters who would not fight back even if they were beaten or scolded.

However, just having old fried dough sticks is not enough.

Why do gangsters dare to cause trouble in front of debtors' homes?

Because they have guns and bullets, and they have strength in numbers, which represent something very simple - strength.

The debtor is not as powerful as them, so he can only hide in fear. If the law had not protected the debtor, he might have been pulled directly onto the operating table, and after a few hours, he would have been turned into a frozen organ and sold to someone.

Rich people in need.

If you want to move with oil, you must at least have equal power to the opponent.

And Caesar is an A-level hybrid, possessing the Word Spirit Kamaita. His skills are like a martial arts master who is skilled in light kung fu. He also has the unique skill of listening to voices and arguing. Even if he doesn't kill people, he can fly over the wall at night and climb over the wall from above.

Sneaking out from the surrounding net of thousands of people.

Moreover, even if they were discovered, these people would not dare to point their guns at him, which was a great convenience for him.

But since he came here, he has never tried to escape once.

Not because he thought running away would be cowardly, but because Patsy was here.

Caesar turned his head and the men in suits crowded in the pointed-arched monastery door made way enough for one person to pass.

Patsy stood at the end of the road. He was 183cm tall, neither tall nor short among gang members. His face had soft lines, his golden soft hair lay listlessly beside his ears, and his skin was sickly white, like

He is a patient who has been staying in the ward for a long time.

If you see him for the first time, you will be deeply attracted by his eyes.

One of his eyes is as bright as emerald ice blue, and the other eye is filled with rich dark gold.

This was not natural. When Caesar saw him for the first time, his eyes were beautiful blue.

Those dark golden pupils represent the power of bloodline, the golden pupils that cannot be extinguished!

"Master, it's time for lunch." Patsy saluted Caesar. His heterochromatic eyes made him look like a famous Persian cat.

Caesar always feels this way when he gets along with Patsy. Patsy is always as quiet and docile as a Persian cat, and even kind to you.

But cats are extremely difficult to figure out. Caesar couldn't see clearly the look in Patsy's eyes. He never looked at him and always lowered his head, even now.

Caesar ignored Patsy. He stayed in the monastery for 47 days. He did not spend all of these 47 days digging tunnels.

He took out a broken piece of porcelain from his arms. Fourteen days ago, he broke the porcelain plate containing wheat cakes and secretly hid a smooth piece of porcelain.

He raised his right hand high, and the lens in his hand reflected the sunlight, which looked like twinkling sequins from a distance.

This is the signal to attack!

People in dark red combat uniforms poured out from the end of the street. They wore reflective masks and held M4 machine guns. Their faces could not be seen clearly. They were not many in number, only a dozen of them.

The first thing that happened was the throwing of Molotov cocktails and smoke bombs. The oil fires burned in the streets, and the choking black smoke spread with the heat wave and the midday wind.

The monastery was built in a sparsely populated suburb. In addition to some towers used for worship, there were warehouses for storage. The black smoke and flames burned and spread on the dirt road between the warehouses and the towers.

The flames and smoke were actually still some distance away from the human wall formed by the gang members and could not hurt them, but they had already begun to flee.

Most people who can become veterans put their own interests first.

They are not like passionate young people who can dedicate their lives to their ideals. In other words, they are just grassroots who can see the direction of the wind.

These people can share joys and sorrows, but they must not share hardships, and you cannot ask them to sacrifice themselves.

When Pompeo arranged for them to come, he never said there would be a terrorist attack.

When encountering something unplanned, the first thing to ensure is of course your own life.

When a person is alive, he has everything. When a person dies, there is nothing.

However, they did not run too far, they just hid behind the wall, took out the guns at their waists, and planned to engage in a gun battle.

Even if Caesar did run away, they would still have to show signs that they had resisted vigorously.

At this time, Caesar saw a gap in the crowd and ran towards the smoke bomb without looking back.

The roar of the motorcycle engine came to my ears, and the roaring bright red beast jumped high, broke through the smoke, and leaped over the burning wall of fire like an acrobatic performance. When its tires touched the ground, there were

Smoke lingers around the streamlined body.

The driver was also wearing a dark red combat uniform and a helmet, but that person was not a man, but a crazy woman. The thick combat uniform wrapped around her alluring and graceful lines.

Caesar blocked the motorcycle with his back, and the gun aimed at the motorcycle tires and the woman had to be moved away.

Finally here! Caesar feels that freedom is so close to him!

He tore off the earth-brown coarse cloth monk's clothes on his upper body and threw them to the ground. His well-defined muscles and sculptured back were exposed to the sun, and his two huge and powerful chest muscles seemed to embrace the sun.

The drift-steering motorcycle brought wind and waves, and he jumped up, with his blond hair dancing in the air. Viewed from the back, it was hard to avoid reminding people of some "inhuman" stand-in.

Caesar cheered and jumped on the back seat of the motorcycle and hugged the driver's waist.

Patsy stood at the door of the monastery, watching silently as Caesar passed through the smoke with the motorcycle that suddenly appeared.

A fire broke out in the warehouse, and black smoke and heat waves were rising in the monastery. Before Caesar escaped, it seemed that he had not forgotten to destroy this place that brought him painful memories.

After all, Patsy remembered that Caesar was not a religious person. He never believed in God, only believed in himself. Sitting in the monastery and meditating like a real ascetic was definitely a very unpleasant experience for him.

The noise in his ears became more and more noisy, and Patsy's vision suddenly blurred, and he covered his mouth and coughed twice violently.

He stood leaning on the wall, wiped the dark blood on his palms with a handkerchief, took out an unmarked small medicine bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cap, and took out a capsule.

The color of the capsule is bright red like blood, and under sunlight, you can see some kind of liquid flowing inside.

He looked at the smoke bomb in the distance, thought for a while, and took out another capsule.

But before taking the capsule, suddenly, his phone rang.

He put away the medicine bottle, held two capsules and answered the phone first.

The call was very simple, lasting only ten seconds, but after the call ended, he carefully put the capsule back in, stood up straight, and clapped his hands.

Immediately, a man in a suit wearing sunglasses came to his side, leaned over and said something in his ear.

He didn't have much communication with this man. He just followed him and got into a black Mercedes-Benz amidst the noise.

Many Mercedes-Benz cars were parked near the monastery, and many of them started and drove in the direction Caesar left.

While the warehouses, towers and monastery were still burning, a team of men used dry powder fire extinguishers to put out the fires caused by the incendiary bombs on the roads.

Those people wearing red combat uniforms seemed to have the sole purpose of rescuing Caesar. After the smoke cleared, their shadows were nowhere to be seen.

The Mercedes-Benz that Patsy was riding in passed through the road to hell shrouded in flames and black smoke. The reflection of the fiery snake danced on the windshield, reflecting in Patsy's ice-blue eyes.

He was silent, watching the Mercedes-Benz leave from the traffic flow, away from other Mercedes-Benz cars, and whispered: "Master, the price of freedom is very luxurious..."

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"That drift is so beautiful, I get so excited just looking at it!"

Caesar cheered on the motorcycle and stretched out his hands to feel the breath of the wind and the sea. They were racing along the coastal road, with flocks of seagulls flying over the sparkling blue sea.

"Help me take off my helmet."

A woman's voice came from inside the helmet.

"That's right, you have to feel the strong wind when riding a motorcycle!"

Caesar unfastened the buckles and straps of the red helmet, lifted it up slightly, and released his silky crimson hair from its restraints.

"I'm just too hot."

The hair was blown by the wind and hit Caesar's nose, which made it itchy.

"We haven't seen each other since March. I miss you so much." Caesar hugged Nono's waist, and he smelled Nono's unique scent.

The woman you love is right in front of you, how can you not hold her tight?

"Let's wait until we leave Italy before saying anything sensational." Nono said calmly.

"Don't you miss me?" Caesar said in Nono's ear.

"What are you thinking about? Whether you are here or not, there are a lot of men chasing me in the college, which is enough for me to relieve my boredom."

"I probably won't be able to spend as much as I did in the past. The Gattuso family will definitely freeze all my accounts. If you want to break up with me, I will agree."

"Who do you think I am, that I will like him if I have money? Even if I pay 10 billion dollars to a man I don't like, I will not have dinner with him."

"Then are you willing to start a great escape with me?"

"Are you out of your mind? What do you think we are doing now?"

Nono rolled her eyes at Caesar through the reflector, looked at his silly smile, and wondered why her boyfriend looked like such an idiot.