Ark, they don't revolve around you

The pope asked indifferently: “How did you do that?”

"It's not that difficult, actually. After all, there are too many people who are dissatisfied with Lateran... You live too well and always try to evade your responsibilities." Zhuang Ning sighed softly, with pity in his eyes.

"He's a traitor." The Pope said coldly.

"There is not just one traitor, but many traitors." Zhuang Ning whispered, "Pope, you are tired, go to sleep..."

He pulled the trigger, and instantly, a bloody hole appeared on the Pope's head, and blood flowed out, horribly creepy.

The old man died calmly. Zhuang Ning wiped the smoking gun with a cloth and said calmly, "Don't take it to heart, Mostima. This is a relief."

He walked in, took Mastema's hand, and kissed Mastema's lips, as if they were the best lovers.

They walked outside, flames shot up into the sky, and the bishop was dragged onto the square. There was fierce gunfire, bullet shells fell to the ground, and people fell to the ground one by one.

Fiammetta knelt on the ground, her eyes reflecting the red color. This was her home. She had killed Enruo's parents with her own hands. Her hands were shaking and she burst into tears.

There was a shadow looming over her. The shadow hugged and gently stroked her back. Zhuang Ning shed a sad look: "You shouldn't have done this yourself. It's painful."

"Do not."

"You are sad, Fiammetta, I understand." Zhuang Ning's tone was full of pride, just like her father and brother. "You are a hero. You brought new life and good news to Lateran, and you are willing to bear the sin for it."

"I bring...destruction!"

"Yes, but you should celebrate even more." Zhuang Ning let her lean on his chest, and the two watched the flames engulf the temples, statues and exquisite reliefs. The demon suddenly regained his dignity, just like an emperor who was high above. As soon as he spoke, the law came true, "Celebrate."

"Destruction is rebirth, praise the Lord's wisdom!"

Amidst the thorns of darkness, Remyanmar lurks here, draws the bolt, loads the gun, and pulls the trigger.

One bishop who tried to flee fell, followed by a second and a third.

No one survived. She exhaled a breath that was so cold that it turned into white mist.

Someone came, his black coat swaying, and under the hood were a pair of clear eyes.

"How did you..."

"I'm here to see you, Lemiaoan." Zhuang Ning sat down.

The girl responded coldly: "What else do you want? We all believed you."

But when the man touched her hand and intertwined their fingers, the seemingly cold girl did not refuse.

Remian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into tears and shouted loudly: "You are a devil!!"

Her lips were blocked, she saw a pair of black eyes, and felt the man's breath close to her.

"Then you are the woman who listens to the devil's words."

He held the girl's hand, and the two of them were in the wilderness. Remion saw lights on in the distance, which were countless refugees.

"God cannot bring salvation, but the devil can, because the devil values ​​contracts more than anyone else."

Lemiaoan was speechless.

Zhuang Ning watched coldly and heard the system's prompt.

[Simulation mission, capturing the holy city has been completed.]

【Lord, why did you leave me?】

Chapter 57: Mafia, kneel down!

Syracuse.

There was a burst of fire. It was an unprecedentedly violent explosion. The asphalt road surface on the highway was blown away and splashed hundreds of meters away. In the fire, a car engine bounced up and hit a tree.

It was obvious that the explosion was a revenge, and the mastermind was afraid that people would not be killed in the explosion, so they poured hundreds of kilograms of source stone powder into thirteen iron barrels and buried them in underground pipes along the route that the cars had to pass. The power was enough to blow up a street!

Smoke was rising. Lavinia Falcone looked calm just before her death. She was blown to pieces and her body could not be put together. This brave judge fulfilled her oath to the Code of Thorns.

In the urban area far away from the highway, Zhuang Ning ordered a brandy. In the misty rain, he hummed a relaxing tune and looked at the desolate streets.

The war broke out, and all the young men were forced to go to the battlefield by their families. They fought for those bloody people, and their death might only earn them a light praise from the head of the family.

"That's a real Syracusan."

The store manager looked at this seemingly ordinary man out of the corner of his eye, guessing the power behind this person. Nowadays, the young people who were not pulled into the war all had some family background, but this young man should not be very strong. Perhaps he was a military strategist who gave advice.

The owner himself was loyal to the Saluzzo of the Twelve Families, a family renowned for its iron order.

"Young man, your wine." The wine glass was handed to Zhuang Ning, who thanked him. When the owner looked at Zhuang Ning, he was also looking at this poor old guy. He survived the family fight, but his descendants had to drag him into the battlefield.

"Young man, be careful." Perhaps out of kindness, the shopkeeper reminded, "There are more than just the Saluzzo family around here."

After the death of Lady Sicily, the civil war within the Mafia began, with intrigues and killings. The Mafia family was the most shameless. They covered themselves with a solemn cloak, but had no hesitation in doing bad things.

"It's okay, I have Texas as my bodyguard." Zhuang Ning joked.

The shop owner was surprised. Texas was the lone wolf in Volsini who was in the limelight. She had wiped out several families in succession and was very powerful. Even the head of Saluzzo was afraid of her. Who would dare to let such a person be a security guard?

But this is what young people are like, right? The old man thought, narrowed his eyes and said quietly: "Young man, although I don't know who you listen to, in Syracuse, don't expose your depth at will and abide by the law of silence."

Silence, this is the iron rule of Syracuse. Some words spoken out loud would be worse than death.

"That's right." Zhuang Ning agreed. He was about to leave because the news had reported an explosion on the highway and the victim was Lavinia Falcone. Before leaving, Zhuang Ning saw a flash of anger on the owner's face. The old man was sad about Lavinia's death.

Just at this moment, there was the sound of brakes outside the house. The modified sports car made an astonishingly loud noise, but everyone knew which car belonged to Cellinina Texas, the most perfect Syracuse in history. She fought against the Twelve Families and escaped from them. Now she was the number one enemy of the Twelve Families.

The old shop owner turned pale because Texas actually opened the car door for the young man, looking like a waiter or a servant.

What the young man said was true, Texas really was his bodyguard!

Zhuang Ning got in the car. It was raining heavily. Without waiting for Texas to report, he spoke:

"I allowed Lavinia to die. She was a very good woman, and she did not hesitate at all to die."

Texas paled a little. "Why? She trusts you so much."

"She believes that I can bring changes to Syracuse." Zhuang Ning said indifferently.

The car stopped, Texas pulled out the sword and put it on his neck. She was crying, tears streaming down her face. She rarely acted so violently: "You are a lunatic...!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm very rational. Every step is under my control." Zhuang Ning held the sword, the cold sword on his body. Texas relied on his superb swordsmanship to cut off the enemy's heads.

"If she dies, you will have no judge to rely on, and your support in Volsiny will be gone!"

"No." Zhuang Ning sneered, "You are the ones who rely on me, not me who relies on you."

He got out of the car and opened the door for Texas, as politely as a Victorian gentleman.

"Her death will not be in vain. Her death will bring victory."

Texas heard him say that.

The gravel-paved road was empty, as if there were only her and Zhuang Ning in the whole world. They were the last humans, and the only thing that accompanied them was the sound of rain.

Suddenly, the radio started to sound. It wasn't just this one, but voices rang out all over Syracuse. A woman was yelling at the top of her lungs:

"Mafia, kneel down!!"

Then a man.

"Mafia, kneel down!!!"

The old men, children, men, women, everyone was roaring, and the whole Syracuse was drowned by this shocking sound.

"Mafia, kneel down!!!"

No one has ever dared to call the family the Mafia. Mafia members call themselves gentlemen and call their work "our business." They are a shadow government and their words are followed by laws.

But now, the whole of Volsini seemed to have woken up.

Texas was stunned to see that almost everyone in every household had opened the blinds, and then everyone took out the bed sheets and wrote blood-red words with ketchup:

“We want justice!”

"Mafia, kneel down!"

The silent city was suddenly no longer silent, and everyone was roaring, like wolves howling at the sky under the full moon. Texas saw the sadness in their eyes. They were mourning a poor judge who once vowed to fight for her people!

"Hey! What's going on, *Syracuse, get out! You don't want to live anymore, do you?!!!" The family's minions came out in full force, they roared, but their voices were drowned out by the louder noises, so they picked up their weapons, picked up guns and crossbows, they were exposed in broad daylight, and were a little timid.

Texas has plans to fight them.

But Zhuang Ning stretched out his hand and clapped. It was like a signal. The broadcast stopped, and those angry people stopped roaring and returned to silence.

Silence is Syracuse tonight.

As a price, there was a horn, the sound of the horn was very loud, like the music of marching and fighting in ancient times!

The soldiers of those families did not react, but the Horned Leader was horrified. They were too familiar with this sound. This horn belonged to only one army, an army engraved in their blood. Every family was afraid of such a monster.

——The mouth of a giant wolf.

Sixty years ago, Lady Sicily relied on such an army to conquer the twelve families and forced them to respect her as their godmother!

Now, this army, dressed in black, marched slowly against the rain, like a funeral procession. The leader, a silver-white wolf, knelt on one knee: "Lappland, the Mouth of the Giant Wolf, at your service."

"Now, this team belongs to you, Doctor!"

The doctor smiled coldly: "Twelve families, leave no one alive, kill them all."

[Simulation Mission: Mafia, Kneel Down, Completed]

Note: Giovanni Falcone, the real-life prototype of Lavinia Falcone, was regarded by the then Mafia leader Reina the Shorty as the second person who could destroy the Mafia since Mussolini.

Falcone was killed in a bomb in 1992. Reina thought that he would no longer be a threat, but he completely aroused public anger. Sicilian citizens, who were accustomed to treating others in silence, marched in Palermo. Someone openly shouted on the radio, "Mafia, kneel down!" The citizens formed a bed sheet committee and wrote on the bed sheets to express their anger.

At that time, all politicians tried their best to distance themselves from the Mafia. One-third of Italian parliamentarians were investigated for their links with the Mafia. Rome sent 7,000 carabinieri to Sicily, and Shorty Reina was arrested.

From the results, the death of Falcone directly destroyed the Mafia's power in the open. After Falcone's death, the Mafia went from being open to being secret and no longer dared to be as rampant as before.

Giovanni Falcone is a truly ruthless man. Because of him, we can know the operating logic within the Mafia. He has almost completely uncovered the inside story of the Mafia. From a purely prototype perspective, I think this person makes me feel more sad than Godfather Corleone (and his death was much more tragic, after all, he and his wife were both killed in the explosion).

However, the character written by Jiao Zui is obviously not as good as her prototype in terms of plot. If Syracuse II is really released, I hope Zui Zui will not bury the Falconet family name.

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