It’s not something that can be joked about casually.
In the end, even if the real godfather of the 11-member committee arrives, he has no right to directly seize control of the entire Camorra.
So. Sure enough, this person is a lunatic looking for trouble!
After finishing the mental construction, the smile on Mrs. Camel's face had turned into a superficial smile.
"Are you kidding me? If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, you two may not be able to get out of here alive."
"So you objected?"
Abel suddenly sighed, then made a pistol shape with his right hand and pointed it at Mrs. Camels.
Seeing this, everyone in the room burst into laughter.
"He shouldn't think this is a child's game of pretending to be a family drinker, right?"
"Maybe this guy is mentally ill."
"Aren't you afraid of being pointed at by a gun?"
"Afraid, of course I'm afraid, I'm scared to death, hahahahaha!"
Biu!
Abel also laughed, and deliberately simulated gunshots with his mouth.
The next moment, everyone's laughter stopped suddenly, as if someone had strangled their necks with their hands.
Because Mother Camel's skull was directly opened by a huge force, white and red splashed out, and the collapse was everywhere on everyone, and then the whole person fell on the sofa, no longer breathing.
"It seems that I accidentally used a little too much force."
Abel felt a little annoyed and regretful.
It has been a long time since he learned the Sixth Form of the Navy.
For a genius to casually develop the extended skill of the flying finger gun, isn’t it too much?
Okay, he admitted that it was not a flying finger gun, but an armed domineering attack, that is, Liu Ying!
"Okay, who else objects now?"
Abel's words finally made everyone present wake up from a dream.
"Be careful! There is a sniper!"
"No wonder this guy is so emboldened, we may have been surrounded by armed forces."
"Soldier, where are our soldiers?"
"Catch these two **** and I will kill them to death."
. . . . . .
In an instant, a large number of mafia members broke in, and countless guns were pointed at Abel and Giorno.
Giorno was confused. He didn't understand why he was fine just now and suddenly started a war.
This seems to be different from the gangster life he imagined.
Then he saw Mr. Abel slowly taking off his white suit under numerous gunshots, and then threw it into his arms.
"Hold it for me. The clothes I just bought yesterday will be bad if they start to bleed."
"Is now the time to think about clothes?!"
Giorno shouted loudly in his heart.
However, his movements were not slow and he immediately hid in a corner. If something bad happened, he would be ready to run away immediately.
After all, he would not set himself up to fight with the terrifying Camorra just for the sake of a guy he met for the second time.
But what happened next was completely beyond his imagination.
"It seems you all made the wrong choice."
After Abel shook his head slightly, he just lightly snapped his fingers.
Thinking that this move was a signal to people outside, the Camorra family members immediately shouted: "Fire, let me kill them!"
It's a pity that his order was given a little late.
Of course, it doesn’t matter whether it’s sooner or later, because it won’t change the final result.
Puff, puff, puff, puff
Countless ice spears stabbed the people in the room from all directions in the room.
In just an instant, all the mafia armed personnel in the room were wiped out and turned into a hornet's nest.
Among them, there were dozens of ice spears that 'accidentally' stabbed Giorno, but stopped at the last moment.
Giorno was so frightened that cold sweat covered his face and back.
Even if he summoned the [Golden Experience] urgently, there was no guarantee that he would survive just now.
Because [Golden Experience] can at most help him crush attacks from one direction, and cannot block the ice spears behind him at the same time.
This kind of attack is too terrifying. As expected, Mr. Abel also has that ability.
Just when Giorno started to think wildly, the ice spears in the room suddenly shattered into ice crystals all over the floor.
The danger was over, and Giorno finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a chill on his back, and even his clothes were wet with sweat just now.
Abel walked over and knocked on the table politely, signaling the people hiding under the table to come out.
"I think no one will object to my proposal now."
Abel said with a smile.
Chapter 675 BOSS and Agent
With just a snap of Abel's fingers, almost 90% of the important members of the Camorra family died.
And the remaining two or three small fishes really found that they were able to get to the top after getting over the initial panic!
After all, even important members are divided into three, six, and nine grades. Obviously, these "ninth grades" were deliberately left behind by Abel after entering the room to observe.
Whether it is for survival or profit, they naturally have no second choice.
As for whether he would make any small moves secretly, and whether doing so would pave the way for future development, he didn't really care.
Anyway, as soon as he completes the content of the prayer order, he will leave this world.
When the time comes, who cares about the flood!
"How to explain it, I don't need to teach you."
Abel sat on the only clean sofa in the room and lit a cigarette.
"No, no, no, we will explain clearly to everyone that Sam and others died because they were attacked by a hostile organization, so they ended up like this."
A woman with heavy makeup said quickly to please.
"What about hostile organizations, for example?"
Abel seemed to suddenly become interested.
When the woman saw this, she quickly lowered her body and said a few names while showing more of her career line.
Those are the forces that usually have some grudges against Camorra.
But she failed to get a response from Abel, and even the hot figure she tried to show off was ignored.
The woman's mood was a little low. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and finally gave a correct answer that satisfied Abel.
"enthusiasm?"
"Very good, it seems you already know who the enemy is. So, how will you introduce my existence to people outside?"
"Of course you are our only godfather who leads us in revenge against the 'Passionate' organization."
The woman wisely knelt down and lowered her head to show her loyalty.
By this time, if she still didn’t know what the ‘Godfather’ who came to her door was going to do, then she might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him on the spot!
It’s just that the ‘Enthusiasm’ organization, as the most powerful mafia in the region, is not that easy to deal with.
The Camorra, or most of the mafia in Italy, has a family-style management style.
But this is not the case for the 'Passionate' organization. Its boss Diavolo has always been hiding behind the scenes, let alone his whereabouts. Even the important cadres within the organization have not seen his true face, and no one has seen him. Photos have been circulated.
It can be said that you are vigilant and cautious to the extreme!
Dealing with such an enemy will not be easy.
Even if you want to repeat the same trick, it's impossible.
But as a knowledgeable person who had just dedicated her loyalty, how could she say those depressing words and throw cold water on the godfather at this time?
On the premise of ensuring her own life, she only needs to do her part.
Abel stood up with satisfaction, took his suit from Giorno and put it on, "I hope to see Camorra's attitude in today's evening newspaper."
"Yes, Godfather. Your will is our direction!"
When following Abel out of the Camorra Manor, Giorno, who had watched a big show, had not yet come back to his senses.
That Camorra, whose reputation was enough to make a child stop crying, actually changed hands like this?
He seriously doubted whether this was a dream.
Otherwise, it would be too easy and a bit childish.
When getting into the car, Giorno couldn't help but asked, "Mr. Abel, after you killed so many of them, aren't you worried that they are actually pretending to offer their loyalty and then waiting for an opportunity to take revenge?"
Anyway, for Giorno himself, if he killed so many people, he would definitely not dare to continue to use the other party's people.
But Abel's answer was to laugh out loud, and then he patted Giorno on the shoulder and said in a joking tone: "Then just kill them all and replace them with a group of tool men, wouldn't that be enough?"
"As long as I can achieve my goal, I don't care who I use. If anyone wants revenge, just come to me."
"When the time comes, whether it's poisoning or assassination, as long as you think you can kill me in this way, I will welcome it at any time."
What a courage!
Giorno was shocked by Abel's answer for a moment.
But in fact, there is only one reason why Abel is so confident to pick peaches: absolute strength!
He was convinced that the weapons and armed forces controlled by these mafia could not threaten him at all.
In this case, why bother starting from scratch?
That is purely to make yourself uncomfortable.
"By the way, where's the pizza for you?"
After getting in the car, Abel asked as if he suddenly remembered.
Giorno, who was confused, said, "Here it is." Then Abel took it over naturally, opened the box, then picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
"Well, although it's a little colder, we can only make do with it for now."
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Giorno was speechless. Isn't this pizza his fare? Why did you bring it back to ask for it?
And I don’t know why, but seeing Abel eating so much, he really felt a little hungry.
Do you want to take a piece?
Just as he was hesitating, in the blink of an eye, Giorno noticed that there was only a small piece left in such a big box of pizza.
"Leave a piece for me!"
Giorno, who was really hungry, didn't care about being reserved anymore, and immediately reached out to grab the last piece of pizza, and it was the one with the most cheese and the richest texture.
It's a pity that no matter how fast he is, he can't be faster than Abel.
When Giorno reached out, the piece of pizza had already been stuffed into his mouth at lightning speed.
"Ah? What did you just say?"