Constantine was very busy.
Seeing him stride out through the castle gates carrying the cold scent of blood, the commander hurriedly straightened up and waited for the Praetorian Guard to issue orders to the Fimbulwinter First Secret Regiment. "Don't be so nervous, Captain Andrew." Constantine's genetically sculpted handsome face showed a hint of pleasure at seeing an acquaintance. As an ordinary man who had participated in the Fimbulwinter Campaign and performed well, Constantine did not mind showing a little more kindness, especially toward someone as superhumanly brave as Andrew. Although Constantine also knew that Andrew had been scared out of his wits at the time and had no idea what he was doing, that did not stop Constantine from encouraging him to continue contributing to the sovereign's cause.
"You may begin your work," said the Praetorian Guard. "I have other duties."
"Of course, my lord." Andrew saluted, then turned and ordered the Fifth Intelligence Squad and Sixth Assault Squad of the Fimbulwinter First Secret Regiment, which had been waiting there, to begin carrying out the plan. They would start with the survivors in the castle who had not attended the meeting, taking over all the intelligence and operations of the two Mafia families. A Mafia organization that was essentially subordinate to the City of Immortals would arise, with puppets appointed by Constantine performing on the stage while manipulating the Italian government by taking over the economic crimes of the new-generation Mafia—stricter rules of silence, stronger and better-trained armed personnel, greater financial influence brought by the additional funding provided by the Fimbulwinter First Secret Regiment, and greater influence over votes.
Of course, many businesses that should not exist would be eliminated as well. Drug trafficking, human smuggling, and other crimes that the supreme sovereign of the City of Immortals could not