The plane finally stopped slowly on runway Guangdong-Hong Kong International Airport.
The previous stop was Sicily.
Gambino Family.
Gambino Family, New York is one of the five gangster families. Italy also has a prominent position.
Italy There are more than a hundred recorded families, large and small, and large families account for about one-third. Each family is connected through a committee. The committee has great power and can kill people within the sphere of influence of any family without notifying its family members.
There is also an 11-member organization above the committee called "Eleven-Man Committee". Eleven-Man Committee is above all families and is the highest authority of the Mafia.
Gambino Family holds a seat on the Council of 11 and has held the highest position among the 11 - Godfather.
The spokesperson of the Gambino Family in High Table is its core member--Jamie. Vato. Grevino.
Jamie is an old-school person who strictly abides by the precepts of the Mafia. He does not accept any coercion that damages the family's reputation and interests.
Coercion?
Mike is speechless. Can't you see how kind and considerate his proposal is? It only requires one billion US dollars plus a small amount of compensation.
Mike had to add 15 rounds of ammunition to the list of losses, and then visited Gambino Family godfather Paul. Gotti that night.
This godfather, who has experienced strong winds and waves, has a calm expression and stern eyes.
He said: Jamie died dedicated to his family and will receive a decent funeral.
The inheritance will be distributed properly.
The widow will definitely receive considerate care, and even sex life will be taken care of for her.
Then we will arrange other members to take over Jamie's position in High Table as soon as possible, and hope to gain Mike's understanding with a positive vote.
Mike highly praised Paul as a wise elder. Under his leadership, Gambino Family will surely reach a higher level and create new glory and history.
Then he removed the muzzle of the gun from Paul's temple.
The atmosphere is friendly and warm.
Mike said "good night" in a friendly way, then came quietly and left quietly without taking away a single cloud.
In the darkness, Paul. Gotti smashed his most beloved vase against the wall, alerting the bodyguards.
"I'm fine." Paul. Gotti suppressed his anger, his tone was hoarse and dignified, just like usual.
He motioned to the bodyguard not to come in.
It's no use coming in. These fools didn't even notice that their employer was touched on the bedside.
Count on them?
Paul got up and opened the closet. There was a secret door leading to the secret room. He opened the safe. In addition to various fake shields, gold bars, bearer bonds, property ownership documents, etc., there was also an old-style mobile phone.
This phone has two speed dials. The first is to convene an emergency meeting at Eleven-Man Committee. The second is to obtain permission to mobilize a special firing squad.
After thinking about it, Paul sighed, put his phone back, and locked the safe.
suddenly.
Paul found an extra piece of paper on the table next to me.
Cheap paper business cards.
Paul My hands and feet are cold.
Next stop--Guangdong-Hong Kong.
The stewardess in the special class cabin had an excellent service attitude. She asked Mike if she needed anything in a soft voice. When she brought the red wine, there was a note with the hotel room number and mobile phone number underneath.
What's embarrassing is that there are three such notes. These state-class flight attendants are all carefully selected Latina beauties. It's hard to distinguish between them, so Mike can't make a choice.
It's really a happy trouble.
How about four people scoring 80 points?
As for air combat?
Forget it, it's not a private jet.
When the plane was about to land, all the colored thoughts disappeared, and Mike actually had a feeling of "fear of being close to home".
Mike jumped off the last step of the gangway, crossed his legs, raised his hands and shouted, "I'm coming!"
Most of the eyes that were attracted were kind, and a few looked like they were looking at fools.
Mike doesn't care.
I have mixed feelings.
Airport Terminal 1, Mike was eating egg waffles and wandering around.
Two black cars with thick lines were parked at the exit.
A handsome and sharp middle-aged man with gun gray stripes.
Intellectual brunette woman in khaki trench coat.
A bald man with wandering eyes.
China A handsome young man in traditional white Tai Chi suit.
Logically speaking, such a group of people should be very eye-catching, but other tourists turned a blind eye.
"It seems that they are waiting for me specially." Mike walked over.
Don't know who it is.
By no means an ordinary person.
The middle-aged handsome guy did not stand and wait. Instead, he stepped forward to greet us, smiled, stretched out his palm, and said in English: "Hello, I am S.W.O.R.D. Zheng Xian, welcome to Guangdong-Hong Kong."
The first impression I gave Mike was good.
In this time and space, China is a superpower that can compete with United States. It independently formed S.W.O.R.D. and has a hollow Ring-shaped mobile air fortress - "Ring". There are analysts, operators, maintenance technicians, field agents and other elites. More than 150,000 people are stationed in it, equipped with sixteen air battleships and a scientific department.
Its existing superhero team - "Dynasty", and the future "God-Sealing".
As the saying goes, reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Mike stretched out his palm and said in Chinese: "Hello, I am Mike. Tang. I am here to do some errands and travel by the way."
Two strong hands holding together.
This scene was photographed by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s spies and passed to Director Black Egg. According to completely unverifiable information, Director Fury bit a pink handkerchief and stabbed a scarecrow named "Zheng x" to pieces.
Zheng Xian: "I wonder if a friend has come from afar... Can Mr. Zheng do his duty as a landlord?"
"Isn't it "If a friend comes from afar, he will be killed no matter how far away"?" Mike joked, "Well, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."
"Haha, Mr. Tang is so funny." Zheng Xian laughed heartily, and then introduced three subordinates: Li Hongying, Sun Yisheng, Shi Wenyan.
"Mr. Tang, do you have any plans next?"
"The guest can do as he pleases."
Mike got into one of the cars, Shi Wenyan, that is, the young man in Tai Chi suit tore off a yellow talisman from the railing.
The spell radiates spiritual power.
It's not something to fool people.
Noticing Mike's gaze, Zheng Xian said calmly, "This is "Idle People Keep Away Talisman" from Penglai. It's a small trick to avoid unnecessary onlookers and attention."
Penglai?
Okay, Kunlun is there, what's so strange about Penglai?
Zheng Xian said, "Wen Yan is a martial artist from Penglai."
"Oh." Mike glanced at Shi Wenyan.
This man had a faint hint of hostility towards him.
Did you offend him?
Or is he born to hate seeing others handsomer than him?
"Stop!" Mike suddenly shouted.
Pull over.
Mike got off the bus and when he came back, he had an extra serving of spicy fish eggs bought from a small stall.
"Sorry, sorry, I've been wanting to eat this kind of snack for a long time. Would you like some too?"
A few minutes later.
"Stop!"
When we arrived at Peninsula Hotel, Mike had red bean bowl cake in the left hand and pineapple buns in the right hand. We also packed a bowl of chicken wings, roasted goose in the typhoon shelter, fire duck wings, wonton noodles, Temple Street beef offal, and fried spicy crabs under the bridge.
Zheng Xian:"..."