old dream

Chapter 226 The Ghost of the Old Era

That night, Ke Lin followed Enzo to the outskirts of the city and met with the four gunmen pretending to be tax officials.

All four wore borrowed uniforms.In the pocket is the leather-wrapped certificate, which has been imitated without any flaws.Two of them also wore elegant gold-rimmed glasses, and pinned the emblem of fire and trees on their necklines.If he hadn't known in advance that they were hiding guns and blades, Colin would have thought that they were high-paid employees of the principality authorities.

Enzo briefly introduced Colin as the new head of the operation.After they entered the Marizio building, everything must follow Colin's command.

They are all people who take money to do things, and the four desperadoes did not show any unconvinced resistance.This is their luck, otherwise Colin would definitely teach them a profound lesson.

Ke Lin checked their shooting and fighting skills one by one. They were not top-notch, but they were enough to rival first-class "soldiers".If you just need to escort him out of the scene, this is more than enough.

"The plan is advanced, and it is expected to start within three to five days." Colin said succinctly.

The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and it was a good thing for them to get the reward in advance.

"I'll point out who Marizio is then," said Colin.

"You just have to remember to shoot whoever I point to."

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It had been raining continuously for several days, and when the car door was opened, the damp and cold air slapped directly on Colin's face.

Every street in Stade smells of cast iron and soot as homes turn to fireplaces, turning it into a misty leaden haze.

Marizio's new office is a yellow brick building with only two floors.The second floor was actually empty all the time. After all, the scale of the trading company was not as large as it appeared on the surface, and it was just used to bluff and avoid people's eyes and ears.

Colin put his hand on the handle of the brushed metal door and sighed slightly.Before he came, he had decided not to use witchcraft on Marizio and Caruso's people.

Whether it is considering the rules of the "hometown", Luca's needs, or the deteriorating spiritual rejection in himself, it seems that this should be the case.

Try not to, at least until your life is really threatened.

After making up his mind, he pushed open the metal door, and first saw the flooded black and white tiles on the floor, and the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling like a waterfall.The few people in the building, except for the lady at the front desk who has a little sense of professionalism, the other "staff" all have fleshy faces and are sitting around playing some kind of card game.

Several strong men noticed Colin coming in, and of course they recognized the visitor as Marizio's chosen heir.In the riots caused by the "Boer Brotherhood" not long ago, they also fought side by side.

It is normal for the next patriarch to come to understand the situation in advance, and logically these people should not doubt themselves.But Colin vaguely felt that their eyes were a little strange, but it might just be an illusion, because they didn't say anything, and took Colin directly to the meeting room where Marizio was.

There were hot coals burning in the room, and Marizio sat behind a long oak table, surrounded by four or five others.Two of them are obviously bodyguards, and the other three are potbellied and long bearded, and may be senior leaders of the Caruso family.

They were talking about something, but they were interrupted by Colin's crisp knock on the door, and they looked at the door together.

"Oh, Colin, I'm just talking about you." Marizio stood up to greet him and said:
"The assistants are having a headache, discussing how to safely hand over the Caruso family to you, but they are arguing about some details. Now that you are here, it will be easy to talk about it."

"...I don't remember agreeing to take over your position," Colin said.

Unexpectedly, the other party dared to mention this matter, and Ke Lin's tone unconsciously carried anger again:

"Are you going to make the decision for me, Marizio? Do you understand what you're doing?"

"I understand, but it's certainly not what you think."

After saying this, Marizio had a hearty smile on his face which was rare.It seems that the gloom since the hostility with Luka has been swept away:
"I should thank you for taking my face into consideration and not interrupting me on the spot at the meeting the day before yesterday." The big boss said:
"Because of this alone, my goal has been achieved."

"For what purpose?"

Regardless of today's circumstances, it seems impossible for Marizio to survive.

Even if the assassination fails, he will be destroyed by Luca in the subsequent gang war.Colin couldn't think of anything else worth plotting like this.

"Try to stop Luca from becoming the next 'big boss'," Marizio said.

Luca?That's all?

"Why?" Colin asked without knowing why:
"... Luca, what's wrong with him?"

Because he is a refugee?Or is it because of the redstone business?
"Luka is fine, no matter what he thinks of me. Before Prohibition, I almost thought he was my successor." Marizio recalled:

"And the 'home' seems to favor him too."

When Capello's civil strife was pending, the "hometown" simply gave him the position of the five hands.But with the absolute strength of Chestalo in Stade at that time, in fact, he could not reach this level.

Marizio seems to look away from somewhere far away:

"I'm not targeting Luka, more precisely, preventing anyone but you from becoming the big boss..."

"What do you mean?"

Colin frowned, even more puzzled.

Why has Marizio been so obsessed with holding five hands for no reason?

Colin even wondered if Marizio had misunderstood something, such as thinking of himself as his lost illegitimate son.

"Because it stays in your hands, so you won't run bootlegs." Marizio said in a low voice.

After all, the entire bootlegging market in Stade was originally yours.

And you also have enough power to suppress the dissatisfied voices of the patriarchs.

"You must be wondering why I'm always against Five Hands getting involved in bootlegging," Marizio said:

"Actually, I haven't received this kind of request from anyone, not from Anhe people, nor from my hometown. Even most of them told me that this is the tide of the times. If everyone is going in the same direction, what do you think It can't be stopped. But I still intend to stop it, just for a reason that sounds stupid..."

He was silent for a while, then said calmly:
"Because in my opinion, if Five Hands switches to bootlegging, it means abandoning the 10,000+ Sincilians in Stade."

"I cannot accept this betrayal."

At this time, footsteps came from the entrance of the small office building.The brushed metal door was opened, and someone walked in. The voices were heard to be several tax officials.It also happens to be the time to pay taxes this month.

Marizio glanced in that direction, but didn't pay much attention, but continued:

"The five hands depend on them to live. This is a balance that has been maintained for hundreds of years. There may be some unsatisfactory places, but at least it can barely operate."

"In this system, we have to be careful with our reputation. Of course there are bad people, but those who get the most benefit are often those with the best word of mouth. This secret was told to me by the old Fabio Capello, and I have been doing it all the time. Yes. I’ve spent decades testing it out, and it’s true.”

"The Ankh have authorities they can count on, the Sincilians have nothing but us. How will this abandoned community function if the Five Hands turn entirely to bootlegging?"

The old order withers, and the new rules will revolve entirely around bootlegging.A small number of people are absorbed into the industrial chain, while most people fend for themselves in the chaos.It would be a moss-like wet and sprawling slum, a purely dirty place, reminding Colin of certain urban areas in South America in his previous life.

"If this is the era, then I don't think I will ever get used to it." Marizio smiled.

Maybe it wasn't out of any good intentions, it's just that he couldn't get out of the old system.After decades of mediating grievances and grievances in the chapel, it has become difficult to leave them, and I don't know how to treat each living person as a stepping stone to bootleg profits.

"Maybe Luca won't abandon them?" said Colin:

"He's not the heartless type."

"It has nothing to do with what Luca thinks," Marizio said:

"Just like I chose you, not because I think your character is so noble."

"Because in this position, do you think you are the one who makes the decision?"

Just as the Caruso family wants to stop bootlegging, it will be destroyed by other patriarchs.If most Sincilians had nothing to do with profit, no one would care if they lived or died.

If Luka wants to stem the tide, he's the next Marizio to be jettisoned.

"Don't think you can decide many things." Marizio said bleakly:
"We're just ghosts."

　Just happened to change the editor, and now I haven't added Q, and I don't have to ask for permission, so the revised one hasn't been updated yet.

　　The character is stuck, although I haven't thought about the copywriting yet, you can go to like it first!

　　Break for too long, recover today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)