old dream

Chapter 38 Marizio
"Don't use your filth here, Arecio."

A low, hoarse old male voice.It came clearly from outside the door.

Colin had heard this voice several times, both in private and at five-handed high-level meetings.

The sound of perpetual pharyngitis is the result of an old custom.

Some Cynthia mothers think of their children as having their entire tonsil glands removed the first time they catch a cold.

As a result, the doctor's methods are often not very clever, and if there is a slight error, the child's voice will remain hoarse and dull all his life.

But just because the voice of the speaker outside the door is the same, some people unknowingly take this flawed guttural voice as a sign of seniority for an old-school gangster.Even some young people will deliberately mutilate their throats for this.

Did it come so quickly because he happened to be in this theater tonight?
The underground emperor of Nanstad for more than ten years, the "big boss", Marizio Caruso.

The two men under "Mangy Dog" who were originally guarding the door were now all weak and involuntarily stepped aside.

Arecio smiled and seemed to be glad that he was saved.

Marizio entered the room, with a beard but not a high profile, his clothes dull and old, with the manners and habits of old Nare.

It seemed that a woman was following behind him.Because her robe was loose and she wore a mask, her gender could only be identified by her overly white and delicate hand.

That hand was exposed because it was holding the glass block taken from Arecio with three fingers.

She is not wearing a gun, but a thin sword.For people of this age, it's somewhat nondescript.But her whole person exudes a sharp breath, which makes all gunmen dare not move rashly.

"Don Marizio," said Luca, looking at the visitor.

"Don Luca." Marizio nodded in return.

"I'm ashamed because this happened in my place."

Marizio looked sadly at the cluttered room. The beaten-up decorations were all from his own aesthetic taste, carefully crafted bit by bit.

Colin saw that on his hand there was only a signet ring with his own name engraved on it.

This is imitating the custom of the ancient Emperor Nare.And this theater will be named "House of Nare", presumably because of Marizio's nostalgia for the ancient empire that has passed away.

Marizio's name should be the most familiar to ordinary people among the five patriarchs.It is said that even an alcoholic will curse his name unconsciously when he falls asleep on the street.

Because this bastard's subordinates are always elusive.I heard that even when a neighbor played a little poker gamble in his kitchen, Marizio's people would pop up out of nowhere, taking one Ori's tap at a time.

These little things are actually proving that he has the most profound and close control over the Cynthili community, and his extensive intelligence network composed of countless informers.

"Hold it all down, my children," he said, with emperor-like mercy:

"I like this place, even if it keeps losing money, I don't want it to be dirty."

"So, there will be no more deaths tonight."

"I agree," Luca said.There will be no deaths tonight, but tomorrow morning, no one of the few gunmen is still breathing, and without Luca's shot, Marizio's people will do it.

"Mangy" A'angzo wanted to die with the people in the room, but his subordinates had no intention of obeying his orders.

"Mind" Nevio had been in their minds for too long.But they had heard that Nevio was scolded by Marizio mercilessly at the meeting. The process was not like a dialogue between the two patriarchs, but like a teacher teaching a dull disciple.

Before these people walked out of the room, Colin said to them from a distance: "Send a word for me, just say Julio, ready to inherit everything from her father."

"Mangy" looked back at him hatefully.Aangzo himself would rather die than pass on these words, but his subordinates would inevitably talk a lot about people.

Then they died en masse in the early hours of the next morning, which became the most powerful announcement of Julio's return.

Out of instinct, they didn't choose to shoot in the end, they entered in confusion, and left in confusion.Not knowing that he has brushed past death several times, and in any case, the end is doomed.

Marizio was sadly examining the damage to the room, as if a patriarch of five hands was wounded and bleeding, not as painful as the bullet marks on the marble ledge.

The outcome of the confrontation between Capello and Cestalo was also less important than the destroyed paintings in the room.

Hearing Colin's voice made him look back.

"You're here too, Dallozzo boy."

Marizio valued Craigie Dallozzo very much, and once donated a sum of money to him.

Because he himself had a considerable degree of education, and believed that Craigie's achievements proved that the Cynthilis were not inferior to the Ankhs in intelligence.

But Colin still couldn't get used to what this man called "Dallozzo's boy".

"For convenience in the future, why don't you call me Colin or something."

"No, I wouldn't call you that," Marizio said.

"I don't blame you for having the Ankh name, it's your parents' fault after all. But I don't want to hear that name again."

"Because this is a disgraceful proof that the Naretes have bowed their knees to foreign countries."

Stubborn Narete complex and arrogance to judge everything like an emperor.

"Cestalo's patriarch meets Capello's lampkeeper. I don't know what you are discussing, but I won't ask." Marizio said:

"Do as you think. Capello, who has lost Nevio, is indeed not suitable to stay in the position of five hands."

"I care more about another thing than Capello right now," Luca said:

"I didn't expect to meet you tonight, so let me ask by the way: It's been almost a week since Prohibition was enacted. Is it time to show your attitude?"

Everyone has seen the profits that bootleg wine may bring, and the people below are eager to move, but there is no signal from the patriarch level, and no one dares to act rashly, but their patience is limited.

Colin pricked up his ears involuntarily, because this matter would have a huge connection to him.

"Well, you're right," Marizio said:

"I've been discussing this with people these days, but my family alone can't make up my mind."

"At the patriarch meeting in two days, the five of us will discuss in detail together. But I can guarantee that a decision will be made within this week."

At this time, no one can be sure of the strength of the Confederate authorities' push for prohibition.And when the decree falls on the level of the Principality and the City of Stade, it will be a little more serious and a little deal with it.

Because Marizio has the closest contact with the authorities, everyone needs him to get the most accurate signal.Then the patriarchs could further decide what attitude the Five Hands should take towards the rising moonshine industry.

Within just a week of Prohibition, the underground moonshine market has sprouted from several booze robberies and has fallen into a situation where outlaws are rampant.

If the five hands officially decide to participate in the bootleg wine business after the patriarchal meeting, then the current chaos will soon be smoothed out and consolidated, and a relatively stable order will be established in the underground liquor market.

Because only in this way, it is possible to make the whole plate bigger and bring them stable and predictable profits.

These days, Colin has been looking forward to that moment.

(End of this chapter)