Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 35 Bugarati Squad (recommendation ticket requested)
Although Diablo thought he was in control of the situation, in the end, Scribe was killed at gunpoint just as "Rolling Stone" predicted.

"destiny."

"Is it really impossible to resist?"

In front of these two extremely heavy words, Diablo foresaw his own death.

no matter what you do it's futile
We are all slaves to fate
Scrippie's pessimistic words kept echoing in his mind, making him uneasy.

"No!"

"The "Emperor" is me, Diablo!Still never changed! "

Diablo gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes sparkling with infinite fire:

"What about fate?"

"Since fate has destined me to die soon, then I will smash this damn fate with my own hands!"

At this moment, he couldn't help but start to think about a question:
Why does "Rolling Stone" show his fate of imminent death? Something can threaten him, the dark emperor who has been invincible for more than ten years.

"Li Qing."

Diablo immediately thought of this bald man who suddenly broke into his low-key life.

"Scrippie seems to have said that it was around eight o'clock this morning that The Rolling Stones suddenly sensed the fate of his and me's imminent death. "

"Around eight o'clock in the morning."

"Isn't that when that damned bald man appeared in my room?!"

"Yes. At that time."

"My Diablo's destiny has been changed!"

At this moment, the strange oriental name 'Li Qing' suddenly became a poisonous snake entangled in Diablo's heart and refused to leave.

Diablo no longer thinks that he is just a disgusting sewer rat, and no longer regards him as a bug that can be easily strangled - Li Qing has become his destined enemy, the one he must kill nightmare!
"It can't go on like this any longer."

"I must use all means and mobilize all the forces I can to kill this bald man as soon as possible!"

Diablo thought so.

Before that, he only mobilized the most trustworthy members of the pro-guards to attack Li Qing because he was worried that information related to his stand-in ability would be leaked to those organization cadres whose loyalty was doubtful.

But now, Diablo can no longer take care of that much.

He knew that he had to take some small risks, mobilize all the forces that the Passion organization could mobilize in Naples, and wipe out this old enemy of fate before it rose.

Of course.
One's true identity and stand-in ability must not be exposed.

If those organization cadres heard something they shouldn't have heard when dealing with Li Qing, then...
"Today." Diablo's mysterious pupils of yellow and green blended with a chill gradually: "I'm afraid many people will die."

Deep in the prison of Naples, the VIP suite.

Yes
In this prison for serious prisoners, there is actually a VIP suite with proper decoration, complete facilities, Internet access, phone calls, refrigerator, TV, fresh food supply, and 24-hour waiters (prison guards).

The person who lives here is Polpo, an organizational cadre of the Passion in charge of local affairs in Naples.

A clue can be seen from this visibly unruly VIP suite.
The reason why he lives here is not because he was caught for a crime, but because he wants to live here.

As a prominent figure in the Passion organization, the entire Naples prison, no, the entire city of Naples is Polpo's territory.

The big tree attracts the wind, and while Boerbo has great power, he also provokes endless enemies for himself.

Instead of taking the risk of living outside, it is better to live directly in a prison that is heavily guarded at all times.

Anyway, for Polpo, going to prison feels like going home. The feeling in prison is much better than at home. Everyone is his little brother, and they speak nicely.
"Come on!"

"Come here quickly. I have important orders!"

Polpo shook the bell in the room, calling the prison guards to come to serve him like a hotel attendant:

Soon, a well-dressed female prison guard with a serious expression opened the door and entered:

"Lord Polpo?"

"Any orders?"

She obviously looked like an upright and dignified policeman, but she recognized Polpo, the criminal, as the boss immediately.

Polpo was not at all procrastinating either.

This [-] to [-] meter tall fat man with a body shape like a giant bear who ate Hesse before hibernation and raised fat all over his body, slowly stood up from his luxurious sofa.

He looked down at the female prison guard:
"The first thing is to open the door and prepare the car. The boss has an order, and I will do it myself this time."

"The second thing is to inform all the members of the organization in Naples, especially those gangsters at the outermost edge of the organization who are responsible for collecting street intelligence:"

"Let them use all means to hunt down a bald oriental man named 'Li Qing' throughout the city."

"The third thing."

Bo Erbo paused slightly, and specifically instructed:
"Inform the Bugarati team and tell them that the organization needs their strength now."

Naples, a seemingly ordinary tea restaurant.

This is actually the permanent base of the Bugarati team.

The Bugarati squad is a combat squad under Bolbo's command consisting of stand-in messengers, responsible for maintaining the underground order in Naples, and doing some dirty work by the way.

Of course, say the squad
In fact, there are only three people in total now, and they are basically minors:

18-year-old Bruno Bucciarati.

14-year-old Pannacorta Fogg.

Naranja Gilka, 15.

Although these three people are too young, but as the highest combat power that Bolbo trusts most, their own strength is of course beyond doubt.

However, this number is still a little less.

The leader of the team, Bugarati, has also been selecting suitable substitute messengers to enrich his team.

And today, it happened to be the time for a newcomer to join the team:
"Leo Apache, 19 years old."

"You used to be a policeman?"

"Hey, it's not appropriate to leave a good policeman, why did you come to join us in gangsters? Are you here to be an undercover agent?"

Looking at the team newcomer named Apache who had just introduced himself, Fuge, who was a little short-tempered, was the first to question.

At this time, Captain Bugarati was outside to answer a phone call from the boss temporarily.

The responsibility of "getting to know each other" with the newcomers naturally fell on Fuge, who was only 14 years old and was the second veteran to join the team.

"19 years old?"

"Older than Bucciarati. Older than me"

"One, two, three, four, four years old!"

"One, two, three older than Fugo"

The 'genius child' Naranja, who didn't add any skill points to mathematics, wrenched his fingers and seriously counted the age gap between the newcomer Apache and them.

Of course, no matter what Naranja is doing.
He didn't even look at the so-called newcomer.

"Is it for the newcomers to show off?"

"It's really boring."

Apaki twitched the corners of his lips unobtrusively, and turned to answer Fugo's question calmly:
"What I should say, I told Bucciarati before joining the team."

"That's right. I used to be a policeman. I left the police force for some reason, and now I'm going to change my job to be a gangster."

"As for whether I am an undercover agent?"

"Ha ha."

He shrugged helplessly and said with a smile:
"I knew when I was a police officer that this country called Italy is rotten from the inside out."

"The so-called 'police force', isn't it a branch of you mafia?"

"Who am I lying under?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Hearing this, Fugo immediately restrained his irritable temper, and laughed exaggeratedly:

"Just kidding, I'm just kidding."

"You are a newcomer here, we must take care of you!"

"Come!"

"Drink this cup of tea first, and you will be your own people from now on!"

After speaking, Fugo stood up from the table, and poured a cup of steaming black tea for Apache in a harmonious voice.

then
In front of Apache, he leaned over and picked out a ball of black mud from under his leather shoes, threw it into the teacup, and stirred it with his fingers along the way.

"come!"

"Apaki, drink it!"

Fuge pushed the cup of tea that had been stirred black to Apache, with a smile on his face.

"Cut pediatrics."

"All organizations have means to welcome newcomers. Now it seems...compared with the police force, you gangsters are not black enough!"

Apache made no secret of his disdain.

As he spoke, he casually picked up the cup of freshly baked muddy water and drank it without changing his face.

"No way"

"Did he really drink it?"

Both Fugo and Nalanja were stunned by this move.

"What a ruthless character."

"With this kind of guy in the team, the newcomers who join in the future must be very sad, right?"

Seeing Apache's proficient performance in the "reception for newcomers", they couldn't help but worry about the newcomers who might join the team next.

At this time, Bugarati came back from the phone call.

This man, who is only 18 years old, always exudes a special temperament like an adult, who is as calm as an adult, and like an elder, when he talks to his own people:

"Apaki."

"How is it? Are you getting along well with Fugo and Naranja?"

"pretty good."

Apache said lightly: "These two 'little' seniors are very good at taking care of people."

"That's good"

Buccarati turned suspicious eyes back and forth on the guilty faces of Fugo and Naranja, but in the end he didn't say anything more:
"Now that everyone knows each other, let's get to the point!"

"Things are a little sudden, but"

"Apaki."

He took a special look at the newcomer who had just joined the team: "Your first mission after becoming a gangster has come."

"Oh?"

Apache asked with great interest: "What is the mission?"

Bugarati took a deep breath and slowly replied, "Kill."

(End of this chapter)