Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 384 Two Gunshots
"I advise you to give up the idea of ​​going in. I can't even see through the aura of a person in this building. I'm not sure if he has noticed me, but I suggest you leave quickly."

In the passenger seat of the Aston Martin convertible, the man with his eyes closed said lightly.

Pompey, lying on the steering wheel, quietly looked at the cathedral not far away under the night, where a funeral was held tonight, and his younger brother was lying in the coffin.

He didn't like this brother, because he was stubborn and stupid, not at all like him and their dead dad.

To be honest, there was a time when Pompeii doubted whether Frost was his own brother, but Papa said that Frost inherited his mother's genes, but Pompeii didn't think so, because his mother was not stupid, she was just stubborn, As long as the stubborn one decides on one thing, she will spend her whole life implementing it, just like she decided to marry the dead ghost father and be a good wife.

Frost's stubbornness is reflected in his loyalty to the family.

Pompeii taught Frost many times publicly and privately to know how to be flexible, and not to be unmarried for the rest of his life just because he said that his first girlfriend who had vowed to eachother died. Is it a trick for her to take off her clothes obediently and lie on the bed?

It's fine for a little girl to take it seriously, but why do you take it seriously?

Take another [-] steps back, people can't be blocked by themselves!

But this stupid brother not only blocked the door, but also welded the iron bars on the window.

Well, God can't open the window this time either.

He said he would dedicate the rest of his life to the family that gave birth to him and raised him, but in the end?

Was killed near Caesar's bedroom by the enemy who sneaked into Kassel?

Ridiculous, Pompeii could guess with his feet that Frost's death must have something to do with those moths in the family!

A fool who dedicated his life to the family, but was betrayed by the family, really deserves to be a fool.

"Could it be that the one inside is the Black King?" Pompeii said lazily with a slightly hoarse voice.

"No, it's the first generation I haven't seen before." The man whispered, "I can't see his depth, leave as soon as possible, you won't want to confront him."

"The first generation you haven't seen?" Pompeii pondered, "Brother Ao, the first generation you have never seen before, could it be the White King? The ones who entered just now seem to be Lu Mingfei and Uesugi Eri, and Uesugi Eri What she inherited is the blood of the White King, I suspect that she has already obtained the blood of the White King."

"A descendant of the White King?"

The man called "Brother Austria" was the resurgent body of King Arthur brought out by Pompey from the tomb in Western China.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I'm not talking about her, but another one."

"Lu Mingfei?" Pompeii narrowed his eyebrows, "In your eyes, is that child dangerous?"

"I can't see through him, that's the crux of the problem." The man paused every word, "I can't even tell if he's dangerous or not. Even Frixis can't give me that feeling."

"Could it be because you are incomplete now?" Pompei tentatively asked, "You also said that your current state is very wrong."

"...It's possible." The man muffled.

Pompeii patted him on the shoulder in relief, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a split soul, what a big deal, old O, you have to hold on, you are the hope of our mixed race!"

The man gave him a sideways look, and said coldly: "All those who were glib in front of me back then were dragged down and executed as traitors."

Pompeii stared wide-eyed and said: "The treacherous minister provoked you, and you treat the traitor like this? In the future, there will be no good fruit for you!"

"Your brother is dead, do you still have the time to fight with me?" The man frowned.

The guy next to him was very strange. He said that he had a detached personality, but he could see the cold-bloodedness in this person's bones. But if he turned a blind eye to the death of his own brother, it would be beyond the description of cold-blooded.

"Death is death, who in this world can't die?" Pompey leaned back on the seat and said lazily, "Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that death is nameless and has no meaning to this world. "

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's interesting. Death is not terrible. What's terrible is that our death can't change anything. Does your brother's death change anything?"

Pompei was silent for a while, and looked towards the hall not far away: "It's hard to say, I personally think his death is worthless, but as a result, my son seems to have grown up a lot because of his death."

"Your son?"

"Caesar Gattuso, my son, is sitting in there."

"Caesar?" The man narrowed his eyes and said, "You want him to be the Julius Caesar back then?"

"Those old guys really planned that." Pompey was surprised, "You also know Caesar?"

"There is a part of my memory that belongs to Arthur." The man whispered, "My state is very complicated. In a sense, I and Arthur have merged into one."

"I guessed it, that's why I gave you a new name, Odin Pendragon! Opan for short!" Pompeii grinned, showing his white teeth.

The man was silent for a while, as if he was sorting out his mentality.

"Aren't you going?" he urged.

"Let's go!"

Pompeii straightened his white suit, looked at the handsome man in the rearview mirror, sighed contentedly, started the car, and drove away.

"Dressed up carefully, and even went to buy a white dress, but left without even sending a flower?"

As soon as the car turned away from the cathedral and headed towards the suburbs, the man asked abruptly.

Pompei said angrily, "Aren't you the one who urged me to leave?"

"I'm not your father, why are you listening to me like this?" the man said flatly, "I'm curious about the relationship between you and your brother."

"Mr. Opan is so gossip?" Pompey said without turning his head.

"What does gossip mean?"

"Well, I'm particularly interested in other people's family affairs, and I go around asking for private information about other people's families."

The man nodded to indicate that he understood, and said calmly: "Then I am indeed gossip. The reason why I was able to instigate many first-generation species including the four monarchs to unite against the Black King was because I took advantage of the contradictions between them. , and this is directly attributable to my investigation of their disputes clearly."

Pompey was silent for a rare moment.

"This is not gossip..." Pompei thought for a while, "You figured out our family affairs, and then plan to instigate me?"

"Instigating against you?" The man shook his head resolutely. "I'm not interested in you. I'm just curious. I can feel the sadness in your heart, but you still have a playful smile on the surface. You seem to be a guy with a strong heart."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I won't tip you for it." Pompeii paused, "My relationship with Frost is quite complicated, sometimes I really feel ashamed of him, but sometimes I feel that this Anyway, the fool is being fooled by others, it is better to be fooled by me, at least my elder brother will not let him die."

"Ashamed of him?"

"Oh, I'm actually the head of the Gattuso family." Pompei said with a smile, "But these years, Frost has been helping me manage the family and paying attention to my son's growth."

"Just that?"

"Well, if you have to say it, you should kill our ghost father with your own hands." Pompeii said softly.

The man was surprised for the first time: "You actually killed your father? I didn't see it."

"No way, if you don't kill him, Frost and I can't live."

The car was driving at lightning speed on the roads of Milan. Pompeii drove on the road to Rome at the maximum speed. At this speed, he could reach Rome in less than two hours. He ignored the sirens on the side of the road. Left behind by him.

"Our dead ghost father is a bit stubborn." Pompeii shrugged, "After he knew the purpose of the elders, he directly refused, without any room for relaxation, and even threatened those old fellows if they insisted on using I, Frost, and even my future son's life are the cornerstone of the family's rise, so he will not hesitate to expose the secrets of the Gattuso family to the whole world and stop them."

The man nodded and said, "You told me about your family before. It sounds like you have a good father."

"That's right, my dead ghost father is actually pretty good. Except for being a little flirtatious and promiscuous, he is still very qualified to be a father." Pompeii said triumphantly, "I will let him do that!"

The man is silent.

"His choice is good, but he shouldn't say it." Pompeii suddenly sighed, "And why should it be exposed? Wouldn't it be enough to burn those old guys to death while they were sleeping? That's how he is. Brain-brained, saying that one must be upright in one's life and conduct one's work, and one must not follow ghost tricks."

The man was slightly surprised and said, "He's an upright monarch."

"What a lord." Pompey rolled his eyes. "Thanks to his uprightness, the elders took him down first, branded him a traitor, and then put the butcher's knife in my hands."

"And you killed your father?" the man asked.

Pompeii said indifferently: "If I don't do anything, I, Frost, and my mother will not be able to survive, and our family will be executed in secret. The dead ghost also realized this, so he begged me to kill him in a low voice. he."

The man nodded silently.

"I can't remember the specific situation." Pompey said lazily, "I don't want to recall, anyway, I killed him, and my hands were stained with my father's blood. The elders thought I had walked the 'right path. ', there is no turning back, they generously let me sit in the position of Patriarch and share the power with me."

"Does your brother know about this?"

"I don't know, I didn't tell him." Pompey said indifferently, "If I let him know about this, he will probably hate me for the rest of his life, right?"

"Why didn't you tell your brother about the threat from the Senators?"

"Tell him what he can do?" Pompey asked back, "He can't help me on this road, he only needs to dedicate himself to his family."

"Where are you going now?"

"Go to the monastery in Rome and meet the old guys."

"Elder?"

"Well, I haven't seen them for a long time, it's weird." Pompeii smiled.

The man glanced at him: "Are you going to kill someone?"

"The premise of killing people is that the other party is human." Pompei said sincerely, "Those old guys are not human anymore."

"Are you ready for a showdown?"

"No, so I'll only kill one tonight. It's a warning and a catharsis." Pompei said softly, "After my son was born, they actually had no way out. They couldn't treat me like my father. Because I gave birth to a good son."

"What about the rest of the guys?"

"Leave it to my son." Pompeii slammed on the accelerator, squinting his eyes, "He should be suffocating now, his relationship with Frost has always been very tense, but no matter how tense it is, it is our own family's business, and those gangs What's the matter with the old stuff?"

At this moment, the phone rang, interrupting the man from continuing to ask questions.

Pompeii held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at the phone screen.

"Hello, what's the matter with Patsy? If you mean the funeral, I've mourned for Frost across the road."

"Sir, I just received a regular text message from Mr. Frost. He asked me to tell you that the only ones in the family that can maintain the normal operation of the entire Gattuso family are you and me. "

then.

The man was surprised to see that Pompey fell into a long silence.

He hung up the phone, threw it in the back seat, didn't say a word, just stepped on the gas pedal, the engine roared, and his face was as hard as iron.

Until they arrived in a suburb of Rome from Milan.

Under the night, the old monastery is located under the ancient tree of Yinyin, and the convertible car brakes to a sudden stop in front of the monastery.

Pompey got out of the car without saying a word, went to the trunk of the car, took out a shotgun from it, and walked into the monastery majestically.

In the moonlit hall, twelve monk-like old men in white robes sat quietly on twelve chairs. The marble floor was so bright that they reflected their shadows.

They seem to have been waiting here for a long time.

"Pompeii, you..."

"boom!"

The man who was still sitting in the car heard the deafening sound of the shotgun, but he was thinking in his mind, why did that sentence bring such a drastic change to Pompeii?

At that moment, he could feel the real anger and sorrow emerging from Pompeii.

This man is not cold-blooded, he is just used to using a mask to disguise his true thoughts, but at that moment, something shattered the mask he lived on, revealing his true face to the world.

"boom!"

Another shot.

The man raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Pompey was indeed angry enough to break his original plan.

Based on his understanding of Pompeii in recent days, he could temporarily change his plan and cause inexplicable and uncontrollable changes to the original stable plan. This reason must be strong enough to touch his principles.

Shocked and angry roars came from the monastery, and the man listened attentively.

He loves this scene.

He really likes to see those corrupt people who think they are superior, and they show panic and gaffes when they face things that are not under their control. It's like a fake king pulling down the throne, showing a ridiculous face.

The iron gate of the monastery was pulled open.

Pompei, whose face was covered in blood, casually threw the shotgun in the grass beside him, and got into the car with a smile on his face again, leaving behind all the curses and threats.

"Brother Aopan, I just thought of a suspicious object. Should we brothers eliminate it? If the black king is not hidden in these old things, it is very likely that he is hiding among our allies."

Pompey started the convertible again, grinning.

The man looked at Pompeii's face covered in blood, smiled and said, "Of course, but before that, you have to answer me a question."

"What's the problem?" Pompei raised his hand, "I loved you, save me, save my mother."

The man said unmoved: "I want to know why that phone call made you change your mind and shoot twice."

Pompey did not answer immediately.

He slowly took out an aluminum tube, stuffed the cigar inside into his mouth, lit it, and the cigar smoke curled up, before he said, "You just asked me if Frost knew the truth."

"Yes, I did ask that. You said he didn't know, and you didn't tell him the truth."

"I take back the first half of my sentence." Pompei said lightly, "I did not tell him, but he seems to have discovered it himself."

The man squinted his eyes: "I see, he found something wrong with the elders, so in order to ensure your status these years, he secretly eradicated all the people who can manage the family. You said that the elders of your family cannot stay together for a long time. Outside the medical clinic, only you and the assistant who called you just now are left, and the elders can't do without you."

Pompeii was holding the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand was holding a cigar on the window.

He softly hummed an Italian folk song, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, drifting far away.

Is that all?
It seems far more than that.

At least, if Frost really noticed the abnormality of the senators early, then he needs to rethink his true intentions that he has been dealing with him, Caesar, and the senators all these years.

Frost's blunt face suddenly appeared before Pompey's eyes.

Still so stubborn.

He still looked at his brother like garbage.

still...

So firm and cold.

Pompey muttered softly: "This guy seems to love Caesar more than my own father, he is really a hopeless... idiot."

(End of this chapter)