Enthusiastic bosses never take dogs lightly

Risutenero squeezed the badge in his hand, looked at the bar in front of him with some confusion, and hesitated whether he should go in or not.

The bar signboard in front of him is very elegantly decorated, making him feel that this place should not be a bar, maybe it should be a teahouse, maybe it should be a coffee shop, but it always makes him feel that it doesn't look like a bar, at least not like what he saw in Sicily the bars I've been to.

Maybe that's the kind rich people go to?

He hesitated for a moment, but stepped forward and opened the shop door.

The wind chimes of "Dang lang lang lang" sounded, and the man behind the bar was lying there reading a book. Hearing the sound of the wind chimes, he lazily raised his head, "It's not business hours yet."

Risut said without hesitation: "I'm not here to drink." He walked forward and put the badge in his hand on the bar table.

The man dressed as a bartender froze for a moment, and put down the "Moon and Sixpence" in his hand, "Who gave you this thing?"

"A man named Aresi." Risut said calmly.

The bartender obviously didn't expect to hear this name. He paused for a moment, with a look of nostalgia on his face, "I didn't expect it to be Mr. Arlesi...OK, I see, it's no problem for you to join our organization."

As he said, he pushed the badge in Risut's direction, "I'm going to lock the door."

Risut took the badge and put it back in his pocket.

"Speaking of which, you are underage, aren't you?" The bartender obviously had good eyesight, and he didn't mistake Risut's age at all because of his height of 190 centimeters.

"No, I just came of age this year." Risut denied.

"That's great, after all, BOSS doesn't want minors." After closing the door, the bartender returned to the bar and began to mix drinks quickly, and quickly handed him a glass of Mojito with a very low alcohol concentration. "Come on, let's drink and chat."

"Thank you." Risut nodded in gratitude.

"Our organization is called Passion, and its base is Naples. The main territory is almost in southern Italy. Unlike ordinary mafia families, most of our organization is horizontal. The creed of the organization boss is to let capable There will be more people to do what he can do, so you won’t have too many cadres above you, but you will have a lot of colleagues.” The bartender said while cleaning the shaker glass, and after finishing the last sentence, he looked up and drank Risut, "How, is there anything you don't understand?"

"No." Risut is a Sicilian anyway, so he certainly understands the basic composition of a mafia family.

In Italy, the mafia is basically formed in the form of a family. No matter what the origin is, the old mafia that has been handed down to the present is basically a family, so this is also acquiesced.

However, this enthusiasm is a bit different. Mafia with a family structure usually has more levels, so it can be regarded as a vertical structure, but this enthusiasm is a type of horizontal development. Will call itself an organization rather than a family.

"But you don't complain about the name of our organization?" the bartender said with a smile.

"Well, is there something wrong with this name?" Risut showed a strange expression instead.

"No, it's nothing, I just think that the Italian mafia can do whatever they want when they name their families, organizations, etc." , Some are called enthusiasm like they are, some are called clams like the one next door, and even some are called flowers.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, Arresi, how is it now?" The bartender decided not to think about those strange bosses who didn't know what to do in their minds. Instead, he was a little curious about the situation of his former colleagues.

"I've only seen him once." Risut honestly told the whole process of meeting Arlesi after the murder.

"That's it..." The bartender showed a sad expression. He didn't care about Risut's murder. In fact, if he hadn't done something, this young man would not have been recommended by Arlesi. , "He still can't get out of that matter, but it's also..."

"Forget it, don't mention those sad things, as long as you know that guy is still alive and well." The bartender clapped his hands freely, "Let me tell you about the basic structure of our organization."

"Enthusiasm has basically four layers from top to bottom, the boss layer, the cadre layer, the squad leader below the cadres, and the grassroots personnel. Horizontally, it is roughly divided into three major departments, the combat department , the commercial department and the logistics department.” The bartender dipped his hands in some water and drew a structural diagram on the bar counter, “Needless to say, the combat department is dedicated to fighting, and the commercial department is mainly divided into obvious ones, such as my This bar, there are other messy stores, and on the road, such as casinos, red light districts, etc. The logistics department is the medical department and the research department. Oh yes, we organize a comprehensive anti-drug, especially combatants, Basically, if you see powder dealers, you will kill them."

Although Risut doesn't understand why some organizations are so, uh, "hateful" towards such transactions, it doesn't prevent him from understanding the taboos of the organization.

"You will understand this matter later." The bartender showed a mysterious smile, "In short, the powder dealers have caused us too much trouble, so now we just encounter one and kill one, by the way, the money on them, kill him People can take half of it directly."

"You were recommended by Alessi, he probably wants you to go to the combat department, but the current boss agent is only an elite type, and you will have to pass an interview with her before she will agree to you to go to the combat department. "The bartender confirmed that Risut had remembered everything, and then wiped off the water stains on the table.

"Her?" Risut couldn't believe it.

"Well, something is wrong with the boss right now, so the head of the medical department is acting as the agent of the boss." The bartender gestured and said, "Don't underestimate the doctor of the killing hospital."

"I see." Ritsu nodded.

"In two days, I will arrange for you to meet with the BOSS agent, and then she will arrange your work according to the actual situation of your assessment. You can take a rest at my place in these two days." The bartender said, looking for the boss from the counter. A pair of dark glasses came out, "Put these on, your eyes are very beautiful, but don't be caught by some inexplicable guy."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that Naples is different from Sicily. The forces here are more mixed. Anyway, welcome to Passion."

Diablo woke up in a rare way. He found himself sitting on a chair with a beach in front of him, and the voices of several young people came from the room behind him.

"That's why I said you can try to put this!"

"What the hell are you talking about, a margherita is supposed to have just tomato, cheese and basil!" Another voice retorted, "Everything else in a margherita is evil!"

"I think you can also try adding some shiitake mushrooms?"

"Evil way, you guys!"

Diablo stood up and turned around, and saw Dobbio and Gaccio in the kitchen who seemed to be planning to make a pizza by themselves, but there were some conflicts when placing the ingredients.

At this moment, Dobio was the first to discover the unusual behavior of his boss. He casually threw away the dough in his hand and ran out happily.

"Hey, Dobbio, you bastard!" Jiaqiu yelled angrily after the chef ran away and they were still doing a P.

"Of course the only one who can make Dobio react so strongly is the BOSS." Meloni discovered this early in the morning, and turned her head to look out the window.Although his right eye has been cured long ago, he still suffers from some minor ailments, so the second illness broke out in the past two years, so he simply put a blindfold on his right eye like the pirate captain in the movie. I feel that my appearance is a lot cooler all of a sudden, but this point is not uncommonly ridiculed by Jiaqiu.

"That guy is too frizzy, I really don't think he is bigger than us." Ticano on the side watched Dobio, whose hands were covered in flour outside the window, throw himself on Diablo, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Forget it, he's given up on himself since he found out that he hasn't grown a centimeter in height for two years in a row." Skiaro on the side took advantage of Jiaqiu not paying attention, put sausage on the pizza, and then stuffed it in in the oven.

Speaking of height, they have all been in the growing period in recent years, so their height has grown very quickly. However, only Dobiou, who was 1989 years old in 17 and now 1992 years old in 20, is still as tall as 17 years old. It's the same as when I was younger.

This made the few of them feel that Dobio is really a natural baby face, and at the same time increase the number of times they drink milk every day. None of them want to be like Dobio, who is already an adult but is always treated like a child. .

This group of teenagers—yes, they are all teenagers, the oldest Shikiyaro and Tichano are 16 years old, and the other two are only 14—when they look at Dobio, they don’t know why they regard him as one of them. The youngest one.

"Boss, it's great that you're awake!" Dobio hugged Diablo, who had been skinny for the past two years, with a bear hug.

Diablo, who was choked by the flour that was rushing towards him, looked at the young man in front of him and realized that his hands were full of flour, and started to slap his palms in a panic.

"Pfft, hahahaha." Diablo laughed in a very good mood, he stretched out his hand and touched the half of his head, "My lovely Dobbio, you are really too cute."

"B, BOSS, don't laugh at me!" The little boy couldn't help puffing up his face.

"Sure enough, BOSS is a fetish, right?" Looking at this scene, Jiaqiu couldn't help complaining.

"What stupid thing are you talking about? The two of them can tell by their hair color that they are relatives, right?"

"And Dobiou is an adult, he is a sophomore now, it has nothing to do with Tong."

Behind him, two voices immediately rang out to complain about him.

"Shut up, both of you!"