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Italy, Palermo.

A convoy of luxury cars of various famous brands is driving on the wide and beautiful road, and the passers-by will cast envious eyes, but no one dares to take pictures at will.

When the convoy reached a certain intersection like this, the main car in the middle began to detonate, and then the front and rear of the convoy exploded at the same time.A series of changes happened in a flash, and after a short while, various sirens rang through the small half of the sky in Palermo.

"how?"

The man holding the binoculars had a triumphant smile on his lips, and when someone asked, he began to chatter like opening a floodgate, "That's my proudest work! You must know that the last time I installed it was When Moon Chaldea overhauls the car, as long as it doesn’t detonate, no machine can check its position!”

The sound of the piano fell to nothing, accompanied by a burst of lament from the master, "That's really amazing..."

"Of course! Blowing that hateful Chaldean leader to pieces is what the families of Palermo most want to do now!" The man with the telescope affirmed with high enthusiasm, he was sure of his performance ten by ten... ...Wait, piano sound?

After noticing this violation, he suddenly felt that his body had been nailed into the silk string without knowing it, and he only waited for the other end to be lifted, and it was instantly torn apart.

A few extremely short muffled sounds came from the rooftop, and were quickly submerged in the torrent of alarms.Blood was sprinkled all over the roof, but it could barely reach Tristan's shoe toes. He was wearing a snow-white coat, and he was not stained with any dirt. He just stood at the dividing point between clean and dirty.

"Ah..." Tristan tilted his head towards the void, "It's really a pity, I even forgot to ask which other families wanted to bomb our leader. However, everything is in the palm of that spider, It's not really important to ask or not... Oh, hurry up, or you won't be able to keep up with them."

Yaoxian disappeared in the air, and he used his mobile phone to call up the security personnel who followed him to deal with the following matters as instructed.

Even after struggling in the dark world for so long, the security personnel still had a vague look on their faces when they saw the tragic scene on the rooftop.

Since being recruited by the Chaldean family as a security force, until today they have witnessed the true face of the family they serve.

The legendary three-year-old leader, plus one of the guardians codenamed by historical celebrities, although the Chaldean family did end the situation where the Palermo Mafia was independent, but they saw more of the skills of the consultants outside the door .

The young leader asked them to abandon the convoy from the moment they got off the plane, and then sent Tristan out as an outpost.

It wasn't until the news of the accident in the convoy came that the security personnel realized that the leader was really your leader. They even tested every aspect of the vehicle before they set off, but no one expected that there would still be a bomb buried in it.

"T-Master Tristan." The security not only used honorifics, "Here..."

"I leave it to you, where is my car?"

Hearing him mention the car, the people next to him immediately picked up, "Our people downstairs are watching over you."

Tristan nodded and turned his footsteps slightly. Before everyone could react, he stepped directly to the edge of the roof and jumped lightly. The white windbreaker was opened like the wings of a seagull.

This height is nothing to the knights of the round table. After all, in the past, knights often played high-altitude downhill games.

The security guard who was guarding the bicycle painted in wine red was startled, and quickly handed over a map of Palermo, and then watched as his guardian pedaled the bicycle and turned into a shooting star on the street, chasing the large army .

That's right, the entire Chaldean family is riding bicycles on the streets of Palermo.

Because Pengo Lie was still training in the hotel, the three heroic spirits in charge of the kitchen, Emiya, Ben Yanmo, and Yuan Laiguang had to stay.

Although sabers have high and low riding skills, they can still easily command bicycles.Compared with them, Karna who is riding a is also able to handle it easily, and can run wildly with Moriarty all the way, while the divine weapon only needs to adjust its function, and it can perform Mesopotamia on the streets of Palermo anytime, anywhere. Damia overtaking legend.

"Sir Mordred, please take your hands and put them on the handles." Galahad reminded, counting his riding posture as the most correct on the round table.

Arms folded, the rebellious knight directly relying on skills to control the direction yelled: "It's too long-winded! Only you and Bedivere, the top students, can ride well!"

A golden lightning struck from behind, but thanks to Mordred's sharp eyes and quick hands, he controlled the bicycle to dodge before the front wheel was hit. She turned her head and pointed her middle finger at her brother, "Tch, little trick."

"Haha." The blond-haired and blue-eyed Sun Knight smiled slightly, and the phantom of the spinning victory sword appeared faintly on Yuxia's bicycle shell.

"Hey, is it necessary to do this!"

Gawain laughed even harder, "If I catch up to you, it will be a big disaster. Hurry up and run to the front, Mordred."

"Oh, since Gao Wenqing is so excited, I'll take part in one or two." Lancelot joined the stake, "It's a pity that Sir Tristan is still on mission, otherwise we can still discuss the ladies on the street... …No, I didn't say anything, Galahad, wait a minute, really."

Even though he was riding a women's bicycle, he still rode with a sense of nobility, walking at his own pace, and the front basket was filled with white roses presented by girls on the street.

Immediately behind the Knights of the Round Table were Karna and Moriarty's group.

"Everyone at the round table is really energetic. If you maintain this energy, the next thing must be much easier to handle. The problem lies in that." Moriarty turned around and greeted the two behind him as he spoke. , "How do you feel, myboy~"

"Boy is not very good." Squatting in the front basket of the bicycle with his knees hugged, Fujimaru Tatsuka's face was so pale that it made people feel distressed. He is 22 years old. When did he suffer this kind of grievance?

It's fine if he can't ride a bike, but Getia has to take him with him.

Getia had no riding skills, and riding a bicycle was no less than self-destructive. Then Moriarty found them an extra-large children's bicycle, the kind with two small rollers next to the rear rollers.

Gaitia was wearing white gold-rimmed casual attire. In order to prevent her hair from being entangled by the wheels, she had to tie it into a high ponytail.The two of them just swayed, swayed, like a grandmother stepping on ants, walking slowly on the street.

Fujimaru Tachika buried her head on her knees, and was already ashamed to look at it.

He was the one who proposed to give up the team, and he was also the one who proposed to ride a bicycle. I didn't expect that in the end it was self-inflicted.

A burgundy bicycle passed them slowly, and the sad son with long burgundy hair was standing on the seat of the bicycle, dancing Swan Lake for them under the clear sunshine of Palermo.

Fujimaru Tachika: ...Do it!

Tristan, you don't have riding skills, do you? !

Inspired by Archer, Getia was deeply encouraged, and began to run wildly at the speed of sending Fujimaru Tateka directly into the Temple of Time with an inspirational bicycle.

"Hahahaha, you are very motivated, then I should be a little more serious." After Enkidu finished speaking, he parked the car on the side of the road, then squatted down, with one hand on the ground and the other on the bicycle, the golden green magic power shone He said, "What is awakening now is the soul of the bicycle, crossing the streets and connecting the earth, I will walk with you, enumaelish (bicycle, hoping to surpass everything with speed)——!"

On the same day, there were rumors of cycling shooting stars on the streets of Palermo.

The itinerary to Italy this time was very tight. Basically, my family’s super villa hadn’t been finished yet, and Pengo Lie’s banquet was about to start there.

It was getting dark, and Pengo Lie's resplendent banquet hall was already crowded with people.

In the smoking area of ​​the terrace, there are sofas and coffee tables. The light of the night light penetrates through the glazed ceiling and casts its own unpredictable and blurred colored light on the ground.

Peng Lie was not the only protagonist in this banquet, so the topic inevitably shifted to the new family.

They knew everything they needed to know about the inside story of Palermo, and many seasoned colleagues were ashamed of the methods of the criminal consultant. However, regarding the entire family, the leaders had surprisingly consistent views.

Cut off the end of the cigar and filled the glass with wine, a certain leader lit a cigarette for himself while expressing his opinion, "Chaldea? It is indeed a good seed for the new family, but let a little devil It would be too violent to be the head of the family."

"The value of Chaldea lies in those guardians, oh, and the consultant outside the door." Another raised his glass, "The acquisition of Palermo is indeed a beautiful achievement."

"No. I bet not one of us takes things like value to ourselves."

The laughter on the faces of the leaders stopped, and they turned to look at the source of the sound.A green-haired man with impeccable figure and appearance stood there. The well-informed naturally knew his performance in the Marino battle, and secretly nicknamed him Violent Beauty.

An olive branch inlaid with blue gemstones is pinned to the collar of today's beauty, and in the middle is a round aquamarine of excellent color.It's weird that the mafia uses an olive branch as their national emblem. Do they expect the underground world to support love and peace?

"Oh, isn't this from the Chaldean family?" Someone laughed maliciously, "Why, if you're tired of brats, why don't you consider me?"

The beautiful green man held a plate and pondered for a while with a silver fork in his mouth. His eyes did not change from the beginning to the end, but occasionally because of the different angles, the green pupils would reveal some bright golden colors that were not human-like. .

"I see." Enkidu suddenly realized, his green eyes completely turned into golden, shining in the backlight, "I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm to you, but I think I have to make one thing clear—I want to be My master, everyone here is not qualified."

He was born in the age of myth and grew up in the cradle of human beings. He was originally a hero that was too old for human beings to be lucky enough to see.

Overwhelmed by the aura of the guardians, the leaders were about to explode, but they were concerned that this was Peng Geli's territory, so they had to sarcastically say: "... Tch, what a heartfelt dog."

I saw Enkidu waving towards the banquet hall, and a cute toddler with black hair and blue eyes ran over on short legs.

The golden ripples opened at his hand, and a complete chain fell into his hands. Enkidu wrapped one end around his neck, and then gave the other end to the young child to hold.

Enkidu responded slowly: "For a dog, this is the way to go, right?"