[JOJO] They all say that there is no such disease as juvenile dementia!

After the matter with Yoshikage Kira was over, I dropped out of school and went back to Italy with Prosciutto and the others.But I always feel that there is a psychological shadow. How can someone say to others before dying... boki?

This sentence was so powerful that I didn't dare to say it to Proxieter.

Life in Italy is extremely comfortable now. In terms of economy, how poor can a cadre be?There are five cars in our group. Isn’t it normal for each person to have a small house?

"What do you want to buy?" Proxiet put his arms around me.

We were shopping for furniture, and he bought a three-story house to live with me.

"No, you look at it and buy it. I like everything you buy."

"can."

I grabbed his arm and said, "Don't even think about the things over there."

"I think that enhances our emotional connection."

"Sex toys?"

Proxiet took it for granted, "That's right."

"Use it yourself!"

Most of the time it is relaxed, and of course the life of a gangster cannot be described as safe and happy.What's more, I am not only a killer in "Enthusiasm", but also a direct member of the Gambino family.

There are many types of drugs, from the first drug to the later drug, and now there are soft drugs in the United States, and doctors can prescribe them for you.Mexico, where I live, is a paradise for drugs. Ever since the seedless drug was cultivated, Mexico has become a holy land for all drug lords.

Drugs are very profitable. Although smuggling is not as easy as it was a few decades ago, as long as the route is established, it will become the most profitable business in the gang.

Of course, I didn't say I like drugs. The gangs have clear rules, only smuggling and never smoking.If our family hadn't grown up in Mexico, we would never have touched drugs, no one wants to touch something that will ruin everything for you.

I hung up and there was news from Dad that the two Gambinos were out of reach, they were in Italy to talk about the drug circuit business.I brought a lot of samples, but if I couldn't get in touch, it was basically dead.

Our family is only responsible for discussing export issues. We brought samples to discuss transportation details. Obviously someone is eyeing those samples...

"Tsk." I walked out of the room and knocked on the door of Hormaggio's room. He knew the people under his command better.

Hormaggio appeared in front of me with a cat in his arms, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Don't you like the leisurely life?"

"Whose place is there from the airport to us?"

"Be good... Be good..." Holmaggio comforted the cat and said, "The airport, it's Bolbo's. He's not going to take over the drug business recently, even the port is given to him."

Import, export and drugs to him? ? ?Are we drinking northwest wind here?

"Is there anything else we can do?"

"Sister, we are in charge of arms." Hormaggio winked at me.

"forget."

I can't blame my bad memory. The matter of smuggling and selling arms was all discussed by Risut, Prosciut and Meloni, and the rest of us basically followed the arrangements.

Watching Hormaggio reasoning with a cat, I couldn't bear it anymore and said, "It would be nice to buy some catnip for it."

"Sucking cats like that has no soul."

"Hehe, if you change your name to Hall Cat Gio, maybe it can make him like you a little bit."

I went directly to the airport by motorcycle. I like this kind of small off-road motorcycle very much. How to put it...the feeling of going straight to the sky.

When I passed the ice cream truck, I saw Naranja and that...what's it called, Fugo!The two of them seem to be fighting, Fugo is waving a fork, and Naranja is struggling to eat ice cream.

I reached out and snatched Fugo's fork, and left him a sentence: "Don't fight while eating ice cream!"

"You can't fucking see...", his voice became smaller and smaller, and I couldn't hear clearly behind him.

Who is this boy in the pink suit?It can only be said that Naples is too small, and they are all acquaintances.I slowed down and approached Giorno, who was turning a girl into a butterfly.

"Want to go for a ride? Giorno." I reached out to him.

Giorno smiled very gently. He put the butterfly in the palms of the two girls, and then took my hand and stepped on the motorcycle.

I winked at the two girls and said, "I've taken your Giorno away... sweethearts."

"Is there still a black car?"

Giorno paused for a while and said, "Sorry."

"Why do you apologize, I count on you to help me."

"Ah... I just feel sorry for not giving you a reunion hug at the first time."

"...You Italian men can really talk."

"Ha ha…"

At the airport, I parked my motorcycle on the side of the road.Giorno asked if I was coming to pick someone up, and I told him the person I was picking up was dead.

"So you're here for the killer? At the airport?"

I hooked Giorno's shoulder and said, "Giorno, you have to know that those who dare to cheat on others must think they are capable. Although I don't think so..."

"Then what do you think?" Giorno is always very interested in what I say, I think it is a kind of learning.

"I think he's overreaching."

Giorno chuckled, "Lixi, you speak fiercely."

"Really? I'm more aggressive when I do it."