Stand-in messenger at the winery

Glancing at the key handed to him, Old John felt that the wine he drank tonight was not good enough. He tremblingly found an iron box under the foot of the broken bed in his broken tent. With anticipation, he opened the box.

Inside was another key.

It's just that this key is not as exquisite and gorgeous as the one made by Coulom with illusion, as if it was made of gold. What Old John found was an old, rusty, and severely worn iron key. The only thing that is certain is that this key must be It can’t open any locks, “This is what you want,” he took out the key and handed it to Coulom, “Take this, and go to Italy to find a man named Hongcun Xingzhao, he will give you a picture. need."

According to the route map left by Shaluo in the "cave" of the game, and the sea view of the mermaid treasure, what Peng Gelie and his team finally found was this man who seemed to be dying.

Shaluo's "key" does not have a matching lock. After all, there is no one who is too old to be loyal to locks these days. Mouth.

"Boss." Collom carefully handed the key to Tsuna.

Gang Ji took the key with complicated eyes, "That's enough..." He scratched his head, "The key is already in our hands, and no one else should be able to find out the information left by Sister Sha Luo."

"Stupid," reborn kicked Tsuna on the head, "do you think this is over, the Sicilian informant has found 'someone' to inherit her information, which means she has other arrangements " He pulled the brim of his hat, "Don't underestimate Sharo Morishita, this woman has been wandering between Mafia for several years, and no one knows what kind of secret tricks she has left for herself .”

"Can you leave my broken tent as soon as you get the things?" Old John felt that he was really powerless. "This is also the territory of Port Mafia. I don't know which side you belong to, but if you are discovered by Port Mafia. I can’t do without a pot of food.”

"Let's go," Reborn jumped onto Yamamoto's shoulder, "Let's go to Italy."

"If we go to Italy," Yamamoto helped Reborn, "shall we say hello to Squalo and the others?" He smiled heartlessly as he spoke.

Just as Gangji and the others left, Shaluo walked into the dimly lit small tent.

"It seems that my old bones can't rest anymore." Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Old John said with a sad face, "Why do you come to me again and again, a dead ghost?"

"The problem is that I didn't die, and I'm not a ghost." Sharo shrugged, "Give them the key?"

"That's right, according to what you said, whoever can show me that key can change a key from me." Taking a sip of wine in his mouth, Old John recovered a little bit of energy, "Don't you Regret it?"

"That's not the case." Sha Luo touched a wine bottle and found that it was indeed a good bottle of wine. "You have a good life."

"No, after all, I'm not like you. I have so many things to do and think about all day long." Old John found a blanket to cover his rheumatic legs, "I can sleep until I wake up naturally That's enough."

"Aren't you tired if you're like this?" He wiped his red nose and asked suddenly, "You've died once with me, and you're still working so hard, what's the matter?"

Putting the wine bottle back, Shaluo raised his eyebrows, "It's okay."

"Mainly, it doesn't matter if you're tired, I'm afraid you won't even have the chance to feel tired, that's terrible," she threw a check to Old John before leaving, "Take it and buy some good bars, or prepare a pair of expensive coffin boards earlier .”

"You damn girl, who is the coffin board prepared for?"

Sharo covered the tent and pretended that she didn't hear the voice behind her. She thought for a while, considering that Old John was just an ordinary person, so she just left.

According to Osamu Dazai, is he going to attack the one in the hat or the one in the white clothes?

"Hey, tell me," the man next to Hongcun Xingzhao elbowed him, "Who will spread the word about the boss having a daughter?" Seeing no one around, he leaned closer The guy from Japan said mysteriously, "I also heard that Porpo is dead! That Porbo!" As he spoke, his tone became agitated.

"How do I know?" Xing Zhao, who always had a stinky face, frowned, and moved a little away from this guy, "What's wrong with Polpo?"

"Don't you know, there are rumors that Polpo has a [hidden property] of up to 50 billion lire," the man's tone gradually became dangerous, "now that he is dead, the property will naturally..."

The man squinted his eyes and licked his lips, "Don't be so indifferent, Hongcun, what are you interested in, women? Money? Rights...no matter what it is, with this 50 billion lire, everything will change of."

"Aren't you moved?"

Hongcun Xingzhao stared at the contact who no longer sent him messages, closed the phone, "50 billion," he smiled, and the people next to him also laughed, "Just 50 billion, can make the dead Resurrection?" Wealth, of course, is a good thing, but it is this kind of temptation that made his father still look like a ghost, his smile turned cold, "I'll go first."

The fact that the boss has a daughter, he has already spread it out secretly. At that time, he looked at the "formula book" and displayed the information belonging to Diablo while quickly disappearing, but he could only quickly record the information , according to her request, after the "formula book" disappeared completely, leave the room immediately, eliminate the traces, and when he dived into the sea under the cliff in the middle of the night, but did not find the body, he knew what he would do next. what.

First of all, he sent a letter that Shaluo had given him in advance, but then, out of some kind of psychology, Xing Zhao did not retreat from "enthusiasm", but continued to lurk in this organization, finding Using the information contained in the notebook Sharo Morishita left for him, Xing Zhao quickly took the position of team leader.

The last thing is to wait, waiting for someone to hand over the "key" to him.

He has always felt that he has no such thing as loyalty, and he followed that woman only because there was no way out at that time. Since that guy gave him a choice, and he didn't dislike it, then he should just do it... Who would have thought that after she died, he would be more likely to think of that person than when she was alive.

"Polpo is dead," he spread out the familiar notebook, which contains extremely detailed information about Porpo, including where the treasure of 50 billion lire is hidden. "Only Bugarati can find it." Treasure?" He rubbed his chin, "It seems that the woman planned from the beginning...to use the Bugarati team as a knife."

The phone rang, "Risut." Xing Zhao called the other party like this.

"The information about the boss's daughter, are you sure?" The voice on the other side was as cold as ever.

"Confirmed," Xing Zhao lowered his voice, "This is the information left by 'her', what do you think?"

"That's good."

Hanging up the phone, Xing Zhao refilled a cup of coffee for himself, "The second knife is the assassination team, double insurance, it's really not her style." In the image, Sha Luo was still a little crazy to Xing Zhao She will not insure her own actions, but will leave a way out for her failure or success.

At this time, isn't he the opponent's "retreat", trying to figure out what his former boss wanted, Xing Zhao suddenly understood something.

Could it be... the assassination team was the bait she threw out?This is too extravagant, but there are very few teams full of substitute messengers. Does Morishita Sharo value Bugarati's team so much?

"Polpo is dead," Sharo looked at the information in the formula book, "Xingzhao is very powerful now."

Borbo is just a dead fat man who has been hiding in prison and can't move. Logically speaking, Sharo doesn't need his wealth, but Bolbo and Sharo have such a small entanglement.

It was Polbo who shot Sharo with an "arrow", before he was so fat that he became a lump of mud in the prison and couldn't walk.

Probably that guy didn't expect that the little girl who thought she was going to die not only survived, but also became an intelligence provider in Sicily.

And Shaluo also knew that all these years, that arrow had been in Borbo's hand, and she pressed her hand on the "formula book" to confirm that the young man who killed Borbo did not take back the "arrow". She smiled slowly, "It seems that there is a business that has been delayed for a year that can be discussed." She took out a handkerchief with contact information written on it from her pocket.

Of course, the writing on the handkerchief is somewhat blurred, but Sha Luo, who has a superb memory, doesn’t care about it, “It’s a pity that the pistol was damaged by Risut.” Otherwise, she wouldn’t have to spend so much effort to keep the handkerchief, I hope People in the Laiya family can still recognize this handkerchief left by their eldest lady.