"Hiss"
The little black snake flapped its flesh membrane and flew in the air, and its hissing sound made people shudder.
Right below it, a pool of green sticky liquid was constantly corroding the carpet, emitting a pungent stench.
This pool of liquid was the only evidence that Myron Walker had ever existed.
“Hiss!”
The small black snake hovering in the air suddenly made a sharp turn and flew downstairs through the stair door that Myron Walker had knocked open.
In a guest room on the first floor, a small black snake flew to the door, circled for a while, and suddenly let out a hissing sound from its mouth.
Blue electric light flashed on the black scales. As it rushed forward, a bullet-like hole appeared on the hard guest room door, and the hole was charred black.
"Hiss..."
In the room, a man in a windbreaker was wiping his gun. When he heard a hissing sound and wanted to look up.
A red-white, high-intensity electric current instantly engulfed him.
There is a garment studio near the Bulgari Hotel. This street-facing store has fabrics, hand-sewing machines, and hanging semi-finished clothes through the glass.
Apparently, this studio is one of Italy's specialty industries, handmade tailoring.
Thanks to Milan's luxury industry and Italy's cultural output to the world's clothing brands.
Italy's luxury brands are very popular in countries around the world, including Prada, Gucci, Versace, Bulgari, Dolce & Gabbana, Valentino...
These well-known brands are all from Italy.
(In addition to its hotel business, Bulgari is also the world's third-largest jewelry brand.)
A century ago, the concept of industrial production swept the Union and Europe, but some Italian craftsmen were stubborn and believed in tradition:
Shoes should fit your feet, clothes should be well-fitting, and the material should be good and durable.
This is completely contrary to the concept that efficiency is king in large-scale industrial production.
Not everyone has the courage to go against the tide of the times.
This obsession with tradition has spawned a number of fine handcrafted brands.
Among the top ten menswear brands in the world, eight are Italian.
They insist on making these suits by hand, without even using any sewing machines.
They believe that handmade products have unique qualities.
A suit that is entirely hand-sewn cannot be replicated through industrial processes.
A truly good tailor can produce no more than a dozen pieces of clothing a year that are well-fitting and comfortable, but this has attracted many wealthy people.
You get what you pay for. Take the white suits Tang Song is wearing for example. One suit costs as much as 80,000 or 90,000 US dollars. The high price is enough to discourage ordinary people.
Judging from the sewing machine, the tailors in this store are obviously not at the level of those who serve top wealthy people.
After all, the best tailors claim to have 7,000 stitches, all sewn by hand.
Through the glass window, you can vaguely see red dots flashing on and off in the store building.
"Jeremy, something's wrong. Myron Walker has been in there for half an hour, but there's no sound at all!"
Using cloth from the store to raise the gun rack, the two killers set up two sniper rifles, lay on the ground, and aimed at the target room in the hotel opposite.
One of the killers turned around and saw his accomplice smoking.
He knocked the cigarette out of his accomplice's mouth and angrily shouted:
"Jeremy, how many times have I told you not to smoke on a mission? It will kill you!"
In the light of the cigarette butt, you can see that Jeremy is a white young man who looks to be in his twenties. He has blond hair, tattoos on half of his face, a nose stud on his nose, and a rebellious look.
"Well, uncle, if it's your opinion, we might as well just use a rocket launcher to blow up the room and the people in it!
I know an arms dealer. When the army was changing its equipment, he took the opportunity to get a batch of weapons that the army had just replaced. To be honest, it’s time to change the sniper rifles we have…”
Looking at his chattering nephew, the older killer pinched his brows helplessly. He was just about to explain the rules of mainland hotels to his nephew who had just entered the industry.
A flash of white light exploded in the dark room.
laugh!
His head flew out directly.
Blood spurted into the sky, covering Jeremy's head and face.
Feeling the sticky blood on my body and face, looking at my uncle's head thrown into my arms.
Jeremy let out a sharp, shrill scream, like a little girl being raped.
laugh!
With one blow, the young killer was sent to see his uncle. Blade picked up a piece of cloth and wiped the silver-plated long knife. Then his figure disappeared into the darkness, looking for his next target.
The darkness is the perfect cover for Blade.
The reason why he was here was, of course, because of West.
As a local tyrant, West naturally knew that the Continental Hotel had put Tang Song on the hunting list.
Out of respect for Tang Song, the younger generation, West not only sent Blade to help, but also sent a group of judges from the Inquisition.
… …
“Puff…”
A killer held two UZIs, aimed at the armored man in front of him and pulled the trigger.
These suddenly appearing armored burly men, wearing ancient Roman bronze armor and holding various cold weapons in their hands, attacked the killers surrounding the Bulgari Hotel as soon as they appeared.
Firearms versus cold weapons, the advantage is mine!
This is the first reaction of many killers when they see these strong men playing Cosplay.
What a joke! The era of cold weapons has been over for many years.
However, when these killers actually faced these strong men in bronze armor, they felt what despair was.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
The two UZI magazines in his hands were emptied in an instant, and fifty bullets hit the bronze armor of the sturdy man in front of him.
After the clanking sounds, the killer looked at the white holy light emerging from the sturdy man's bronze armor with some despair.
“God loves the world!”
Without waiting for the killer to reload, the judge of the Inquisition uttered a pious prayer, then a layer of white holy light enveloped his body, and he turned sideways and rushed towards the killer.
The sturdy man's charge was like a wild boar's. His elbow directly smashed the killer's chest and knocked him flying more than ten meters away.
A killer wearing a leather jumpsuit and a closed helmet, seeing that the situation was not right, stepped on the accelerator and tried to escape.
"Huff..."
A referee held a bronze flail hammer the size of a human head in one hand.
He swung the flail, and the hammer head as big as a human head with a chain directly smashed the killer and his motorcycle away.
"Shit, what kind of monsters are these!"
Watch as a burly man in bronze armor wields a medieval cross sword and cuts a well-known killer in half with one blow.
Many killers who wanted to wait and see could no longer sit still and fled in all directions.
Is this the essence of the Inquisition
Bulgari Hotel, Tang Song appeared on the rooftop at some point.
He stood with his hands behind his back, watching a group of strong men in bronze armor slaughtering the killers from the Continental Hotel.
"His physical fitness and muscle strength are about 1.5 to 2 times that of an average person, and the bronze armor on his body is blessed by holy light!"
Watching a muscular man wearing boxing gloves punch a car door and make a dent,
The sedan weighing several tons was moved four or five meters by a single punch.
Tang Song raised his eyebrows. With this strength, even digging Captain America out of the ice would be inferior.
He could see that these strong men did have good physical fitness, but the one with the best physical fitness was only about evenly matched with Captain America.
But the bronze armor and weapons they wore seemed to give them a certain boost in strength.
Enchantment, or blessing from angels, Tang Song thought about the legends of Western religion.
With a flick of his finger, two sword balls flew out and split into two sword shadows more than ten meters long in the air.
Two cars that were about to launch a sneak attack and ram the armored man were split in two by the sharp sword energy, revealing the trembling drivers inside.
The sturdy man holding the chain and flail glanced at Tang Song standing on the roof and nodded at him.
Then he swung the flail at the two killers without hesitation.
… … …
At three or four o'clock in the morning, outside the Bulgari Hotel, it was quiet.
A group of people wearing waterproof jumpsuits and rain hoods appeared on the street in two vans.
In the presidential suite of the Bulgari Hotel, Tang Song stood by the window, quietly watching this group of "colleagues" carrying the bodies outside the hotel and cleaning up the scene.
"boss!"
Lai En had taken off his bulletproof vest and was still dressed as a butler, standing behind Tang Song.
"Find a gold shop and order a batch of crosses. Bring them with me to the Vatican tomorrow! And don't forget to plate these crosses with a layer of silver!"
Tang Song looked at the "scavengers" below busy cleaning up the corpses, stroking the black jade ring, and said to Lai En.
"I understand, boss!" Lai En nodded!
… … …
"Boss! Someone's here to visit!"
Tang Song had breakfast.
Lai En, who was about to discuss compensation with the Bulgari Hotel, suddenly walked in with someone.
Tang Song put down the gun in his hand and looked at the person who came.
"Hello, Mr. Tang! I'm Willy Gambino!"
Willy Gambino bent down and introduced himself to Tang Song.
"Gambino?" Tang Song repeated with a smile, looking at the Italian man in a suit in front of him.
"Mr. Tang, I'm sorry for the trouble the Gambino family has caused you. Although I'm just the adopted son of the Gambino family, I'm willing to take all the responsibility!"
Willy Gambino took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Tang Song respectfully with both hands.
"This is a small gift from me, please accept it!"
Tang Song looked at the number on the check and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
Willy Gambino only felt that every blow from Tang Song seemed to be hitting him, and this tormenting feeling was like a fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.
Beads of sweat flowed down Willy Gambino's forehead onto the carpet, and he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe it.
"You are the manager of the Continental Hotel?!"
Tang Song's first words made Willy Gambino's legs go weak.
"Mr. Tang, all of this was old Gambino's idea. I have withdrawn your reward from the Continental Hotel!"
Willy Gambino explained repeatedly.
He had no choice but to be afraid. As an adopted son who aspired to inherit the Gambino family, he had placed many people in the Gambino estate.
Therefore, he was the first to learn about the disappearance of a large number of family members including Gambino Sr., his sons and grandsons.
In addition, a large number of assassins were killed in the Continental Hotel. Even if Willy Gambino was stupid, he understood what was going on.
Willy Gambino is not a stupid man, and a stupid man would not be able to become the manager of a Continental Hotel as the adopted son of a family.
This is also the reason why he rushed to the Bulgari Hotel as soon as possible, compensated the hotel for its losses, and took out almost all of his assets.
Tang Song waved his hand, motioning for Lane to take the check from Willy's hand. He looked at Willy Gambino and asked.
"Do you want to be the patriarch of the Gambino family?"
Only a fool wouldn’t think about it!
Willy Gambino almost blurted out the answer, but when he met Tang Song's half-smile, it was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, and he immediately calmed down.
"Mr. Tang, I am just the adopted son of the family. I am not qualified to inherit the family business!"
"Aren't they all missing?" Tang Song interrupted Willy Gambino.
"There are still some family members who are not in the manor..." Willy Gambino paused. He met Tang Song's eyes and instantly understood what he meant.
"I will get someone to help you take the position of the head of the Gambino family."
Tang Song's words sounded like the devil's whispers in Willy Gambino's ears.
"I think five families in the Italian Mafia are too many. What do you think, Mr. Godfather?"
More than an hour later, Willy Gambino walked out of the Bulgari Hotel in a daze.