Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 222 The Assassination Team Launches

Late at night, in the south of Italy, in a cheap hotel in a small town.

A man with simple silver short hair, a pair of black and red pupils, and a calm demeanor as calm as water and as steady as a mountain, was meditating quietly under the fluorescent light of his laptop.

He is the leader of the assassination team under the Passion organization, Risu Teniero, who is only 26 years old this year.

And the laptop in front of him is currently running an online conference call across the country with the hotel owner's free broadband.

The object of the group chat was the other members of the assassination team, the 6 members of Hormagio, Illuso, Meloni, Prosciut, Bessie, and Gaciu who were scattered all over the country because they helped the organization carry out tasks.

They are now scattered all over the country, each running around in the killing tasks assigned by the organization.

That's right, as the name suggests, the assassination team does the dirty work of killing people.

Except for the rookie Bessie who just joined the team for less than two months, the rest of the members are all killers who make a living by killing people, they are cold-blooded, ruthless, murderous villains.

But different from the impression of ordinary people, the profession of killer is not cool at all in reality.

Risut and others are not as unrestrained as described in the poem "A Thousand Miles Never Stay Away", on the contrary, under the enslavement of the passion organization, they have become poor social animals whose surplus value is squeezed by the company.

Yes, they can only get about 2000 million lire (about 8 RMB) for a single business, and the whole group of 9 people have to share it equally.

Considering the per capita salary level of Italy as a developed country, the income level of assassins in the assassination group is really similar to that of ordinary office workers.

A one-in-a-kind stand-in messenger, doing dirty work of killing people, but his income is very likely to be lower than that of a middle-aged uncle who sells hot dogs at the station gate.

This obviously violates the distribution principle of distribution according to work, and is a bottomless exploitation of workers.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Risut and others have repeatedly asked their superiors for promotion and salary increase.

But the attitude of the boss has always been only one:
Those who cannot fight are not my brothers.

Ordinary companies can still send high-level talents to the society on a regular basis, but the Mafia is not a place where you can leave whenever you want——

Since they are not brothers, they are naturally enemies.

If you want to be an enemy, you can try it.

And the assassination team really tried.

A few weeks ago, Solby and Gerrard, two members of the assassination team, finally began to investigate the identity of the boss secretly after being oppressed.

They try to find a way to beat the boss through investigation, so as to win the specialty business with hundreds of billions (lire) in profits every year.

And this survey was productive.

Within two days, the bodies of the two of them were made into human slices, soaked in formalin and embedded in crystal glass, and sent to the residence of Risut and others by the world's most garbage FedEx.

At the same time, the encounters of those two unlucky ghosts were also used as propaganda and education materials for the love group, which quickly spread to the ears of every member of the organization.

The boss is killing chickens to scare monkeys, and the assassination team is that chicken.

After such a toss, they immediately became completely honest.

No one in the assassination team dared to discuss challenging the boss anymore, and no one dared to reveal their ambition to replace the boss.

They held the death of their companions in their hearts, and continued to work honestly for the enemy who killed their companions.

Just like the pigs raised by the head of the technology team, the assassination team is just the boss's dog.

Until these two days, until tonight, until now.
"Boss Risut!"

"Opportunity, this is an opportunity given to us by God, Boss!"

Gachu's excited growls came from the laptop.

He was as impulsive as ever:
"The guy who claims to be invincible is now like a cockroach that was smashed by a slipper and died in nowhere."

"As for Li Qing, Giorno, and Bucciarati who succeeded him, the stand-in abilities of these guys have long been known to everyone!"

The reason why the boss can become the boss that everyone fears, besides being invincible, is more importantly mysterious.

No one knows who Diablo is, nor does he know his double ability, even if he wants to rebel, he has no idea.

And now, the new boss is Li Qing and his team.

Their details have long been spread throughout the country along with the arrest warrants, and no one will be afraid of these young people who have no sense of mystery.

"Yes."

Jiaqiu's excited speech has just been transmitted across the Internet.

In the group chat, Holmaggio, the usually careful assassin, couldn't hide the excitement in his voice at this moment:
"The scale of the organization's specialty products business is so large, why should Li Qing, that little-known fellow, swallow this piece of fat in one gulp?"

"That's a big business with an annual net profit of tens of billions of lire!"

Through the computer screen, everyone can also imagine the appearance of Hormaggio swallowing saliva at the moment:
"As long as we can defeat Li Qing and take over the organization, we will immediately become rich."

"You don't need to use the hotel's free broadband to surf the Internet. You don't have to order milk to save money when you go to a restaurant. When it's hot, you don't have to let Jiaqiu take care of the cooling. You can turn on the power-hungry air conditioner whenever you want."

He talked about his beautiful imagination, which made the companions' hearts beat involuntarily.

And Diablo was well prepared.

In order to encourage everyone to actively make trouble for Li Qing, he specially arranged a shocking treasure for the rebels:
"Even if it is very difficult to take over the organization, there is still the 'legacy' of the boss."

"That bank account contains the cash surplus accumulated by the organization over the years, and there may be hundreds of billions of lire in it!"

"If you can get the money."

Everyone involuntarily launched a second round of imagination.

Only Bessie, the newcomer who was unconsciously ignored by everyone, finally spoke out tremblingly after a moment of hesitation:
"But."

"There is already a boss's rumor refuting announcement on the intranet."

"Boss said that it was a fake news released by traitors. For example, if we go to Venice now, we are betraying the organization, right?"

"In the past few weeks, Senior Solby and Senior Gerrard have just been."

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere of the previously heated discussion suddenly stagnated.

Solby and Gerrard, their tragic death seems to have become a lingering nightmare in the hearts of everyone.

"To shut up!"

Jiaqiu cursed angrily across the computer screen:

"Bessie, you have no guts, you are a rookie who dare not kill anyone."

"The boss is dead!"

"It's dead, it's dead! You idiot, can't you read?"

"Do you want me to crawl along the network cable, grab your stupid hair like a cabbage gang, and teach you to recognize our elegant Italian word by word!"

Amidst the scolding, the statusless newcomer Bessie obediently kept her mouth shut.

However, Proxiet, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

He is the "master" who is in charge of getting Bessie familiar with the work of the killer. He has criticized and corrected Bessie's endless mistakes many times.

But this time, Prosciutto stood on Bessie's side in a rare way:
"Bessie was right."

He didn't show the enthusiasm of his companions at all, and his voice was as cold and sharp as an ice ridge:
"Is that last statement really credible?"

"Are you so sure that this is an opportunity, not a trap?"

"This is a game where you risk your life. I hope you can calm down when you make a decision."

Proxiet poured a basin of cold water on everyone's heads.

Then, he handed over the right to decide and speak to the real leader of the assassination team, Risut:
"Boss Risut."

"What do you think?"

Risut didn't speak from the beginning to the end, but just listened silently.

Now everyone was silently waiting for his speech, and he finally made a move:

"This is indeed an opportunity."

"Regardless of whether the last words are true or not, yesterday's incident in Naples, the death of cadre Porpo, today's intranet fluctuations and the boss' last words all directly illustrate one point:"

"The boss's rule is under attack."

Risut saw the situation sharply:
In the past, there was Li Qing smashing through Naples head-on, and later there were "unnamed rebels spreading rumors on the intranet", which shows that the boss is indeed not as invincible as in the legend.

And after the twists and turns and shocks of these two days, even if the boss is still alive, the combat power of his subordinates must have suffered a certain degree of damage due to the successive rebels.

"If you want to rebel, now is the best time."

Risut spoke his judgment calmly.

The main fighters like Jiaqiu and Holmaggio immediately wanted to shout excitedly.

But Risut suddenly changed the subject:
"but."

"No matter who our enemy is, this time the battle will not be easy."

"If you want to achieve great things, you must have great awareness—"

"Hormaggio, Illuso, Meloni, Prosciutto, Bessie, Gaciu."

Risut read out his companion's name word by word in an extremely serious and deep voice:

"Do you have the consciousness to sacrifice your life for this?"

a moment of silence, then
"Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed in unison from the loudspeaker:
"Stop joking, Boss Risut!"

"Is there anyone among us who is afraid of death?!"

"I"

Bessie, a rookie who just joined the team for less than two months, muttered weakly.

The voice that was as thin as a mosquito's anaconda was quickly drowned in the battle roars of united efforts:

"To Venice—go!"

(End of this chapter)