American Life

Chapter 180: Suspicions, Christmas Gunshots

Charlie looked to both sides. The tall and powerful bodyguard in black opened his coat slightly, and he could see the gun holster hanging on his waist.

He pulled Taylor behind him and looked at Marcello, who was sitting sideways facing him in the back seat of the vehicle.

"Are you going to threaten me?" Charlie sneered.

"Of course not. I can let your woman leave. In fact, I just want to talk to you. No matter what Victoria said to you before, I guarantee that it is not the truth."

"But you have a gun, I don't think this is a suitable opportunity." Charlie said alertly.

Marcello walked directly out of the car, specifically showing his waist to Charlie.

"To show sincerity, my men will not follow you where you come to talk to me."

Charlie turned around and whispered to Taylor: "You go back to my adoptive father first. I will arrange for someone to pick you up tonight."

"What are you going to tell him? We should get out of here." Taylor immediately shook his head and said through gritted teeth.

"I don't want to be used as a gunman, and I don't want to be deceived either." Charlie shook his head and watched Taylor sit back in his car.

"Follow me." Charlie waved to Marcello.

So the two of them were walking on the road, followed not far away by Marcello's two bodyguards.

"I never thought about being detrimental to the family. On the contrary, everyone is drifting away from our Colin family. In the past six months, many cooperative projects have been cancelled, and some have even chosen to join forces with outsiders. I have approached Victoria many times, but she He is simply a two-faced man, doing one thing in front of him and another behind his back, and we will lose power before long." Facing Charlie's inquiry, Marcello said bluntly.

"But I heard from Victoria that you have close personal relationships with many bishops. Are you shaking the foundation of the Rossi family?" Charlie asked calmly.

"Do we still have to watch ourselves being choked? This is what Uncle Carlos promised during his lifetime, to ensure the dispersion of family power. In fact, this has been the way the Rossi family has been for so many years." Marcello looked stern. , responded.

These words are both true and false, so they should be taken lightly and avoid the serious ones.Of course, Victoria is not much stronger. For people in high positions, this is just a game of power.

"We can unite and put pressure on Victoria." Marcello expressed his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, he also extended an invitation to himself.

"I think the two of you should talk about it. Some issues can be resolved through negotiation."

"We have negotiated enough! Carlos is dead now, and she will no longer have any scruples. Carlos personally agreed to make me his successor after Victoria." Marcello laughed.

Why is this plot so similar to a certain movie? This time you choose me, next time I will fully support you?
"Sorry, I will never get involved in family affairs." Charlie continued to express his bottom line.

"If you want to threaten me, you'd better think carefully first." Charlie turned around and stared at Marcello's handsome face and warned.

Marcello raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "I'm not that unscrupulous."

You better not.

Charlie left Marcello behind and called the basking shark directly.

"Sailor, it's time to go fishing."

"Is the storm strong?" Basking Shark asked mysteriously.

"Of course, after all, the bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish will be."

"I see, please tell the captain the course!"

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That night, Charlie met the basking shark at Mark's house, which was not much different from the previous meeting.

"Marcello Rossi? I know."

"And his brother, his parents, his children..."

In fact, judging from the communication with Marcello in the afternoon, he did not have much hostility towards him, but Charlie was still prepared just in case.

"In addition, there is Victoria..." Charlie ordered again.

"Boss, this may be a little difficult for us." Basking Shark suddenly said hesitantly.

"We can take action, but in terms of intelligence..." He seemed a little powerless.

Charlie thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.

"I'll think of something about the intelligence matter." Charlie made a phone call.

"Hey, Claire, old friend, don't forget that some of you left with me."

"I thought you called me to say Merry Christmas."

"Actually, I want to give you a Christmas gift. This is a deal..."

Hearing Charlie's request, Claire refused without thinking.

"We are not a private intelligence service and there are huge risks."

"I can add money."

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At night, Mark drank with his adopted son.

"It seems that with Carlos' death, the family ushered in turmoil?" Mark's eyes were bright, perhaps he had already felt the unusual atmosphere.

"Carlos kept talking about family and blood. Maybe he picked the wrong heir."

"Is it possible that even if you choose Marcello, you will still have this result?"

"why?"

"We haven't changed, but the environment has changed. It's completely different now than when Carlos first became the patriarch."

"If you ask me, I might as well choose you to be the next patriarch." Mark said with a smile.

"Stop joking, I'm not interested."

"This has nothing to do with interest." Mark drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp.

Looking at his leaving back, Charlie couldn't help but ask: "I can send someone to stay here to protect you."

Mark stopped, then shook his head.

"There's no need for that, brat."

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The next day, Charlie and Taylor returned to Chicago. In order to welcome the arrival of their new life, their home was decorated extraordinarily gorgeously for Christmas, with many luxurious accessories. It must be said that the ones Giselle had bought at a high price from Hermès The items are placed here quite harmoniously.

Thinking about it this way, you can guess who arranged the arrangements for the house this time. Faith had just given birth, so she took on a lot of responsibilities.

Not long after arriving home, Yvonne, Giselle, and Faith returned from outside together with several nannies, whose hands were full of bags.

"We just went shopping. Did the funeral go well?" Faith took off her coat, her cheeks turned red from the cold.

"..." Charlie looked at Faith in a daze, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

On the other side, Ivanie saw the clues and said with a smile: "Faith can get out of bed and walk the next day."

"Isn't it just to have a baby? Look at the fuss you made." Faith turned around, called Taylor and walked into the kitchen together.

It can be seen that the differences between people's physiques cannot be generalized.

It seems that in the West, there has never been a term called confinement, right?
"Guess who arranged these?" Giselle came to Charlie and asked quietly.

"Of course it's you, it suits your taste very well."

"Then you know me quite well." Giselle said with a smile.

She didn't expect Charlie to be able to guess it, and originally wanted to test him more.

That night, Megan Fox also rushed back from abroad.

"Everyone else has also returned to China to spend Christmas with their families, and then continue to travel around the world to promote." Meghan took out the souvenirs she brought back from Europe and France.

Charlie called several parents of the woman he had not met before in the past few days to congratulate them on the New Year.

It was Christmas in a blink of an eye, and everyone gathered together for a Christmas dinner that night.

Before the Christmas dinner started, there was one more person, it was Artis. She didn't go home. As for the reason, Charlie didn't ask, and she didn't tell her.

"In a few years, our place will become lively." Danielle finished speaking and gave Charlie a meaningful look.

"You have to keep working hard." She looked hopeful, then turned to the other girls.

"I have my first solo performance next year, in New York." Taylor raised his hand.

"The second part of Iron Man has also been approved and will start shooting next spring." Megan also said.

"I...I still have a job next year." Linni said softly.

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Looking at the falling snow outside the window, Basking Shark wiped the window of the cab with his sleeves. Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" was playing on the radio. Compared with the melodious and cheerful music, the car The atmosphere inside seemed really lonely.

In order to cover it up, this old muscle car had long been turned off and had no air conditioning. Although the four strong men wrapped their coats as tightly as possible, they still felt chilly. Except for the basking shark, the remaining three people It is as quiet as a sculpture. Only the visible heat when exhaling can show vitality.

In addition to this car, there were three other cars in different directions outside the manor. Now Marcello's Victoria's residence is under such covert surveillance.

"If you ask me, it's better to leave early. No one will take action on Christmas night. We are fighting an imaginary enemy." The person sitting in the passenger seat couldn't help but started to complain. His body was as big as a hill. He was so strong that his head was directly pressed against the roof of the car, and he looked a little cramped.

"What the boss means is very simple. We just sit here and watch, and report clearly to him every mosquito that flies in. Brother, there is nothing better than doing a business where you can make money just by sitting down."

Basking Shark raised a telescope with night vision function, and could see that inside the manor, nearly ten employee bodyguards from the security company were patrolling back and forth. This was only in the open, and there was no telling how many people were there secretly.

"There are still ten days left before the holiday. I really hope to go back to work." The strong man sitting in the co-pilot sighed.

Their official jobs are as factory security personnel.

"Look to our right." The person sitting in the back row suddenly said.

I saw an inconspicuous box car parked on the right side, and the vehicle immediately turned off... but no one got out of the car.

"Lie down, lie down, everyone lie down!" Basking Shark lowered his voice and quickly pushed down the head of the person on the passenger seat.

Thanks to the privacy glass, the other party didn't notice the basking sharks.

The passage of time seemed to slow down, and in the silence, the basking shark heard his heart beating.

In about a few minutes, the basking shark heard the sound of the door opening, followed by the crisp sound of a bullet being loaded.

When the footsteps faded away, the basking shark slowly stood up and raised the night vision binoculars in his hand.

You can see several guys wearing black masks holding automatic rifles, slowly walking into the grass in the blind area of ​​the manor.

"Brown Bear, have you found any suspicious people there?" Basking Shark lowered his voice and spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Two vehicles came from the north, and nearly 20 people got out of the vehicle, loaded with guns and ammunition."

"Who said white people wouldn't do it on Christmas?" Basking Shark yelled in a low voice.

"Maybe they're not white?" the strong man in the passenger seat argued.

The basking shark called Charlie cursingly. When the call was connected, his tone immediately became eager, as if he could see his face with a flattering smile.

"Merry Christmas, sir... I'm not here to congratulate you... Victoria's manor received uninvited guests, at least thirty people. Yes, they were holding automatic rifles in their hands, wearing masks and gloves."

"...Okay, I understand." Basking Shark hung up the phone.

"What did the boss say?" the subordinate in the back row immediately asked.

"Wait until they go in first." The basking shark raised his night vision binoculars and stared at every move of these uninvited guests.

Under the green night vision, they could see the grass in the distance shaking slightly. Soon they came to the towering fence. They moved quickly and agilely, like wild cats, quickly climbed over the fence, dodged, and landed. Entered the manor.

The two bodyguards nearby fell to the ground silently.

"There is a sniper in the dark. Can you see the opponent's position?" Basking Shark handed the night vision goggles to the strong man in the co-pilot's seat.

He picked up the night vision goggles and took a few glances.

The low voice said slowly: "Dump to the south, calculate the approximate ballistic trajectory based on the location of the wound... I think the sniper should be on the hills in the north."

"I don't think these rookies can withstand much time, and we have to go too." After Basking Shark confirmed that all these people had entered the manor, he took out a pistol from the armrest box, then opened the car door and fired three shots into the sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gunfire without a muffler sounded really loud in the silent night.

"This group of people will definitely pee their pants in fear." The strong man on the co-pilot said.

Almost at the same time, the alarm bells rang loudly inside the manor, the hunting dogs were released, and nearly ten searchlights scanned back and forth inside the manor.

Soon, the uninvited guest standing close to the corner of the fence was discovered!
"Bang bang bang."

"Tut, chug, chug..."

The sounds of various firefights suddenly appeared, and the stray bullets that flew over directly shattered the car glass.

"Fuck!" The basking shark shook off the glass fragments from his body.

"Get out of the car and pick up the guy."

At the same time, Basking Shark also began to direct his subordinates in other directions to start taking action.

"Brown Bear, find two people to guard the northern hill. The boss told you to keep a few alive."

The group of people lowered their bodies to the other side of the vehicle and opened the trunk at the same time.

It can be seen that the security personnel were obviously no match for this group of well-trained people, and they were quickly suppressed in the house.

The men in black immediately threw several grenades into the house.

The violent sound spread.

"The PLC will arrive at the scene in 10 minutes. We can go in and clean up the mess." Basking Shark took the automatic rifle handed over by his subordinates and pulled the bolt.

(End of this chapter)