Mr. Consultant

Xavier stood in the hospital's white-tiled corridor, doctors and nurses coming and going around him.The sounds of rolling wheels, metal clashing, and loud reports rolled into one ball like a torrent, flushing his mind and invading his nerves.He saw people running, pushing Giuseppe, his advisor, into the operating room.Soon after, the bright red warning light came on, and the corridor completely returned to silence.

It was still early, and the empty room was filled with sunlight, and the illusory projections on those benches moved quietly in this splendor.A young white doctor in a white coat explained the condition to Xavier with a nervous expression.His white coat was splattered with dots of blood, which hadn't been wiped off or wiped off in time, but it was just like a flower that was clearly and persistently blooming with the breath of life.

Maybe Xavier's face was too gloomy, maybe Giuseppe's injury was too critical, but in short, this poor white doctor couldn't help showing trembling.He doubted in his heart, rather doubted, whether the burly Italian in front of him would suddenly burst out with some kind of terrifying emotion.He was afraid that Xavier would attribute all dissatisfaction to him, and he was even more afraid that he would use violence to clarify this attributed vision.

He couldn't figure out what the relationship between this big man and the blond man was. He didn't think a lawyer in a three-piece suit would have a brother who was a gangster.But in the final analysis, a person with a glamorous appearance must be running some kind of legitimate business?He saw the man's wound, a gunshot wound, nothing ordinary.He believed that it would not be long before the police would come to the hospital and question them about the man.

So, as long as he gets through this time, as long as he gets through this time, he no longer has to worry about what terrible words and deeds this Italian guy will do.Thinking of this, he felt slightly relaxed, and even his tone became kind and calm, he said:

"Sir, are you his relative or his friend? If you can, please contact someone who can give him a blood transfusion as soon as possible. To be honest, his blood loss is very serious."

After hearing his words, Xavier froze on the spot, not knowing how to answer.He felt a little ridiculous, because he and the consultant had never discussed their relationship.After all, this relationship is so complicated that it cannot be defined by the barren language of human beings.But at this moment, this silent tacit understanding can only lead to a heartbreaking question:

To this day, they have not acknowledged their feelings for each other.

Thinking of this, Xavier couldn't help feeling a little regretful, but he wouldn't show this emotion on his face.Like that Mr. Consultant, he has cultivated a calm demeanor that can deceive most people.Therefore, he lowered his brows and eyes to make himself look dignified and mature, and then explained solemnly:

"No, you misunderstood. He is my advisor and I am his boss."

The young doctor understood his meaning and his wish at once after hearing his intentional answer with an Italian accent.He would never have imagined that the seemingly slovenly man standing in front of him was secretly leading an organization that did all kinds of evil.Shock and horror forced him to look down, and it seemed as though looking into those honey brown eyes felt like some sort of terrible affront.He wrung his hands tightly, blinked his eyes non-stop, and then faltered and continued his topic.

"Then, then, does he have any other relatives who can provide him with a source of blood transfusion?"

"Unfortunately, there are no relatives like this here." Xavier said, and took a step forward, stuck in front of the young doctor, and then lowered his head like looking at a child.His tone was full of humility and kindness, but somehow there was an irresistible magic like a spell.

"Listen, I'm telling you this because I think I'm a capable person, a person worth associating with. So I thought, if you would make it easier for me, then at some point in the future , Even at this moment, you won't regret this decision. I don't intend to insult you with money, but if that's what you need, don't worry, you can speak as much as you want. "

The young doctor was moved by his magical words.He felt that the voice seemed to be conveyed directly in his mind, and it skillfully moved his nerves.Who would turn down an offer from a gang leader knowing he doesn't really have a choice?So he had no choice but to nod, expressing his acceptance of Xavier's price tag, his willingness to do things for him, and his recognition of his friendship.

Xavier watched his disappearing figure, and felt some insignificant comfort in his heart. He knew that everything about Giuseppe in the hospital was guaranteed, and he didn't need to worry any more.But he was still depressed, and even inexplicably wanted to cry, because he realized that no matter what changes he made, no matter how determined he was, he still couldn't protect Giuseppe, the reason for all his efforts.

He was unsteady, took a few steps back, and then slowly sat on the bench like an old man.He made the sign of the cross in front of his chest, only once, and in just a few seconds, he exposed all his sorrow and fear.It's not that he doesn't know what's going on, and it's not that Giuseppe may lose his life, but he has already messed up something out of impulsiveness, and he has to force himself to calm down.

Even if his body is still stained with blood, even if his hands are still scarlet, even if his lover, the lover of his life, is gradually weakening and breathing slowly in his arms, he must remain calm. Pei's hopes were once again dashed.This has almost become his teaching, the belief he lives by, the motivation for his persistence.He wished that the bullet pierced through himself, but after he accepted this fact, he had no choice but to face it directly.

Xavier, you are a man, you have to take on these things instead of crying like a woman.

He said this to himself, and rubbed his cheeks vigorously, rubbing away the fatigue and anxiety on it, and then he stood up from the bench.He no longer has that consultant to consult, so from now on, he has to rely on himself.And his mistakes, his stupidity, will be reflected in him in every detail.

However, it was quite strange that Xavier felt calm about this, and even had some inexplicable expectations, as if he had been waiting for this day to come.He walked briskly, walked to the public phone, and dialed the number of Luca's office.

In a deep voice, Xavier ordered the baby-faced youth to drive a Ford sedan from the parking lot to the hospital, and use Giuseppe's Chrysler as a means of transportation.He told Lucana everything that happened in front of the flower shop, and the dangerous condition of the consultant, and asked him to hand over the work at hand as soon as possible, and then go to the hospital to take care of Giuseppe's daily life.He also asked Luca to bring the key to the safe house in the old city, and kept his mouth shut about the situation of the consultant.

After explaining this, he got in touch with Gustavo, the vicious second in command.The second-in-command was on vacation at a golf course in the suburbs. When he heard about Giuseppe, he immediately set off and returned to the city.He thought that the consultant had been assassinated by his opponent, and he had fallen into such a situation.But Xavier told him the cause of the shooting had not yet been determined and he had no knowledge of it.

But in fact, the young master knew what happened to Giuseppe like the back of his hand, and he also heard what the woman in red yelled, Giuseppe's name on Rue Betoni.But he was unwilling to tell Gustavo the ins and outs. He was worried that the second in command would distort the matter into Giuseppe's own fault, and blamed him for delaying the family's work and operations because of private affairs.

Xavier, the young master, did not want to see such a situation anyway.While talking about the follow-up arrangements with Gustavo, he was thinking about the available words in his mind.So far, he is still burdened with the crime of public murder, but because of Giuseppe's reasons, he cannot immediately start his own exile.He asked Gustavo for advice, hoping to obtain legal forgiveness and even avoid any punishment.

"Master, although I'm sorry, I still have to tell you. The best person to discuss this kind of issue is definitely not me, but the workaholic Mr. who has been shot and is dying."

Gustavo said so, feeling powerless to Xavier's question.But he has no way out. Things have come to this point. If he doesn't do anything else, Barone will most likely lose his only heir as well as his advisor.Gustavo didn't even have the time to question the young master's actions, but could only do his best and do some layman's struggles.Suddenly he switched to Italian and said to Xavier:

"What did Giuseppe explain to you? I don't believe that workaholic would close his eyes unprepared. Christ, he is a man who dares to bargain with Satan and get the job done!"

Unfortunately, despite the many changes that have taken place in Xavier, his Italian is still broken.The young master tried his best to understand the beginning without any difficulty, but he was completely confused about the rest of the content.He stammered and organized his language, and then replied:

"Giuseppe said that you need... one, one, no, one, gun... gun license?"

"Damn it, are you Italian?"

Poor Gustavo, his patience was finally worn away by his toothpaste-like words, and his irritable nature was completely revealed.With a loud voice, he switched back to the heavily accented English, and then muttered in a complaining tone:

"I really don't understand, what kind of name is Giuseppe doing? How come you don't even learn Italian? Is he a damn Norwegian, can he use English in bed?"

"Ahem..." Xavier was rendered speechless by what he said, and could only cough dryly.He felt that the second-in-command must have some strange abilities, and he was able to say such disreputable words under such circumstances.Excessive surprise even slowed down the sadness and anxiety in his heart, allowing him to reply in the same tasteless way:

"How Giuseppe is in bed is my business, what the hell has it got to do with you?"

After listening to Gustavo, he was silent for a while, and then suddenly burst into laughter. He found that Xavier was not as cowardly as he thought, but rather a very interesting figure without losing the mafia style.After a long time, he finally stopped his exaggerated laughter, and said out of breath:

"Well, well, I admit he's yours. So, what, exactly, did Giuseppe tell you?"

"He said he wanted me to find someone to apply for a gun license, and then try to explain the matter to self-defense. In addition, I still need to deal with the judge and let me be released on bail. If these things are done, I can surrender myself " He paused, and then said: "But the problem now is that Giuseppe controls most of the relationships, while he himself is still lying in the operating room...or maybe..."

"Xavier, don't say unlucky words, who is that consultant you think? He has worked for Barone for so many years, and he has encountered countless dangers, but he is still alive. And his opponents, those who are big or small Or small opponents, but you can only see their names on the tombstone!"

Xavier was encouraged by his words, and a little more confident courage.But at the same time, he suddenly had an inappropriate idea. He felt that Giuseppe's matter should have some deeper meaning.

Even if it didn't, he could assign that meaning to it.

Xavier thought of this, ashamed of his idea, of wanting to take advantage of the advisor's misfortune.But he knew deeply in his heart that if it was Giuseppe standing here today, he would definitely implement this cruel idea without hesitation.He took a deep breath, and then, emotionally, told Gustavo an absolutely true story, saying:

"Sir, I don't understand why. But before Giuseppe was shot, he tried to protect me, get me out of that place, and hurt himself... I know, you have something against him, 'Big garden 'I also have some conflicts with him, but look at his wounds, look at his hard work! Forgive him, forgive him, after all, Baroneby needs our unity at any time in history."

Gustavo fell silent again, as if he was thinking about something very important.After a long time, he lowered his voice and said to Xavier solemnly:

"Yes, we need unity."

The author has something to say:

Giuseppe: Why are you talking about me when you tell dirty jokes?