I Want To Be a Hero Who Can Connect To the Dimension

Chapter 161

While speaking, Mista opened a bottle of red wine on the table.

"Come here! This is a high-end product that I don't see once at all! Just being able to drink this kind of wine makes my trip worthwhile."

Since the other cadres and their subordinates did not pay attention to the meaning here, Bugarati and the others naturally did not have the idea of ​​going up with hot faces and cold ass, but quickly restored to their way of getting along between the teams.

After hearing Misda's words, Naranga even more glare, and handed the goblet in his hand to Misda: "Misda Misda! Give me some!"

"No way, no way, no..." Misda guarded the red wine in his arms like a baby, "Naranga, you are not yet an adult!"

While speaking, Misda also showed an unkind expression on his face, and swept his eyes away from everyone around him.

"The only adults in our team are me, Bugarati and Apache, so this bottle of wine can only be handed over to the three of us to solve hahahaha!"

"Kill you!" Naranga grabbed the knife in front of him and threatened Mista.

The noisy appearance made Bugarati feel like he was returning to the restaurant in Naples, but the current situation is obviously not the time to relax.

"Misda, don't drink alcohol next." Bugarati suddenly demanded.

This sentence stunned the noisy Naranga and Mista.

"Bugarati, did you remember that?" Misda asked curiously.

"Hmm..." Bugarati nodded and looked at the drizzle still falling outside the window, but before he could say more, a voice that sounded a little old sounded in his ears. .

"Are you dissatisfied with the wine I prepared by the old man? After receiving the Boss order, I specially prepared the best wine for you guests."

Chapter 148 The Eternal Watchtower

While many cadres and their subordinates who were brought to Venice were enjoying wine and food in the hotel, in a room in a hotel not far from the hotel, a person was sitting on a chair in the room and looking out the window. Drizzle.

Even if he is indoors, he still holds a bat umbrella in his hand.

What is even more strange is that he is clearly indoors, but it is also drizzling in this room.

The person holding the umbrella looks quite old, with countless deep wrinkles carved on his face, extremely thin, but his back is straight and thinking about the trunk.

At first glance, the old man looked very calm, but his sharp eyes revealed something strange.

"In coastal cities, even the rain has become so sudden, what do you think... Murolo..." The old man holding a bat umbrella looked at a middle-aged man sitting on the bed.

The middle-aged man called Murolo seems to have some unique hobbies for his own dress, which is different from other organization cadres who always dress daily, and even some people who look like ordinary fishermen at first glance. He It seems that I am very keen to dress up in gang style to show off myself, as if I have come out of a gangster movie in the 1830s. From head to toe, I wear the iconic style of gangsters, even if I wear them indoors. The Panama hat is draped with a shawl.

But in fact, it was too late, which made him seem a little ridiculous.

Coupled with the flattering smile on his face, the appearance of a timid and lowly person, it made him even more ridiculous.

"Mr. Woolardimir, you are right..." Murolo rubbed his palms and said flatly, "Then can you let me leave this useless fellow?"

"Why do you look like this? Murolo..." Wooladmir turned around, looking at Murolo calmly.

"Although you always look timid, I know that you are the one who revealed the news to Solbe and Gerrard who are a member of the assassination team. People leak information about Boss, why do you still pretend to be so timid now?"

"That was just an accident..." Murolo rubbed his hands, "I didn't know that it was the boss's intelligence before I investigated, I just..."

"Forget it, now I don't bother to care about this kind of thing, even if you are a spy sent by another organization, it has nothing to do with me." Woola Dimir interrupted Murolo's voice trying to explain.

"Dangerous things are always pushed to others, and I just hide in a safe place as a bystander casually, picking up the fisherman’s profits and reaping the benefits. Originally, I was just wondering when you will be killed by the boss, but now it seems. I can't wait for this time."

Wooladmir stood up from his position under his umbrella.

"Mahimo was killed. In this way, the (poison) squad has no meaning to exist. As I did not protect Maximo, I will definitely be punished by the boss and lose everything now, so I can only Choose to do it..."

Wooladmir walked towards Murolo step by step, and then pressed his face to the distance of less than a palm from Murolo's face.

"Then it's time to tell me the answer. Should you tell me the information of the Boss? Or choose to die? As a member of the intelligence team, then your stand-in ability should be special in this area, just like your previous assassination. The team did it."

The sharp eyes made Murolo cold sweat, he knew very well that he could not be the opponent of the person in front of him, the ability of this guy's stand-in was definitely a monster!

Even he couldn't help but suspect that even if it was a Boss, he might not be the opponent of this guy!

"I...I get it..." Murolo reached out tremblingly and took out a neat set of playing cards from the chest pocket of his suit.

This is a naked card, not in a box.

Then Murolo trembling and skillfully began to organize the playing cards, like a magician, with one hand raised over his shoulders, and he flew the cards to the other hand in one breath. .

"This is your ability to stand in?" Wooladimir asked.

Murolo didn't answer, but continued to juggle with the cards in his hand, then took off the hat he was wearing, flicked the card in his hand neatly into the hat, then flipped it quickly, and buckled it on the bed.

"When—Da la la la la la la—"

Murolo's mouth began to emit a series of imitative sounds, and then cautiously said to Woolardimir: "Maybe you may find it incredible, but please clap your hands. If you don't clap your hands, ‘that group of guys’ won’t be motivated."

Wooladmir frowned.

"I hope you are not doing any tricks."

Wooladmir clapped his palms.

While he clapped his hands, Murolo continued to beat the drums.

"Da la la la la la la la la, da da, da da da...!"

While doing these strange actions, he slowly pulled up his hat, revealing the playing cards that had been popped in before, but I don’t know what technique he used, that deck of playing cards turned into a tower of playing cards, and As he opened the height of the hat, these poker towers continued to extend upwards, and in the end they were seven times as high as the hat!

Murolo buckled his hat back on his head, and with this action, the poker tower swayed by itself like alive.

Immediately afterwards, small hands and feet grew on all the playing cards, and these cards turned each other in circles.

"I, I, and we are the "Watch Tower" of the theater company! "

The playing cards began to sing together strangely, making the scene in front of you look like a scene in a fairy tale cartoon.

Cards: "Ladies and gentlemen present here, please enjoy the short play performed by our 53 members!"

"I'm the leader of the ghost card!" Joker's head drilled out of the card and introduced his identity.

Other playing cards: "Ah, ghost card ghost card, bad-eyed guy who likes pranks."

Immediately afterwards, the ghost card pointed to the spades card and introduced: "Then this is the **** set. When you get angry, it will be out of control, and you will fight to death before you give up."

Other playing cards: "Oh, spades and spades, I don't know what it means."

Followed by the red heart group.

"Ah, that's the red heart team. Only if you have the heart can be hateful. The hatred is really terrible."