Dismusk led everyone back to the manor, turned his head slightly to James and said, "You can inform all the big guys to go to the meeting room on the second floor to have a meeting."

"Yes, my godfather!" James nodded and responded.

As soon as he finished his orders, Dismusk turned around and saw Claudia McKenin, one of his newly appointed party rectifiers, hurriedly walked over. When he saw Dismusk, he seemed to have met the real master and hurriedly said, "Godfather, when I was entertaining guests, I suddenly heard the dense gunshots. What happened?"

"Uh... some troublemakers... have been cleaned up. Please ask Carmen for details!" Dismusk was obviously not very interested and said casually.

"Master Carmen..." Claudia raised her eyes when she heard the words, and saw Carmen behind the godfather, and couldn't help but exclaim... Then her eyes narrowed, and her hands couldn't help but cover her mouth.

Dismusk looked at her with a frown, and walked over without saying anything; but Claudia rushed directly to Carmen behind him, looking at his white dress with blood red, and his hands couldn't help but touch the blood red, and kept saying "Master Carmen, you are not injured, are you?" His anxious and caring expression was not as if he was pretending.

Carmen's ever-changing expression changed, his cheeks twitched slightly, revealing a smile that was even worse than crying. For the love between men and women, a tip of the iceberg would gradually melt in the tender warmth of water. Especially when Claudia's little hand touched her body and moved, the calm lake surface in her heart was inevitably a little excited. He reached out and grabbed the little hand that was groping on his body, and couldn't help but swayed, as if he was electrocuted. He quickly put down the tenderness, tightly tightened his face to cover up his inner gaze, and murmured, "I'm fine..."

Then, under Claudia's eyes as if a mouse had seen a cat, Carmen was oiled in her feet, and the wind in her ears quickly escaped from the tenderness of nephrite, following the steps of the godfather, leaving only Claudia's confusion expression and eyes that seemed to be unaware.

Second floor—Conference room

The large conference room is the first time in the history of Louis Manor that is full of people and crowded, with standing figures around. It can be said that this is the largest meeting held since Dismusk took over the Mafia. It is also the gathering of all the elites of the world's Mafia elites to form an unprecedented huge force, but the premise of this force is that someone can gather them together and play the greatest role...

Dismusk sat casually in the main seat, watching the dozen maids holding the tray, twisting their seductive figures, and walking into the house with nervous expressions. They all knew that there was no one who could underestimate the person who could come to this room, and that any one could determine their life and death. They dragged the tray over the crowd, and the tray was covered with white porcelain cups and just brewed coffee, and they were carefully placed on the long conference table. After a while, they worked hard and carefully retreated. Only some of the big guys in the house were sitting at the conference table, with poor power standing on the side, and some were fighting for a seat, while the rest were sitting and standing, talking in groups from there in a low voice, and their eyes were sweeping around from time to time.

Looking at the various life situations in the house, Dismusk felt that it was time to make his voice sound.

"Ahem, quiet! Quiet..." Dismusk coughed lightly, slowly stood up from the chair, and stopped the lively, just like the conference room in the Catania market area of ​​Sicily. Seeing everyone silent, Dismusk sat on the chair again, looked around, and stared at him intently. Looking at such a person, Dismusk suddenly felt very tired and didn't want to take any turns. He was just a straight person. Since he got into the mafia, everything

All difficulties are crushed by force, rebellion, suppression, blood, and cleaning... soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, and soil comes to suppress, and one force is to reduce ten times. This move is very useful, so Diss said directly as usual, "Today, I killed the FBI people, which is likely to be considered by the Americans to be a provocation to it. The darkness of Sicily will come again, just like World War II. I don't know when it will end. I want to know who can help me now."

As soon as Dismusk's words fell, everyone was startled first, then there was a brief silence, carefully considering their gains and losses, and some even whispered to the people they knew next to them. At first, it was like a whisper, but gradually the voice in the conference room became louder and louder.

This time Dismusk did not interrupt them. It was not easy to make such a quick move in front of the two forces. Moreover, one was the Bureau of Investigation, which represents one of the most powerful countries in the world, and the other was just a huge and scattered world gang organization that was active among the people. The two were extremely surprised, because no available resources of the two organizations were comparable. Whoever was stronger and who was weak, as long as they were not fools, anyone could understand it. However, there was another important factor to consider, that is, geographical location, one was in the Americas and the other was in Europe, so that they could have a certain ability to deal with each other.

But the Black Hands and Party family located in America is more dangerous and they have considered more things. Now, Anthony Finch Gillovis, the patriarch of the Giroves family among the five major families in New York, slowly stood up in the seat on the right side of Dismusk, nodded slightly to everyone, then looked at Dismusk with a smile, and said in a low voice.

"Although there is something that is hard to say, I still stood up. It takes a lot of courage. But I have no choice. Our territory is located in New York, USA, and is the focus of the FBI care. If business accidents are unsuccessful, we are the brunt of it. I hope to fight side by side with the godfather, but I have to take care of the family's interests. Therefore, I hope that His Excellency Dismusk can understand our situation."

After saying that, he looked around, and finally nodded to Dismusk, who was sitting at the seat before slowly sitting down. Dismusk kept staring at Anthony. His words, his actions, and the eyes he looked around intentionally or unintentionally after he finished speaking, all revealed that the meaning he expressed represented the opinions of those people. In front of him were the three giants of the American Black Hand. Party, the godfather of modern crime - Charlie Lucien, King of Chicago - Al Capone, and the remaining one was Vito Corleon. This person is the son of Saint Vito, who comes from an ancient Black Hand. Party family, which has an important position. Then, the hints of these three people also represent the attitude of the American Black Hand. Party.

Since someone started to start, the people below also expressed their opinions enthusiastically, and the originally quiet conference room became a vegetable market again.

“I think it’s not a wise choice to wrestle a government.”

"Hey, that guy, have we been boxing with the government all the time. The line that wanders on the edge of law and morality has always been our code of conduct. The government is driving its administrative capabilities under the law. We are not illegal. Why do we have to raise the white flag first, then go home to fish, or go to the iron house to get bread..."

"The US government is a country with a clear and uneven appearance. I don't think that under the surveillance of the law, it does not have some dark and dirty ways to deal with it. In the face of such a country, we should make a wise and quick rule rather than challenge them because our organization does not receive the label of terrorism."

"Also, I don't want to play some cat and mouse games, or the exciting life of running around."

Most of the foreign members hesitated about this matter, and only the Godfather's direct lineage was willing to fully support Dismusk.

Seeing this, Dismusk was a little annoyed. He was really a mess. Although he unified Sicily, Europe has not yet been included in Sicily's sphere of influence. Although Dis is nominally the godfather of the world's black hand party, his influence has far not touched the entire world, and it has not been able to handle Europe, which is close to it.

Looking at these things that are stingy, since they are thinking of Mingzhe to protect themselves, will the wolf give the sheep a chance to retreat? Most people are vulnerable and dare not stand up. Even the Sicily local families dare not express their true meaning easily and clearly. They are hesitating, they are watching, and they are not willing. Thinking of this, Dismusk was slightly angry and called a few prominent figures directly. The answers they got were also vague. Aroused by this, Dismusk was passionate and rushed into his mind. He was young and frivolous. He squinted his eyes and swept around, then stood up with a whisper.

Carmen, who was sitting next to him, was shocked. The matter itself was caused by him. At this time, the meeting hosted by the Godfather was paying for his impulse, but at this moment he was in such a dilemma. Seeing the Godfather standing up, Carmen couldn't help but worry and shouted softly, "Godfather?"

Then he was about to stand up, but as soon as he was about to get up, his arm was gently pulled. Carmen couldn't help but turn around and see the owner of the jade hand that grabbed his arm, Claudia McKenning.

Carmen threw a puzzled look at him. Claudia looked straight at Carmen, biting her lower lip, and shook her head gently. Her eyes were as fascinated as clear water, as if she begged not to touch the volcanic blast of Godfather.

Although Carmen was puzzled, he had been working with her day and night for the past month. He also knew that she was a strong woman who was meticulous and rigorous in doing things. Another important point was that she would not harm herself. As for this, it was just Carmen's self-feeling, but for some reason it was so strong. He was sure that she would not harm him, that's all.

Dismusk slapped the table and stood up. Everyone was shocked by the godfather's actions. They were stunned and stared at the young man standing up from the main seat in a daze.

Dismusk looked at everyone present angrily, those cowards, those wastes, and those timid and escaping villains.

"You cowards, when danger comes, escaping is always your best choice. The waste in the black party, the residue of Sicily, the borers in the crowd, what you did makes me feel disgusted. It's a mess, the best choice for the enemy is to defeat them one by one. They have all drawn their swords. You bastards still want to waving their tails to pray for peace at them. It's ridiculous. Save it, stupid pigs!" Dismusk looked angry, pointed at everyone and roared loudly.
Chapter completed!