Unfortunately, the great devil will always be the great devil. The prince killed the devil and took the princess to live a sexual life from now on. This will only happen in fairy tales.

In 5 minutes, all 41 people lay in the open space, waiting for the doctor's treatment. The little pride in my heart had long been thrown out of the sky.

"Everyone, training will double from tomorrow." Li Zitao left with a dark face. Everyone lowered their heads in shame, feeling that they had let down the boss' expectations and cultivation.

Li Zitao was praising Wang Dagou at this moment, "The training effect is good, but it is still a young man's character. It is too easy to be proud and needs to be polished."

After Li Zitao said that, he waited for a long time, but he didn't hear Wang Dagou reply. He turned his head and found that he was looking at him with a strange look.

"What's wrong?" Li Zitao looked up and down at his body, "There's nothing strange!"

"When you speak, can you not be so old-fashioned? Don't forget your age?" Wang Dagou said helplessly.

"..." Thinking of the number 17, Li Zitao smiled awkwardly.

Perhaps it was because of his memories of his previous life or his perverted strength that he always ignored his age and seemed a little mature.

"I'm going out tomorrow, and I'll leave it to you." This is the first time Li Zitao mentioned this word, but it contains a heavy weight.

"Well, don't worry, you should pay attention to safety." Wang Dagou knew what he was going to do, and wanted to persuade him to bring more people, but he also knew that he couldn't persuade him at all.

Since Jack Chen was accidentally beaten to death by him, the boy in front of him has become increasingly unfamiliar, and it has made him increasingly unable to understand.

Fortunately, the two of them are still together and their lives are getting better and better.

Although such a life may be torn apart in the next second, at least at this second, they do not need to be afraid of life and do not need to endure hunger.

"Li, I'm leaving." The two of them were walking forward with their own thoughts, and a figure suddenly stood in front of Li Zitao.

"Why are you leaving suddenly?" Looking at Bergman, Li Zitao felt a little reluctant.

He was used to the existence of this woman, used to her running around in front of him every day, used to her nagging and preaching endlessly, used to her being speechless by herself, and gritting her teeth and looking at her fiercely.

"I always have to leave, right?" Bergman said with some loss.

"Well, that's right, I'll leave." Li Zitao took a deep breath, looked up at her and smiled, "Let's go, I'll give you my own gift."

Li Zitao is not an idiot or a fool. His daily life has made him understand the thoughts of this somewhat naive woman.

But his first reaction was not pride and joy, but was very panic. The feeling of being empty and at ease made Li Zitao choose to remain silent.

Love? For him now, it is a luxury that can only be seen from afar but cannot have.

Although he has a lot of fun every day, Li Zitao is not a passionate person. He just has the habit of silk yy.

When love really hit him, and it was a goddess like Bergman who was well-educated, had a good family background, and had the best appearance and figure, Li Zitao became cowardly.

He was afraid that he would not be able to give Bergman a future, and even now he could not even afford a promise, because after every night, he didn't know if he could see the sun again.

In the taxi to the airport, Bergman wanted to express his feelings several times, but he was always distracted by Li Zitao.

So when Bergman got off the bus at the airport, his eyes were already red. Finally, he looked at Li Zitao with resentment, and then stomped his feet and turned around and left.

In 1914, America had many airlines, including Braniff, Pan American, Delta, United, Global, Northwest, China Eastern Airlines, etc.

At this time, the number of passengers was small, and people did not trust the planes so they chose more ferries and trains. At this time, the airline was more used to transport parcels.

That's right, the biggest purpose of transport aircraft was to transport soldiers, tanks and vehicles on the battlefield, which was to be used as express delivery.

Of course, this time it should be called slow delivery, because its speed is really slow.

In 1925, the famous Ford Motor acquired an aircraft manufacturing company, and the civil aviation aircraft produced was called trimotor. This aircraft can carry 12 passengers, completely opening up the civil aviation era and was the most important model of early civil aviation in the 1920s.

It was at this time that it accumulated strong experience in aircraft manufacturing that, after World War II began and the United States joined the war, Ford decisively stopped production of civilian vehicles.

In less than three years, it has built thousands of bombers, nearly 60,000 aircraft engines, and 250,000 tanks, and began to make a fortune in war.

Seeing Bergman's figure disappearing into the airport, Li Zitao's gaze returned to focus with a sudden look, knowing that this farewell might be forever.

At this moment, a hard object was pressed against her waist, and a gloomy growl rang behind her: "Don't move, follow me obediently."

Li Zitao smiled faintly, letting the other party press his hands against his shoulders, and pushed him into the car next to him. The man in the car raised the muzzle on his leg and signaled him to get in the car honestly.

Sitting in the middle by two gunmen, Li Zitao had already guessed who wanted to see him.

Except for the bold Italian mafia, who dared to hijack him with a gun in front of the airport gate in broad daylight?

The car was parked in front of a bar, and Li Zitao was snatched to the second floor. The dim room was light and dark, and the light bulbs were flickering. A figure sat behind a wide carved mahogany table. His face looked a little hazy under the smoke, and only the sparks of cigarette butts were dazzling.

"Mr. Paul Rika, are you in a good mood recently?" Li Zitao did not recognize the face opposite, but this did not prevent him from guessing the other party's identity.

For this meeting, he had enough patience to wait for two weeks, but the other party was even more anxious than he thought. He planned to dial the number in his pocket tomorrow.

"Whose person are you?" Paul Rika's face, hiding behind the smoke, changed in a volatile manner. Li Zitao's calmness made him a little puzzled.

"Paul, maybe we should talk alone." Li Zitao looked around, and the meaning was obvious. He didn't want outsiders to have an outsider in the conversation between the two.

"Boy, shut your mouth." The subordinate standing next to him roared with a ferocious look. He stepped forward and raised his hand in two steps and wanted to use the butt to give Li Zitao a while.

Squat down, twisted his waist and turned around, raised his foot and kicked him up. The soles of his feet touched the other party's chin, and before he could even scream, his body flew backwards and hit the wall.

After shaking his coat, Li Zitao seemed to be unable to see the guns around him, looking at Paul Rika provocatively, as if saying, "These people can't stop me."

With a cigar-squeezing hand, the room fell back into silence, and Paul Rika walked out from behind the table, "Who hired you, how much does he give you?"

"No one hired me, I worked for myself." Li Zitao spread his hands and smiled.

"So...what do you want?" Paul Rika looked at him with a gloomy look. The young man made him a little confused, as if he was facing Capone.

No, Capone can only be considered moody, and the bright light in his eyes made him know that the other party is not the kind of pervert who kills and enjoys fun.

"I want you." When Paul Rika heard this, he tightened his chrysanthemum. Fortunately, Li Zitao continued: "There is everything about Capone, I want the whole of Chicago."

Knowing that he was wrong, Paul Rica did not relax. The other party wanted to become the new king of Chicago.

Haha, is it just his skills?

Paul Rika admitted that he was very good at his skill and was as fast as lightning, but no matter how fast he could pass thousands of machine guns, and could pass grenades and explosives?

"Paul, Capone is becoming history. He has no chance to get out of prison again. You need to make new choices." Li Zitao exposed some information appropriately.

Paul Rica was not surprised to hear these words. When Capone asked him to contact Johnny's father and Luciano, he knew Capone was in trouble.

Otherwise, with his temperament of being timid, how could he ask others for help, even if it was Johnny's father and Luciano?

"Why don't I do it alone? Why do you think you can take over Chicago?" Paul Rika said with disdain in a frivolous tone.

Frank and McGun were both dead, and Capone's brothers were all in Cicero, and they didn't dare to come out at all.

As long as he kills Joe, Capone's most trusted personal bodyguard, he can take over everything from Capone's group, even if it's just a part, it's better than being someone else's subordinate.

"No, no, you made a mistake." Li Zitao came to the table and sat on the table with his hands, "Chicago is mine, and I chose you."

He reached out and shot at Paul Rika. His gloomy murderous intent made him stay where he was. A drop of sweat left from the corner of his eyes, just like the actual murderous intent made him panic.

"Otherwise, there is no need for you and all this to exist." Fire the gun, 'piu,' Li Zitao jumped off the table and walked out in a wandering courtyard.

Scream~

When he opened the wooden door, Li Zitao said with a slightly raised mouth: "I'll wait for your news, you know where to find me."

Paul Rika stood there with his eyes flashing, until the sound of footsteps outside the door completely disappeared, and the right hand holding the cigar trembled unnaturally, and he shivered and placed the cigarette next to his mouth.

"Hiss...huh..." Paul Rika's heart returned to calm after he let out a deep breath of cigarette.

Over the years, he has seen countless ruthless people, killers, drug dealers, and madmen, but no one has ever been able to give him such a strong sense of oppression.

At that moment just now, Paul Rika even felt a suffocating feeling of falling into the water.

Although there are more than 20 subordinates outside and hundreds of people will be able to support the surround here within 5 minutes, Paul Rika still has a ridiculous thought in his heart, 'As long as he wants, he will die...'
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