Danny, who left the room, stood outside the door for a long time before leaving silently.

Alill only knew that his source of information was no longer timely, but he did not know the deeper meaning inside.

Someone is restricting his channels and reducing his security rights.

Gerkt.

"I'm just doing my duty, but now it seems -- things are becoming more and more like a personal grudge." Danny looked at his hands.

These hands have not been stained with blood for a long time. It seems that some people have forgotten that he did not rely on his relationship to take the position of the boss's safety supervisor.

...

...

San Antonio, Carlo Gambino and Corlia, who disappeared in Vegas, appeared in a farmhouse outside the outskirts.

"Is it safe here?" Corlia asked vigilantly as she watched the farmer in work clothes leave.

"It's very safe. They no longer do this. If it weren't for the friendship before, we wouldn't have the chance to be here." Carlo said affirmatively.

"I hope you are right." Corlia said.

Carlo didn't mind his caution. In fact, what they need most now is caution, but there is another thing to be sure of.

‘’Warning, when will it arrive?” Carlo pulled out his pistol and checked the barrel and magazine.

"Soon." Seeing Carlo still staring at him and showing an unfriendly attitude, Coria said again: "Tonight, they will send their weapons here."

"Do I have everything I want?" Carlo wanted to be sure of it.

He could not lose this opportunity. He was in his fifties, no longer young, and no longer had another chance.

Therefore, he must seize this opportunity and let his family replace the two disappearing families and become the new rulers.

Although he could not control this power for too long, maybe only for a short time.

But he was able to leave this right to his descendants, sons, grandsons, great-grandsons, and many grandsons, and passed on from generation to generation.

Gambino has no guilt for what he has done, and he will not want his descendants to clear their identities and do some work that is destined to be not theirs.

The Gambino family is destined to be dark, forever-

Late at night, the lights on the farm were turned off, and two trucks without headlights slowly drove towards the farm.

There is a person in front of each car to lead the way, and the flashlight they hold is the only lighting tool.

The car quickly walked around the back door of the barn behind the farm. The warehouse door opened and heavy weapon boxes were moved into the barn.

"It's this." Looking at the unassembled parts in the box, Carlo touched them with his hands with a stunning expression, gentle like a lover's caress.

"Yes, the T161E3, only exists in the legendary model. In fact, it has not been finalized yet. Specific adjustments and improvements are still in progress, this time--"

Corlia suddenly stopped and changed the subject; "Be careful when using these weapons, and return them completely after the end, otherwise you and me will be careful."

"I know the rules." Grabbing the barrel, Carlo said excitedly: "When things are over, they will be yours again."

...

...

Li's Apartment, 3rd floor underground.

"Danny is back in New York?" Lilith He asked in surprise.

"Yes, he is actually on our heads now." His subordinate pointed to the top of his head.

"It seems that our actions have worked. If he can come back, maybe we can become friends." Lilith He Qingqiao said.

"I think it's difficult," another man said, covering his microphone. "I just investigated the weapons reserves of ASCHEN, and a batch of weapons are missing."

"How many?" Lilith He Lengran asked.

"Enough to arm a reinforcement group." The man shrugged and handed the microphone, "Maybe you want to ask yourself."

upstairs.

Danny was walking around the greenhouse, walking around the flowerbed in front of him like an invisible corner.

As he reached the end, a small, seemingly inconspicuous door appeared in front of him, and Danny pushed it open.

"Danny." Franti, who was sitting beside the bed, with a tall body and meticulously carved hair, seemed to be waiting for him.

"Butler of Francis." Danny lowered his head slightly and paid tribute to him.

This is Franti's room. He does not have a spacious bedroom, his own private living room and balcony, and can enjoy sunshine and all the luxury goods as the outside world speculates.

His room was only a dozen square feet, a simple four-legged wooden desk and a chair.

Near the door, there is a wash rack, and the basin is separated by clean water, and towels are folded into squares and placed on it.

The single bed is against the wall, without a trace of wrinkle on it.

There is a small platform sunk inwardly on the wall, with a silver wine pot on it, and the light bulb hanging in the center of the room hangs above the head.

This is Franti's room, so simple that no one would believe it, and in fact few people knew that he lived there.

Even the maids who also worked here knew little about his personal life.

"Are you coming back?" Franti invited him to sit in the only chair in the room, his attitude still as gentle as before.

"No, I'm just passing by New York and feel like I should come and see you." Danny said with a smile.

"Sir, are not here," said Franti.

"I know, this time it's a private matter." Danny said.

Franti fell silent, and Danny remained silent too.

After a long time, it seemed like a tacit understanding was reached. Danny got up, pushed the chair back under the table, and said, "I'll leave first, I'll see you if I have time."

"good."

Seeing him walk out of the room, Franti's mouth moved, and finally opened his mouth and said, "That's what sir means."

The steps outside the door paused slightly, and the door closed.

Although he received no response, Francis was sure that he heard it.

He just hopes that this incident will not affect Danny's impression in Mr.

"Where is he?" Lilith He rushed to the reception room and asked fiercely, but no one knew what she was asking.

"Danny, where is he?" Lilith He asked again.

"Sorry, Miss He, we didn't meet Mr. Danny. Wasn't he in Vegas?" a maid whispered.

"Are you hiding it for him?" Lilith He stared at the maid who spoke with a bad expression. The other party retreated in fear and lowered his head.

"He." A voice suddenly sounded, and Francis appeared on the steps.

Seeing that it was him, Lilith's momentum gradually softened and said, "Butler Flange, I'm looking for Danny."

"Then you should go find him, instead of making things difficult for a maid here." Franti said calmly.

"I know he is here, and someone is hiding it for him." Lilith He said in a cold tone and threatening manner.

"Is that?" Franti stood in front of her with his hands behind his back, blocking her gaze at the maids.

"Then your problem, I am the manager of Li's daily life, they are all mine."

Franti's tone changed, and with a frivolous tone with a certain smile, Lilith He felt a little uneasy.

"Miss He, please think clearly about what you are doing and what Gerctor's responsibilities before teaching me a lesson next time.

Actually, I don't think Mr. Gert was created to deal with himself, or to work hard and loyal maids for him.

If you don't mind, I will convey your meaning to Mr. in time after he returns.”
Chapter completed!