Chapter 293 Marlena Lost Her Husband

In the darkness, a group of more than ten people was hiding and sneaking outside a country manor. Under the dim moonlight, following a few gestures from the leader, the group of more than ten people circled the manor, climbed over the high wall at different locations, and entered the courtyard. middle.

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard far away in this empty countryside, in the dead of night. In the houses in the distance, dogs began to bark non-stop, and the barking of several dogs soon became one. There was an angry sound of someone scolding the dog in the distance, but no one in the house lit a lamp or came over to check.

After the first gunshot, gunshots rang out in droves. The sounds included shotguns, small revolvers, and repeating submachine guns. No specific situation could be seen in the dark night, only the cold faces that flashed away under the gunfire. . The air pollution caused by the incomplete combustion of gunpowder is not visible, but the breath is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

After a while, the intensive gunfire stopped, except for a few sharp shots. It was a group of people who were still worried about their cautious actions, adding gunfire to the corpses that had been beaten into sieves. As the sound of refilling the gun fell, there were violent shouts from men, and the wails of women and children.

In this land of Sicily, the principle of not harming the young and old is still followed. As long as women and children are sensible, as long as they don't have hateful eyes, and as long as they accept the death of the breadwinner of the family, they will be safe.

But it's a pity that women are okay. Even hatred can hide their intentions. Some children are not so lovable.

The masked leader pointed at one of the half-grown men and a small child. As the woman cried for mercy, one of his men shot the child who wanted revenge without hesitation. Send them to God.

Then several people were separated and began to search for money in his home.

"Sir, all the cash was found here, including 80,000 U.S. dollars and 70,000 lire."

"Let's go."

Wang Yan nodded, turned and left. The person who reported to him put away the money, waved his hand to the group of people behind him, and quickly followed them. As for the many corpses in the manor, they don't need to worry about it, the Tang's men who were killed will take care of it. The Tang who was killed was the biggest gangster in Messina. He sold arms, resold people, and had a factory that processed conch sounds. He was so powerful that he was at the forefront of Sicily.

To be honest, Wang Yan didn't want to kill him so early, because he originally planned to contact his subordinates and help someone to take over those channels. But the strength on the surface was much different, and the plan failed to come true. And just a few days ago, this guy sent someone to attack Leo and almost killed him. Wang Yan, as a father, naturally couldn't ignore it, although he really wanted Leo to die...

So after preparing for a few days and finding out the situation, Wang Yan personally brought people over to send him to meet Satan.

As for the money, it's certainly not all. With such a big business, that little money was not enough, so Wang Yan did not leave any money for the remaining women and children. Someone would take care of them.

It has been nine months since I last talked to those hooligans. It is now mid-March of 1941, and in three months it will be the first anniversary of Wang Yan's arrival here.

Since the last time he contacted his quartermaster relatives through the Sheriff again, the development of the entire organization has been on the fast track.

Raw materials and some finished products are obtained through quartermasters and smuggled to other countries for sale. It is basically a black market business, and gangsters or other people over there take over. After taking back the money, he continued to ask for directions, bypassing the quartermaster to establish relationships with people at higher levels, and obtain larger quantities of supplies. In this way, the troubles started rolling off.

Of course, Wang Yan still remembered about building a factory. He bought a garment factory at a low price and the original owner became the manager. They also robbed a cigarette factory. It wasn't that Wang Yan was unreasonable, but after he made the bid, the factory owner actually threatened them, saying that he knew this and that, so he died.

Of course there will be trouble, and the mafia can't be so rampant. But Wang Yan had a beautiful sword in his hand, which prevented trouble and formed new friendships. In the past six months, I have made a lot of money and it has been very smooth.

The reason why Messina's gangster leader was killed was of course because of business. After Leo met higher-level military personnel, they started an arms business and sold them to other countries' armed forces, guerrillas, etc. on the European continent. No matter which aspect, sell it if you give it money. Although Italian arms are not as good as fine weapons, they are still cheaper, so sales are still good. But this affected the business of the gangster leader in Messina, so there was assassination and revenge.

It’s no wonder that people don’t take Leo seriously. Although the Correa family has been notorious recently and the Tangs on the east coast have basically changed, but judging from their external performance, they are just a medium-sized force. That’s all. Across Sicily, the gangster leaders who controlled the big cities didn't care about Leo. In particular, his rise to power was not glorious. Not to mention other families, even some well-informed ordinary people knew that Don Correa of ​​the East Coast was a man who rose to power by betraying the leader, and no one looked up to him.

But this time Leo finally stood up. With this record, he is probably a big shot in Sicily. Of course, if possible, Leo doesn't want it.

Leo is a smart man. He will do whatever Wang Yan asks him to do. He will never do anything Wang Yan doesn't say. Spend the money you are given, and don’t take it if you don’t have the money. You are very honest. He didn't let Wang Yan find a chance to kill him, so he just became his puppet and took the blame.

Not everyone can grasp the possibility of a poor man suddenly becoming rich or suddenly becoming famous. Maybe it's because Leo is very afraid of death, or maybe it's because he's gifted at pretending. Anyway, he hasn't shown any ambition so far, and the mascot is doing a good job.

Like Zoltan and Magnus, as the organization expanded and their wealth surged, they couldn't find their way around. The strength of their men also gave them a certain illusion, and they no longer respected Wang Yan, so they failed to survive last year's winter. Leo was always cautious, but now he was even more stable.

In view of this performance, Wang Yan never took action. Although he has authority, killing Leo for no reason is a big blow to his credibility. After all, everyone knows about Leo's performance. He killed such an honest and obedient person, so who can guarantee that one day he will have a seizure and kill him? So that's it, if Leo can keep it up, he can always live.

As for the elite men, after such a long time, including the previous nine, there were only thirty. They were all elite men. He personally led them to fight with others on the smuggling route. They were much better than those dawdling military police and police.

In order for everything to be accomplished, not only must it be planned, but it must also be done secretly. If it is not secretive, it will be useless. Of course, if there are too many people, there will be a risk of exposure, so he was very cautious when recruiting people later, and even used tricks and scares to ensure that his existence was not leaked.

There are only thirty core members, but there are still many peripheral members, probably more than a hundred people. After all, his factories are not only in Syracuse, but also all over the East Coast, and they also need people to monitor them. But really speaking, they are just employees and cannot be considered a real mafia. They have to go through a test before they can officially join Wang Yan's so-called 'career'.

More than ten people got into three cars and drove toward Syracuse overnight. In order to kill the Don of Messina and teach all the families in Sicily a lesson, they had stayed in Messina for more than two days and wanted to go home.

Of course, today's cars are not as luxurious and convenient as later ones, and today's roads are certainly not as wide and flat as later ones. Long-distance driving is not an interesting thing. After several hours of turbulence, we finally returned to the stronghold outside the town at around 4 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Because it would be dawn in a while, Wang Yan did not stay long. He only asked people to inform Leo and negotiate with the Mafia family in Messina as previously agreed. They will definitely come to negotiate, because the new leader needs time to control the forces under his command, and will not start a war lightly. If conditions are met, he will try his best to meet them. Revenge is certain, but it will be a matter of the future. But whether you can repay it or whether you really want to repay it is a matter of two opinions.

As usual, he cautiously walked around in a large circle, and then returned home when the sky was dim. After a while, Marlena got up to make breakfast, so Wang Yan did not sleep. After washing, he sat on the sofa in the corner and thought about it. About the future.

The goal this time was clear, it must be to develop rockets, spaceships, nuclear fusion, new materials, etc., but what he was thinking about was how to operate it so as not to be killed. A non-European and American ethnic group has a lot of wealth and resources, and can influence the direction of many things. The only result is death.

Apart from anything else, if he works hard, all the behemoths listed on the New York Stock Exchange will be his. Whether it's energy, technology, communications, or anything else, he is absolutely capable of doing it, and that's called a capital empire. But his mortal body is definitely incapable of holding on.

A while ago, he sent people to the United States to do work. They were divided into two groups, all the way to New York on the east coast, and all the way to Los Angeles and San Francisco on the west coast. They registered serious companies to make serious olive oil and other things. Illegal business. After all, Italy is one of the main olive oil producing areas, and Sicily's output is not small, so it is close to the water. It's been a while and I haven't received feedback yet, it will be a while yet.

It is impossible to concentrate various industries in the United States. They must be divided into various parts of the world. It's too dangerous to stand brightly on the stage, so we have to do what we do now, with several mascots like Leo standing in front of the stage, with him controlling silently from behind.

His thoughts diverged, and then he remembered the third high-tech revolution after World War II. From this, he thought that the world's first electronic computer was successfully developed by the United States in 1946. It was a computer covering an area of ​​170 square meters and weighing three A ten-ton guy. It's now 2001, five years before it comes out. It is of course impossible to be the first because the technological foundation does not exist after all. Transistors were introduced in the late 1950s, integrated circuits were introduced in the 1960s, and large-scale integrated circuits were introduced in the 1970s.

At this point in time, he doesn’t want to be too developed or high-end. As long as it is the first to make a small ternary computer that can be used on a large scale, it will seize the market. Then with the development and application of a series of productivity tools, it is inevitable that most people will take over. So will he be able to change the technological development process of the world naturally?

As long as I have more than ten years to complete what should have been done in thirty years, everything will be natural, Wang Yan secretly thought...

"King, are you back?"

With such random thoughts, it was already bright before he realized it. Wang Yan was brought back to his senses by Marlena's voice and looked at the clock, which read seven o'clock.

"Good morning, Marlena." Wang Yan turned around and looked at Marlena who was coming downstairs with a kind smile.

Marlena was no longer as well-dressed as before, but she still didn't wear a suspender belt and wander around in front of Wang Yan, just because she wanted to be more at home. After getting along well for a year, Malena went from being afraid at the beginning to accepting her fate, and then bit by bit she began to try to understand Wang Yan, a thug from the East who lived under the same roof.

Wang Yan would not refuse, and under his intentional influence, he spoke more and more, allowing Marlena to fully understand him. And of course, needless to say, he is quite expert in breaking shoes after all. With the blessing of his charm, wisdom, grace, knowledge, etc., as Marlena got to know her more deeply, she naturally fell in love with him over time. Of course, 'ri' here is a noun, and he has been doing it for almost a year. monk.

The reason why there was no further development was that Marlena still thought that her husband couldn't let go, and he didn't want to force it. After all these years, I certainly have some patience. He made fun of himself for breaking the shoes, and of course he wouldn't mind. But after all, he knew that Marlena would always receive news of her husband's death, so why should he be impatient and leave the guilt for her ex-husband in Marlena's heart. It's better to wait until the news of Marlena's husband's death comes and not think about it.

"Breakfast will be ready soon. You can read a book first, Wang."

Seeing Wang Yan nodding in response, Marlena went to the bathroom to wash up a little happily, and then started to work in the kitchen to make breakfast.

She was quite flustered inside because her husband was fighting for his life on the battlefield and sent her a monthly allowance, but she had developed a crush on another man at home. She felt that she was sorry for her husband, and that she was a shameless woman, but she could not control her admiration.

Every time that man puts on the clothes she made by herself, she always feels proud when looking at his tall figure. Every time that man was happy, he would cook a Chinese dish with great enthusiasm, and she would always eat until she was full. Every time the man talked about various things around the world, she would always be obsessed with it. What she was obsessed with was not the different customs and customs in different places, but the man's knowledge. Every time the man didn't come home for many days, she was always worried. She knew what the man was doing, and she was afraid of losing...

After all kinds of thoughts, Marlena was sure that she fell in love with that Eastern man. But equally, she cannot betray her husband who is away from home. She didn't know what to do, so she kept struggling.

However, this entanglement did not last long. As time went by, when Wang Yan took up an increasing proportion in her heart, she gave up. For the romantic Italian girl, if she gives up, she can't control her, and she can't do as she pleases, that's it.

So she cooked for the man like a wife, washed the man's clothes like a wife, and worried about the man's safety like a wife. Apart from having no one to be with, this was the last thing she could do for her husband, and she wasn't sure how long she could last.

As time passed, her love for that man became stronger. She was suffering, and she didn't know when she would fall. She was looking forward to it.

Soon, a sumptuous breakfast was prepared, and the two of them sat at the dining table and started eating.

"Breakfast was well done, Marlena. Your craftsmanship has improved again." Wang Yan smiled and affirmed Marlena. Of course what he said was a lie, after all, the egg was still burnt. But at this time, who would tell the truth without understanding the charm? But to be honest, Marlena's cooking skills have indeed improved a lot compared to when he first came here.

Marlena smiled shyly: "It's much worse than what you cook. Your Chinese food is great."

"Want to eat it? Then let me rest for two days and cook it for you."

Some foreigners cannot adapt to Chinese cuisine, just like the various shops with authentic brands in various parts of the country, they must adapt to local tastes.

So when he made it, compared to the original Chinese cuisine, it was still different and closer to Marlena's taste. Of course, even if he wanted to do it, it would be very difficult, because now it is not as integrated as it was later, and many of the seasonings are incomplete. He doesn't have such superb cooking skills and can bring out the flavor of food with just simple seasonings. So it can be regarded as a different person. It is enough to fool Marlena, who has not left Sicily for so many years.

"That's really great." Marlena was happy and looked at Wang Yan: "Wang, I have heard that Don Correa was assassinated by someone else and his life was in danger. You went out this time because of this incident ? Is it going well?"

"It is indeed because of this incident that I went to Messina with them. It went very smoothly. No accidents happened. Don't worry." Wang Yan bent his arms and patted his biceps to show his health.

As for what Marlena heard about Leo's assassination, it couldn't be hidden, and there was no airtight wall. The fact that he was able to hide for so long without being exposed was all because of killing. As for Leo, a mafia boss whose reputation spreads throughout the east coast of Sicily, ordinary people naturally prefer gossip. Leo also sought medical treatment at that time, and there was a huge commotion, so it was impossible not to know about it.

The Sicilian law of silence is that only a few people know confidential matters. It is not like the carabinieri and police betraying family members, and it does not prevent everyone from discussing gossip. The mafia is not that powerful. Lao Mo, that Solini, they all sprayed to death, let alone a bunch of hooligans, it's no big deal.

Marlena nodded and did not continue. She knew that she could not always interfere with a man's career. As long as the man took care of his family and allowed his wife and children to live a good life, this was a fine Sicilian tradition.

Then she ran out of words to talk about some non-nutritious things, and Wang Yan also chatted with her word by word. Now that things have happened, there is really no need to show off one's feathers like a peacock courting a mate. Because what needs to be shown has already been shown, and what needs to be understood has been understood. As long as the news of Marlena's husband's death comes and someone else takes over, it will be over.

After having breakfast while chatting and laughing, Wang Yan left a message that he would have a good rest without lunch and went upstairs to sleep. He basically didn't sleep in the past two days. After all, murderers always kill, and he stayed with his men all the time. Although he was confident that no one would dare to touch him with the double guarantee of strong fists and money, he couldn't use his little one. Destined to test. After all, if it didn’t move once, wouldn’t it move twice or three times? People are the most complicated, and he can't guarantee whether all his men understand it.

Watching Wang Yan go upstairs, Marlena drank up the milk in the glass, hummed a Sicilian folk song softly, cleared the table, washed the plates and bowls, and rinsed the knives and forks. Then he took out a basin and washed his own and Wang Yan's clothes.

Time always flies by, and by the time she finishes washing their clothes, it's already past nine o'clock. Wang Yan's clothes could not be hung outside to dry, nor could they be placed on the first floor to avoid the sudden arrival of people, so she cleared a space in the room on the second floor and tied a rope to dry Wang Yan's clothes.

After she finished drying her clothes upstairs, she carried the basin to the yard and hung her clothes one by one on a rope in the yard.

"Marlena..."

Someone came running calling her name from a distance. She knew that person. He was a military clerk in the town.

"What's the matter? Mr. Oliver?"

Oliver ran closer, not hiding the lust in his eyes, but pretending to be sad on his face: "Oh, Miss Marlena, we just got the sad news that your husband, Lieutenant Antono Scodia, died in a Heroic death in action in East Africa..."

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