A Mercenary’s War - Chapter 2205

[Chapter 2172 Part 1]

Mario was expressionless and sat on the sofa.

Although he is a little old, Mario is definitely a handsome Italian. No matter when, his clothes are impeccable, but Mario’s expression at the moment is extremely serious.

Mario is surrounded by eight fully-armed people. They are no longer gangsters in suits and guns. That’s too low-end. Now the people who protect Mario are wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. Two eyes, at first glance, Beier is professional, and Beier has the special forces style, which makes Beier feel safe.

Mario can feel a little at ease only if there is someone around him to protect him.

Mario was waiting, and he ventured back to his home just to see who dared to reach out to him, and who dared to come and fight him to the death.

Although the showdown is completely forced, Mario has always avoided the embarrassing question, preferring to feel that everything is still in his control.

Cesare sat opposite Mario, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, but his red wine had been in his hand since he took a sip, and he never moved it.

Mario looked at his watch, and after staring at it for dozens of seconds, he put down his hand and continued to stare at the TV blankly.

Suddenly, Cesare’s phone rang.

Cesare immediately put down the wine glass, connected the phone instantly, and then said solemnly: “Hello.”

Cesare’s eyes suddenly widened, and he lost his voice: “Really?”

Mario stared at Cesare closely. Cesare turned sideways, avoiding Mario’s direct gaze, which was very rude to his boss, but he couldn’t face his boss’s gaze.

Finally, Cesare put down the phone and said in a very weak voice: “Sophia has found it.”

“Really? Where is she!”

Mario finally cheered up, he stood up and looked still sitting on the sofa Cesare.

Cesare stood up, not daring to look directly at Mario, and whispered: “At the door of the TV station, where did someone put her.”

Looking at Cesare’s appearance, listening to Cesare’s tone, Mali Ao’s face changed again in an instant, he slowly leaned back, and then fell down on the sofa.

Cesare bowed his head in silence.

Mario also lowered his head, crossed his fingers, clasped his hands tightly, placed it in front of his mouth, and blew into his palm, then whispered, “She’s dead.”

Cesare nodded and said in a low voice: “Yes.”

Mario closed his eyes and said feebly: “Send her home, bring Sofia back, and let me see her.”

Cesare hesitated for a moment, and it was difficult to say what he was about to say. Thinking about how to tell him what happened in the gentlest and least irritating tone of Mario, but after thinking about it, he couldn’t find any words that he could say.

After all, no matter how tactful it is, the truth is still the same cruel.

Looking at Cesare who had been hesitant, Mario’s face became even more ugly. He stretched out his hand and reached for the red wine that Cesare had taken a sip. After taking a sip, he said in a low voice: “Speak, it happened. What?”

Cesare squeezed his hands tightly and whispered: “They sent back Sofia’s, uh, part of it, are you okay?”

Mario seemed to be twenty years older for a moment.

Mario stared at Cesare, shook his head, and whispered: “How dare they, Cesare, how dare they do this?” The

same question, Mario asks every day these days, if there is a big event Occurs, such as the death of an important member of the Cicero family, Mario will repeat the same question dozens or hundreds of times, so Cesare does not answer this question now, because he knows that Mario is just asking.

There is no answer to this question, only the result. Only God knows why a small mercenary group dares to be the enemy of the Cicero family, and only God knows why the big Ivan will take revenge like crazy for a mercenary. This kind of question is fundamental There are no answers, only results that have become a reality.

After another dead silence, Cesare whispered: “Are you all right, I suggest you go to bed and rest.”

Mario pointed to the empty glass and whispered: “Pour me a glass of wine, Lily Wine.”

Cesare poured a glass of whiskey, Mario drank it, and after a few violent coughs, he pointed to the empty glass and signaled to pour it again, and said in a low voice: “Do you think they will come? .”

“Should… not.”

Mario let out a long breath, and then he whispered: “Cesare, how dare they do this? How dare they.” The

same question came again.

After repeating it again, Mario said solemnly: “Bring Sofia home, anyway, I want to see her, and then prepare her funeral.”

Cesare said with difficulty: “Sofia, she, secret Funeral?”

“No, don’t have a secret funeral, Sophia likes to be lively, don’t have a secret funeral, let her relatives and friends come to send her off, there will be no chance in the future.”

Cesare loosened his neckline with difficulty and pulled it away.

Then, he said in a low voice, “It’s not right, Sofia, Sofia is only back, part of it.”

It was difficult but finally to say part of the word, Cesare said in a low voice.

He took a gulp of whiskey and took a gulp of whisky for himself, no matter what, he finally told the truth.

Cesare was relieved, but Mario was petrified. After a long time, Mario picked up the glass and took another sip, but this time he didn’t say anything.

After a long silence, Cesare’s phone finally rang again.

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Cesare was so grateful for the phone call, which could bring him out of the dead silence.

After answering the call, Cesare

immediately shouted excitedly: “Really? Did you make a mistake? Where is it!”

He stopped the microphone and said urgently to Mario: “Fatino’s mobile phone has a signal! I tracked it down, in an abandoned factory outside Rome.”

Mario’s eyes recovered, and he said solemnly: “This is Can you determine the location this time? The exact location.”

“Yes! The phone is turned off, but it never moved after the signal appeared, so they should be there. According to the previous analysis, Fatino’s mobile phone should be blocked in the car. If the signal is lost, there will be a short signal only when the trunk is opened. The approximate location can be determined, but the precise location cannot be determined. Later, the signal is lost and it may have been thrown away, but now it is not the case. The mobile phone may have been in them. Beside me.”

Mario closed his eyes, and after thinking for a while, he opened his eyes again and said very firmly: “Trap, this is a trap.” (To be continued.)

[End of this Chapter]