Chapter 2195

Mario sat on the sofa without expression.

Although he is a little old, Mario is definitely an Italian handsome man. His clothes are impeccable at any time, but Mario's expression is extremely serious at the moment.

There are eight heavily armed people around Mario. They are no longer gangsters in suits and guns. That's too low-end. Now the people who protect Mario are wearing bulletproof clothes and helmets. They are black all over. They only show two eyes. At first glance, they are professional and special forces, which makes people feel safe.

Mario can feel a little at ease only if he is protected by someone around him.

Mario is waiting. He risks returning to his home to see who dares to stretch out his claws to him and who dares to come to him to fight to the death.

Although fighting to the death is completely forced, Mario always avoids this embarrassing question. He prefers to feel that everything is still under his control.

Cesare sat opposite Mario with a glass of red wine in his hand, but his red wine has been in his hand since he took a sip, and has never moved again.

Mario looked at his watch and stared at it for dozens of seconds before he put down his hand and continued to stare at the TV expressionless.

Suddenly, chessare's phone rang.

Chessare immediately put down his glass, immediately connected the phone, and then said in a deep voice, "hello."

Chessare's eyes suddenly opened wide and lost his voice: "really?"

Mario stared at Cesare. Cesare turned sideways and avoided Mario's direct eyes. It was very impolite to his boss, but he couldn't face his boss's eyes.

Finally, Cesare put down the phone and said in a weak voice, "Sophia has found it."

"Really? Where is she?"

Mario was finally excited. He stood up and looked at Cesare, who was still sitting on the sofa.

Cesare stood up, did not dare to look directly at Mario and whispered, "at the door of the TV station, someone put her there."

Looking at Cesare's appearance and listening to Cesare's tone, Mario suddenly changed his face. He leaned back slowly, and then fell down on the sofa.

Cesare bowed his head and remained silent.

Mario also lowered his head, crossed his fingers, clenched his hands, put them in front of his mouth, blew a breath towards the palm, and whispered, "she's dead."

Cesare nodded and whispered, "yes."

Mario closed his eyes and said weakly, "take her home, bring Sophia back, and let me see her."

Cesare hesitated for a moment. What he wanted to say was difficult to export. He was thinking about how to tell him what had happened with the most gentle and least irritating tone of Mario, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find any words that could be spoken.

After all, no matter how gently said, the fact is still the same cruel.

Looking at chessare, who had been hesitating, Mario's face became more ugly. He reached out and reached hard to get chessare's red wine. After pouring it all down, he whispered, "come on, what happened."

Cesare squeezed his hands vigorously and whispered, "they sent back some of Sophia's, er, are you okay?"

Mario was twenty years old in a flash.

Mario looked at Cesare, shook his head and whispered, "how dare they, Cesare, how dare they do this?"

Mario has asked the same question every day these days. If something big happens, such as the death of an important member of Cicero family, Mario will repeat the same question dozens or hundreds of times, so Cesare doesn't 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 an enemy of Cicero family, and only God knows why big Ivan will retaliate like crazy for a mercenary. This question has no answer at all, only the result that has become a reality.

After another dead silence, Cesare whispered, "are you okay? I suggest you go to bed and have a rest."

Mario pointed to the empty glass and whispered, "pour me a glass of wine, spirits."

Cesare poured a glass of whisky, and Mario drank it. Then after a few violent coughs, he pointed to the empty glass and poured it again. Then he whispered, "do you think they will come?"

"Should... No."

Mario took a long breath, and then he whispered, "Cesare, how dare they do this? How dare they."

The same question comes again.

After repeating it again, Mario whispered, "take Sophia home. Anyway, I want to see her, and then prepare her funeral."

Cesare said hard, "Sophia, is she a secret funeral?"

"No, no secret funerals. Sophia likes lively funerals. Don't have secret funerals. Let her relatives and friends send her off. She won't have a chance in the future."

Cesare loosened his neckline and tore off his tie, which would make him feel a little smoother. Then he whispered, "it's not suitable, Sophia. Sophia just came back, part of it."

It was difficult, but after finally saying part of the word, chessare took a glass and filled himself with whisky. Anyway, he finally told the truth.

Cesare was relaxed, but Mario was petrified. After a long time, Mario took another drink from his glass, but this time he didn't say anything.

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

Cesare was so grateful for the call that he could get rid of his silence.

After connecting the phone, Cesare immediately shouted excitedly: "really? No mistake? Where is it!"

The surprise was joy, so it was a surprise. Cesare put down the phone, covered the microphone in one hand and shouted to Mario: "fatino's mobile phone has a signal! It's tracked in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Rome."

Mario's eyes recovered. He said in a deep voice, "can you determine the location this time? The specific location."

"Yes! The phone is turned off, but it hasn't moved since the signal appeared, so they should be there. According to the previous analysis, fatino's mobile phone should have blocked the signal in the car. Only when the trunk is opened will there be a short signal, which can determine the general position, but it can't be accurately located. Later, if the signal is lost, it may be thrown away, but now come Look, it's not like this. The mobile phone may be around them all the time. "

Mario closed his eyes, thought for a moment, reopened his eyes and said very firmly, "trap, this is a trap."