Reading settings
american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0071_part_02
Chapter 99
chapter 0071 part 2
Swinging the flail, the hammerhead, attached to a chain, directly sent the assassin and his motorcycle flying.
"Shit, what are these monsters!"
Watching a strongman in bronze armor swing a medieval greatsword, cleaving a well-known assassin and his gun in half with one strike.
Many assassins who had been observing could no longer sit still and scattered, fleeing in all directions.
Is this the true power of the Inquisition?
Bulgari Hotel. Tang Song appeared on the rooftop without anyone knowing.
With his hands behind his back, he watched the group of strongmen in bronze armor slaughtering the assassins from the Continental Hotel below.
"Physical quality, muscle strength is roughly 1.5 to 2 times that of an ordinary human. The bronze armor they wear comes with Holy Light enchantment!"
Watching a strongman wearing gloves punch a car door, denting it inwards,
A car weighing several tons was forcibly shifted four to five meters by a single punch.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow. This strength, even Captain America dug out of the ice would be slightly inferior.
He could tell that these strongmen indeed had good physical quality, but even the one with the best physical quality was only evenly matched with Captain America.
However, the bronze armor and weapons they wore seemed to provide them with a certain strength amplification.
Enchantment, or Angel's Blessing? Tang Song pondered the legends of Western religion.
He flicked his fingers. Two **Sword Pills** flew out, spinning, and split into two **Sword Shadows** over ten meters long in mid-air.
Two cars attempting to sneak attack and ram the armored strongmen were directly cleaved in two by the sharp **Sword Qi**, revealing the trembling drivers inside.
The strongman holding the chain flail looked at Tang Song standing on the rooftop and nodded at him.
Then, without hesitation, he swung the flail towards the two assassins.
...
Around three or four in the morning, outside the Bulgari Hotel, it was quiet.
A group of people wearing waterproof jumpsuits and rain hoods appeared on the street in two trucks.
In the presidential suite of the Bulgari Hotel, Tang Song stood by the window, quietly watching this group of "colleagues" moving the corpses outside the hotel and cleaning up the scene.
"Boss!"
Lane had taken off his bulletproof vest and was still dressed as a butler, standing behind Tang Song.
"Find a gold shop and order a batch of **Crosses**. Take them with you tomorrow and come with me to the Vatican! Oh, and don't forget to add a layer of silver plating to the outside of these **Crosses**!"
Tang Song watched the busy "Cleaners" below clearing the corpses, rubbing his **Black Jade Thumb Ring**, and said to Lane.
"I understand, Boss!" Lane nodded!
...
"Boss! Someone is here to visit!"
Tang Song was having breakfast.
Lane, who was preparing to go and discuss compensation matters with the Bulgari Hotel, suddenly led someone in.
Tang Song put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the visitor.
"Mr. Tang, hello! I am Willie Gambino!"
Willie Gambino bowed and introduced himself to Tang Song.
"Gambino?" Tang Song repeated with a smile, sizing up the Italian man in a suit before him.
"Mr. Tang, I apologize for the trouble the Gambino family has caused you. Although I am just an adopted son of the Gambino family, I am willing to take full responsibility!"
Willie Gambino took a check from his pocket and respectfully presented it to Tang Song with both hands.
"This is a small token of my sincerity, please accept it!"
Tang Song looked at the numbers on the check, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.
Willie Gambino felt as if each tap from Tang Song was hitting him. This feeling of torment was like a fish on a chopping block waiting to be slaughtered.
Beads of sweat trickled down Willie Gambino's forehead onto the carpet. He didn't even dare to raise a hand to wipe them away.
"You are the manager of the Continental Hotel?!"
Tang Song's single sentence instantly made Willie Gambino's legs turn to jelly.
"Mr. Tang, this was all Old Gambino's idea. I have already withdrawn your bounty from the Continental Hotel!"
Willie Gambino explained repeatedly.
He couldn't help but be afraid. As an adopted son aspiring to inherit the Gambino family, he had placed many people within the Gambino Estate.
Therefore, he learned the news of Old Gambino, including his sons, grandsons, and a large number of family members, disappearing immediately.
Coupled with the annihilation of a large number of assassins from the Continental Hotel, even if Willie Gambino was stupid, he would understand what had happened.
Willie Gambino was not a fool; a fool wouldn't be able to reach the position of Continental Hotel manager as an adopted son of the family.
This was also why he rushed to the Bulgari Hotel immediately, compensated the hotel for its losses, and offered almost all of his net worth.
Tang Song waved his hand, signaling Lane to take the check from Willie. He looked at Willie Gambino and asked.
"Do you want to become the head of the Gambino family!"
Yes, only a fool wouldn't! Willie Gambino almost blurted it out, but when he met Tang Song's half-smiling gaze, it was like a basin of cold water poured over his head, instantly calming him down.
"Mr. Tang, I am just an adopted son of the family; I am not qualified to inherit the family's industries!"
"Haven't they all disappeared?" Tang Song interrupted Willie Gambino.
"There are still some family members who were not at the Manor..." Willie Gambino paused. He met Tang Song's gaze and instantly understood his meaning.
"I will have people help you, help you take the position of head of the Gambino family,"
Tang Song's words sounded like the demonic whispers of a demon in Willie Gambino's ear.
"I think five Mafia families in Italy are simply too many. What do you think, Godfather?"
Over an hour later, Willie Gambino walked out of the Bulgari Hotel in a daze.
(end of chapter)
Swinging the flail, the hammerhead, attached to a chain, directly sent the assassin and his motorcycle flying.
"Shit, what are these monsters!"
Watching a strongman in bronze armor swing a medieval greatsword, cleaving a well-known assassin and his gun in half with one strike.
Many assassins who had been observing could no longer sit still and scattered, fleeing in all directions.
Is this the true power of the Inquisition?
Bulgari Hotel. Tang Song appeared on the rooftop without anyone knowing.
With his hands behind his back, he watched the group of strongmen in bronze armor slaughtering the assassins from the Continental Hotel below.
"Physical quality, muscle strength is roughly 1.5 to 2 times that of an ordinary human. The bronze armor they wear comes with Holy Light enchantment!"
Watching a strongman wearing gloves punch a car door, denting it inwards,
A car weighing several tons was forcibly shifted four to five meters by a single punch.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow. This strength, even Captain America dug out of the ice would be slightly inferior.
He could tell that these strongmen indeed had good physical quality, but even the one with the best physical quality was only evenly matched with Captain America.
However, the bronze armor and weapons they wore seemed to provide them with a certain strength amplification.
Enchantment, or Angel's Blessing? Tang Song pondered the legends of Western religion.
He flicked his fingers. Two **Sword Pills** flew out, spinning, and split into two **Sword Shadows** over ten meters long in mid-air.
Two cars attempting to sneak attack and ram the armored strongmen were directly cleaved in two by the sharp **Sword Qi**, revealing the trembling drivers inside.
The strongman holding the chain flail looked at Tang Song standing on the rooftop and nodded at him.
Then, without hesitation, he swung the flail towards the two assassins.
...
Around three or four in the morning, outside the Bulgari Hotel, it was quiet.
A group of people wearing waterproof jumpsuits and rain hoods appeared on the street in two trucks.
In the presidential suite of the Bulgari Hotel, Tang Song stood by the window, quietly watching this group of "colleagues" moving the corpses outside the hotel and cleaning up the scene.
"Boss!"
Lane had taken off his bulletproof vest and was still dressed as a butler, standing behind Tang Song.
"Find a gold shop and order a batch of **Crosses**. Take them with you tomorrow and come with me to the Vatican! Oh, and don't forget to add a layer of silver plating to the outside of these **Crosses**!"
Tang Song watched the busy "Cleaners" below clearing the corpses, rubbing his **Black Jade Thumb Ring**, and said to Lane.
"I understand, Boss!" Lane nodded!
...
"Boss! Someone is here to visit!"
Tang Song was having breakfast.
Lane, who was preparing to go and discuss compensation matters with the Bulgari Hotel, suddenly led someone in.
Tang Song put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the visitor.
"Mr. Tang, hello! I am Willie Gambino!"
Willie Gambino bowed and introduced himself to Tang Song.
"Gambino?" Tang Song repeated with a smile, sizing up the Italian man in a suit before him.
"Mr. Tang, I apologize for the trouble the Gambino family has caused you. Although I am just an adopted son of the Gambino family, I am willing to take full responsibility!"
Willie Gambino took a check from his pocket and respectfully presented it to Tang Song with both hands.
"This is a small token of my sincerity, please accept it!"
Tang Song looked at the numbers on the check, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.
Willie Gambino felt as if each tap from Tang Song was hitting him. This feeling of torment was like a fish on a chopping block waiting to be slaughtered.
Beads of sweat trickled down Willie Gambino's forehead onto the carpet. He didn't even dare to raise a hand to wipe them away.
"You are the manager of the Continental Hotel?!"
Tang Song's single sentence instantly made Willie Gambino's legs turn to jelly.
"Mr. Tang, this was all Old Gambino's idea. I have already withdrawn your bounty from the Continental Hotel!"
Willie Gambino explained repeatedly.
He couldn't help but be afraid. As an adopted son aspiring to inherit the Gambino family, he had placed many people within the Gambino Estate.
Therefore, he learned the news of Old Gambino, including his sons, grandsons, and a large number of family members, disappearing immediately.
Coupled with the annihilation of a large number of assassins from the Continental Hotel, even if Willie Gambino was stupid, he would understand what had happened.
Willie Gambino was not a fool; a fool wouldn't be able to reach the position of Continental Hotel manager as an adopted son of the family.
This was also why he rushed to the Bulgari Hotel immediately, compensated the hotel for its losses, and offered almost all of his net worth.
Tang Song waved his hand, signaling Lane to take the check from Willie. He looked at Willie Gambino and asked.
"Do you want to become the head of the Gambino family!"
Yes, only a fool wouldn't! Willie Gambino almost blurted it out, but when he met Tang Song's half-smiling gaze, it was like a basin of cold water poured over his head, instantly calming him down.
"Mr. Tang, I am just an adopted son of the family; I am not qualified to inherit the family's industries!"
"Haven't they all disappeared?" Tang Song interrupted Willie Gambino.
"There are still some family members who were not at the Manor..." Willie Gambino paused. He met Tang Song's gaze and instantly understood his meaning.
"I will have people help you, help you take the position of head of the Gambino family,"
Tang Song's words sounded like the demonic whispers of a demon in Willie Gambino's ear.
"I think five Mafia families in Italy are simply too many. What do you think, Godfather?"
Over an hour later, Willie Gambino walked out of the Bulgari Hotel in a daze.
(end of chapter)
