Late at night, in a cheap hotel in a small town in southern Italy.

A man with simple silver short hair, a pair of black and red eyes, and a calm and steady temperament, is quietly pondering under the fluorescent light of his laptop.

He is the leader of the assassination group under the Passion organization, and Risut 61 Niro, who is only 26 years old this year.

The laptop in front of him is currently running an online conference call across the country by the hotel owner’s free wifi.

The group chat was targeted by other members of the assassination group, with 6 people scattered across the country because of helping the organization perform tasks.

They are now scattered all over the country, running around in the murder tasks assigned by the organization.

That's right, as the name suggests, the assassination team does dirty work of killing people and killing people.

Except for the rookie Bessi who has just joined the team for less than two months, the rest of the members are all killers who make a living by killing people, and are cold-blooded and ruthless villains.

But unlike ordinary people's impression, the profession of killer is not cool at all in reality.

Rasut and others not only did not be as casual as described in the poem "No way to travel thousands of miles", but instead lived under the enslavement of the password organization and became poor social animals who were exploited by the company for surplus value.

Yes, they can only get about 20 million lira (about 80,000 yuan) in a business, and they have to share the entire group of 9 people equally.

Considering the per capita wage level of Italy, as a developed country, the income level of the assassination group as a killer is really similar to that of ordinary office workers.

A substitute messenger who is in the world is doing dirty work of killing people but his income is very likely not as good as that of a middle-aged uncle who sells hot dogs at the entrance of the station.

This obviously violates the distribution principle of distribution according to work and is an exploitation of workers without any bottom line.

There is oppression and resistance. Risut and others have also asked for promotion and salary increase with their superiors many times.

But the boss has always had only one attitude:

The person who can't work hard is not my brother.

Ordinary companies can also regularly send senior talents to the society, but mafia is not a place you can go if you want.

Since you are not a brother, you are naturally an enemy.

If you want to be an enemy, you can try it.

And the assassination team really tried it.

A few weeks ago, Solbet and Gerald, two members of the assassination group, finally began to investigate the identity of the boss unwillingly, unwilling to be lonely.

They tried to find a way to defeat their boss through investigations, thus seizing the special business with hundreds of billions of lira per year.

And this investigation was very effective.

Within two days, the bodies of the two of them were sliced ​​into human body and soaked in formalin and embedded in crystal glass. They were sent to the residence of Risut and others using the world's most trashy FedEx.

At the same time, the experiences of the two unlucky people were also regarded as propaganda and educational materials for the Love Group, and quickly spread to every member of the organization.

The boss is killing the chicken to warn the monkey, and the assassination group is the chicken.

After such a struggle, they immediately became completely honest.

No one in the assassination group dares to discuss challenging the boss anymore, and no one dares to show his ambition to replace the boss anymore.

They kept their companions' death in their hearts and continued to honestly work for their enemies who killed their companions.

Just like a pig raised by the head of the technology team, the assassination team is just the boss's dog.

Until these two days, until tonight, until now

"Boss Risut!"

"Opportunity, this is an opportunity given to us by God, boss!"

Gachu's roar came from the laptop.

He acted impulsively as always:

"That guy who claims to be invincible is now like a cockroach that was beaten by slippers and died in some corner."

"And the substitute of him, Li Qing, Gioruno, and Bugalati, the substitute ability of these guys has long been well known to everyone!"

The reason why the boss can become the boss that everyone fears is not only invincible, but also more importantly, the mystery.

No one knows who Diapolo is, nor does he know his substitute ability, and he feels unsure even if he wants to rebel.

Now, the new boss is Li Qing and his group.

Their background has long been spread throughout the country with wanted orders, and no one will be afraid of these young people without any sense of mystery.

"yes."

Gachu's excited speech had just come across the Internet.

In the group chat, Hallmaggio, the assassin who is usually very careful, can't hide the excitement in his voice at this moment:

"The organization's special business is so large, why did Li Qing, the unknown guy, swallow this piece of fat in one bite?"

"That's a big business with a net profit of tens of billions of lira every year!"

Through the computer screen, you can also imagine the look of Hallmaggio swallowing wildly at this moment:

"As long as we can defeat Li Qing and take over the organization, we will become rich people immediately."

"You don't have to take advantage of the free wifi at the airport to surf the Internet. You can go to a restaurant and order milk to save money. When it's hot, you can't let Jiaqiu be responsible for refrigeration. You can turn on the high-power air conditioner that consumes electricity at will."

He talked about his beautiful imagination, which made his companions feel moved involuntarily.

And Diapolo was well prepared.

In order to encourage everyone to cause trouble for Li Qing, he specially arranged a shocking treasure for the rebels:

"Even if it is difficult to take over the organization, there is still the boss's 'legacy'."

"That bank account contains the cash surplus accumulated by the organization over the years, and there are probably hundreds of billions of lira in it!"

"If I can get the money"

Everyone couldn't help but start the second round of imagination.

Only Bessi, the newcomer who was unconsciously ignored by everyone, finally spoke tremblingly after hesitating for a moment:

"But"

"There are already announcements of bosses to refute rumors on the intranet."

"The boss said that it was fake news released by the traitor, such as, if we go to Venice now, we are betraying the organization, right?"

"Sir Solbet and Gerald just now in the past few weeks."

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere of the previous hot discussion suddenly became stagnant.

Solbet and Gerald, their extremely tragic death, became an indelible nightmare in everyone's hearts.

"Shut up!"

Gachu cursed through the computer screen in anger:

"Bessi, you are a coward who has no courage and a rookie who doesn't even dare to kill anyone."

"The boss is dead!"

"It's dead, it's dead! Idiot, are you illiterate?"

"Do you want me to climb over the net cable and grab your stupid hair like a cabbage, and teach you how to recognize our elegant Italian language word by word!"

Amid the slap of cursing, the unstable newcomer Bessi obediently closed his mouth.

However, Prosut, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

He is the "master" responsible for leading Bescy to be familiar with the killer's work. He has criticized and corrected Bescy's endless mistakes many times.

But this time, Prostheus stood on Bessi's side:

"Bescy is right."

He had no expression of his companions' enthusiasm at all, his voice was as cold and sharp as ice ridges:

"Is that last words really credible?"

"You are so sure this is an opportunity, not a trap?"

"This is a game that takes a life to bet. I hope you can calm down first when making your decision."

Prosot poured a basin of cold water on everyone's head.

Then, he handed over the decision and voice to the real head of the assassination group, Risut:

"Boss Risut."

"What the hell do you think?"

Risut didn't speak from beginning to end, just listened silently.

Now everyone is waiting for his speech in silence, and he finally makes a move:

“This is indeed an opportunity.”

"No matter whether the last words are true or not, yesterday's Naples storm, today's intranet fluctuations and the boss's last words all directly explain one thing:"

“The boss’s rule is taking a hit.”
To be continued...