Chapter Eight Stolen?

"Is it only after five o'clock?"

Looking up at the clock on the distant tower, An Yan was slightly taken aback, but then reflected.

jet lag.

The time difference between the two places is nearly eight hours, that is to say, if you calculate according to your own time, it should be close to zero now.

An Yan did not continue to struggle with this.

A strange city full of purples and reds, strange faces all around, and completely unfamiliar fonts on the buildings...

An Yan suddenly realized that he still took things for granted.

Although the Italian mafia is world-famous, it does not mean that the whole of Italy is full of mafia.

"Where does this lead me to find the Mafia?"

An Yan couldn't help but raised his hands and rubbed his temples, calming down the uneasiness in his heart: "The top priority now is to collect information, otherwise, I may not be able to find a mafia family even after I become a vegetable. When it comes, you can't act hastily without knowing the power of the other party's family."

"But..."

An Yan looked at the busy street and couldn't help complaining: "Let me be a five-year-old...ah, no, I'm already six years old after my birthday today, let me be a six-year-old kid to collect information about the Mafia , the system, your birthday present is really unique."

If it's a game...

To collect information, the best place to go is the tavern.

It's not that he doesn't want to think about it in reality, but An Yan has never learned about how to collect information in reality. The only thing he can think of and do is to search for information online.

As the saying goes, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. Since you don't know what to do, try each method one by one. It's more practical than staying here and waiting for the mafia to come to your door.

"Then go to the tavern first and stay until midnight. If you can't collect information, find an Internet cafe and spend the night."

When it came to the end, An Yan couldn't help but like his perfect plan, collecting information and staying at night in one package.

"Set off!"

With a high spirited slogan, An Yan reached out to grab the suitcase behind him, planning to find a bar first.

but...

"Um?"

Didn't catch it?

The corners of An Yan's eyes twitched slightly, and his neck slowly looked behind him like a stiff puppet.

empty...

An Yan shook his head with a smile: "Impossible, I should have kept the box beside me... Well, that's definitely the case!"

However, when he inspected the space around him 360 degrees without dead ends, he confirmed a cruel reality...

My box was stolen!

An Yan's face turned from white to red, and then from red to white again, and finally that little face directly turned into pitch black like the bottom of a pot.

"I*#%#..."

Stolen! ?

I was stolen as soon as I arrived in Italy! ?

You must know that the suitcase is the reward space for system missions, and there are also my own money and a lot of food prepared for this long journey.

An Yan's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Ever since he came to Italy, An Yan couldn't help feeling a sense of panic.

There is no way to do this, after all, his previous life and present life combined, he has lived an ordinary and safe life, and he has never even left the city where he lives.

The theft of the suitcase that he now relies on for survival has aroused the panic in An Yan's heart to the extreme.

"Cold...Calm down...you must be calm now!!"

Even though An Yan clearly understood that he couldn't panic now, his hands still trembled uncontrollably.

But in the next second, An Yan gritted his teeth fiercely, pressed his trembling right hand to his waist, and felt the familiar outline under his palm.

trembling...

Gradually stop.

The panic in the eyes is also gradually dissipating.

The knowledge about firearms flickered in his mind, and his eyes kept scanning the people passing by around him.

Head, torso, limbs...

At this moment, the dense crowd around them seemed to become moving targets one by one.

You only need to draw out the pistol at your waist, and you can kill these people...

Kill them one by one!

What should be feared, what should be disturbed...

not myself! !

"call--"

An Yan let out a long breath and searched around.

It wasn't long before my hands were out of the suitcase, and the place I was on was the main road outside the airport, and there was a lot of traffic around me. In other words, after the other party stole his suitcase, in order to avoid attracting the attention of others, he should not run, but walk away quickly.

Only when you reach a sparsely populated place will you run away immediately.

But it cannot be ruled out that there are thieves' footholds around the airport. If they hide in a hidden foothold, it will be difficult to find the thief.

direction.

As long as the direction is determined, there is hope to recover the suitcase.

"I can still lose the reward space..." An Yan smiled wryly.

[Ding, ask the host, do you want to check the location of the 'reward space'. ]

The sudden notification sound startled An Yan, but then his eyes gradually widened, and ecstasy burst from his pupils.

...

Pass through the busy streets and through the intricate alleys.

A middle-aged man with a big beard walked in the narrow alley with a dark suitcase, and glanced in the direction he came from from time to time.

"Little thief in front, stop for me!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud roar.

The face of the bearded middle-aged man changed, and he made a gesture of fleeing.

But as soon as he took a step, he stopped and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

"It really is you bastards!!"

The bearded man gritted his teeth and cursed, but his expression calmed down: "If I die one day, I will definitely be scared to death by you!!"

Looking in the direction that the bearded man was looking at, he saw four young people sitting on a low building, and the one who just made a sound was a blond young man among the several young people.

"Old Mike, you are really as good-for-nothing as ever."

The blond young man curled his lips with disdain, looked at the suitcase in the bearded man's hand and said, "This is another unlucky guy who is being targeted by you."

"It's as if you guys are very promising, and you're sneaking around on this broken street like I am."

"We are different from you. We have ideals and pursuits."

"Hehe, are you dreaming of the Mafia again?"

Old Mike sneered, pulled his suitcase and walked into the alley where several young people were.

He is no stranger to these young people, so he is not worried that they will be unfavorable to him.

"Hmph, it will definitely work this time."

The blond young man's eyes showed pride: "We got news that in a small port town in the Alps, there is a new mafia family called 'Ilegralai' who is recruiting people. As long as our four brothers can join in, With the strength of our four brothers, we can definitely become the backbone members of the family!"

"Key members? Huh?"

Old Mike sneered: "It's a beautiful idea. Although I haven't heard of the Elegalai family, since I chose to establish a family in such a remote place, I don't think it's a powerful role. The four of you are going to be cannon fodder... Huh? F**K, it's empty?"

"Pfft hahahaha~~Old Mike, where did you get this suitcase? Did someone play tricks on you?" The four young men stepped forward, looked at the empty suitcase on the ground, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Old Mike's face turned red, and his expression was full of anger.

"Damn it, I just said how it's so easy to get it."

Old Mike kicked the suitcase on the ground: "No wonder it was dragged by a kid, it's a toy for children."

"Excuse me..."

Without warning, a childish voice suddenly came to several people's ears.

"Gentlemen, can you return the suitcase to me?"

silence!

The sudden sound made all five people in the alley hold their breath.

Following the sound, what came into view was a little boy about five or six years old. The little boy had bright orange hair and double pupils. At this time, those eyes were showing a kind of coldness that didn't match his age at all. , Watching a few of them.

"Fuck, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? It scared me."

After seeing the person coming, Old Mike immediately cursed with a dark face: "Little devil, where are your parents?" When he said this, his eyes kept scanning behind An Yan vigilantly.

In his opinion, it is absolutely impossible for this kid to find it by himself. The other party's parents must be hiding somewhere nearby.

"Old... old Mike... look at his hands..."

The blond-haired youth suddenly said in a trembling voice.

hand?

Old Mike was taken aback, his previous attention was all behind the kid, trying to find out where the other's parents were hiding, but he didn't pay much attention to the kid.

After hearing the reminder from the blond-haired youth, he realized that the brat was actually holding a pistol upside down.

"Oh~~"

Old Mike sneered and shook his head: "Isn't the brat now watching cartoons and looking silly, do you really think holding a toy gun can scare people?"

Hearing this, the blond young man couldn't help but blush.

yes...

I'm really too sensitive, I'm just a brat, the gun in my hand must be a toy.

"Little ghost, where are your parents?"

Old Mike walked towards An Yan while talking: "Tell Uncle, Uncle will buy you candy later." During the words, Old Mike slowly slowed down, and quietly touched behind him.

But just then...

Old Mike saw the kid opposite, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he raised his hand and pointed the pistol at himself.

A kind of unexplained fear suddenly arises spontaneously, making him involuntarily reach behind him quickly.

"boom--!"

The deafening sound made Old Mike pause. He looked at the blue smoke bubbling up from the gun barrel, and then looked down at the white shirt on his chest that was gradually being dyed red. His eyes were round and full of doubt and fear. .

real guy?

The tall body fell straight forward, and hit the ground with a muffled 'plop'.

"MDZZ, you actually gave me your life for an empty box?"

An Yan looked at the dead body on the ground, his face turned pale, he never thought that...the Italian gangsters are all such desperadoes, and they don't know what they said, but they just want to draw a gun Play with yourself.

As for an empty suitcase?

Or did I just transliterate a sentence into Italian as a curse word, which angered him?

An Yan stepped forward, pointed a gun at the four young men in the distance, and at the same time picked up the clothes on the back of Old Mike with his toes. When he saw the dagger pinned by Old Mike to his waist, his eyes became more and more strange .

"Fighting with a dagger and a gun?"

An Yan suddenly realized that he could no longer understand the world.

"Ahhhh~~~"

Shouts of fear suddenly sounded, and one of the four youths, a younger one, yelled in horror, but was covered by the leading blond youth in the next second.

The blond youth also looked terrified, but he knew that the best thing to do now was not to provoke this terrifying boy.

He has seen others shoot and kill, but this is the first time he has seen...a five or six-year-old kid shoot and kill, and if he read it correctly just now...

The brat didn't even tremble except for a shake of his shoulders when he shot the gun. It was obvious that his body had strength far beyond that of his peers, and it wasn't the first time he had shot.

Such a child is definitely not a child from an ordinary family.

An Yan pointed a gun at the four of them with one hand, and kept rubbing the arm holding the gun with the other hand, rubbing the arm until it turned red. The burning sensation made An Yan's heart gradually settle down.

After the scene just now, An Yan realized that he seemed to have... ignored a very important realistic factor.

Language barrier.

In this case, even if I went to a bar, even if someone was talking about mafia-related information, I would not understand at all, and I would encounter the same trouble when I went to an Internet cafe.

"System, I can't collect information at all like this." An Yan complained in his heart.

After all, he waited silently for a while, and found that the system did not reply as usual. Just when he was about to find another way, a crisp sound of 'ding' suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Trigger a random daily task: clean up the scene, ask the host if he accepts it. ]

[Task content: Even under the careful guidance of the system, the host still inevitably embarked on a road of no return, but since the incident has already happened, the system will not be too harsh on the host, please clean up the scene with a sense of shame Bar. ]

[Completion condition: Throw the corpse on the ground into a nearby trash can. ]

[Task Reward: Proficiency in Italian; Failure Penalty: None. ]

"..." An Yan.

This task with no penalty for failure is absolutely, absolutely made up now, right?

and...

Which bastard forced me to take this road of no return?

An Yan rolled his eyes, and silently accepted in his heart.

After looking around, he dragged the corpse on the ground to the trash can, and threw it into it with a nearly full swing.

The moment the corpse fell into the trash can, An Yan felt his brain shake, and all kinds of information were quickly integrated into his memory. Unlike the gun skill book, the language directly given by the system gave him a kind of As if I grew up speaking Italian since I was a child.

"You guys."

"ah?"

An Yan's sudden words startled the four youths, but the eyes of the blond youth in the middle lit up immediately.

Can communicate!

"Little...Little brother, we are really not familiar with Old Mike. It was Old Mike who stole your box. We really didn't..."

"Shut up."

An Yan directly interrupted the blond youth's words: "Let me ask you, do you know where there is a new mafia family?"

A newly formed mafia family?

Hearing this question, the faces of the four blond youths couldn't help but become strange.

They never thought that the brat in front of them would actually ask themselves such a question.

"Don't you know?" An Yan frowned when he saw this, was it really not that easy?

Hearing An Yan's soliloquy, the blond young man came back to his senses immediately, and hurriedly shouted: "I know! We know, don't kill us!!"

Um?

An Yan was taken aback, he was actually just asking with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect these people to really know.

You can't lie to me, can you?

Seeing the suspicion in An Yan's eyes, the blond young man hurriedly said: "Really, in a small port town in the Alps, there is a new family called 'Ilegralai' who is recruiting staff, and many people on this street are listening Here's the news...well...and..."

The blond young man was sweating anxiously, racking his brains to think of the news that An Yan could believe, and said, "By the way, I remembered, I heard that the reason why the Elegala family recruited people was to seize that In the port town, it seems that there is a little-known small family in the port town called 'Gaberone'."

Gabriel?

Hearing these four words, An Yan inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

But when he heard that it was a small family with little reputation, An Yan stopped paying attention, because none of the families that appear in the original book are well-known in the dark world, and he should be too sensitive.

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A small family and a new family are both good targets.

After An Yan asked the exact address of the town and how to get there from the four people, he dragged his suitcase and left the alley.

The four of them watched An Yan's back disappear at the end of the alley, looked at each other, and slumped down in unison.

It's been a long time.

The youngest of the four said tremblingly, "Brother...Brother, shall we still go to the Elegalai family?"

The blond young man glanced at the trash can not far away, with a look of fear in his eyes, but in the depths of this fear, there was a look of longing.

"I don't want to have to deal with that horrible brat again."

The blond-haired young man shook his head, and then said: "And judging from the appearance of that brat just now, his purpose should be different from ours, and he is not going to join the Elegalai family."

"Brother, you mean..."

"Don't talk nonsense, what happened today has never happened."

The blond youth interrupted: "Let's look again and see if there are any other mafia families that are recruiting."