Chapter 221 (1/2)

Big Ruhr palace, spacious hall, Little Caesar is desperately wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

A crystal ball was spinning in the corner of the hall. A plump frog with red lips was hopping wildly in the crystal ball: ”Hey, dear handsome boy, another one One more... ”

Without looking at the crystal ball, Little Caesar strode out with a sullen face.

He had already reported the situation to Marguerite III through the crystal ball. When Marguerite III learned that ”ziyak is not dead”, she was furious and had a burst of fury, and then carefully inquired about the details of Little Caesar's affairs.

When she learned that all this was Joe's agitation, the calm down Marguerite III ordered Little Caesar to cooperate fully with Joe, and then cut off the communication.

Little Caesar did not know what Margaret III would do.

However, according to the Little Caesar's understanding of her majesty, she will still use force?

Poor Bucharest.

I hope the Marquis of sijak is really hiding in Bucharest Otherwise, the Bucharest family would be beaten up for no reason, and Joe, as the culprit His fate is certainly not much better!

”But why should I worry about that fat man?” Little Caesar stood at the door of the hall, and ”bah, bah” spat on the grass beside the road, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve again.

In the hall, the crystal ball stopped turning, and the frog in the crystal ball cried angrily: ”when you have no conscience, you call me the most beautiful and lovely girl in the world when you can use me After using it, if you feel better, you will discard me as garbage... ”

”Wait and see Ho ho, sooner or later, I will let you be willing to Marry me

After a cold war, Caesar grabbed the handle of the main hall door and slowly pulled up the heavy door. With a loud bang, the two foot thick metal door was tightly closed, and the clamor inside the crystal ball was immediately closed in the hall.

The sound of rapid footsteps, a royal knight as fast as a galloping horse.

”Sir, Mr. Capone, the contemporary owner of the Bucharest family, has been kidnapped...” The Royal Knight stopped and reported to Little Caesar: ”according to the testimony of witnesses at the scene, it was a group of bandits in police uniform who kidnapped Mr. Capone The leader is a very strong young man, seven feet and eight inches tall! ”

Little Caesar opened his mouth wide.

He looked at his subordinates and murmured, ”didn't he say to have dinner? As a result, he kidnapped caben Jon Bucher? What on earth does this bastard want? ”

In the secluded diner, lieutenant general Otto also received the news.

”He, kidnapped Capone?” Admiral Otto stroked his lips, his moustache curled, his eyes narrowed and he murmured, ”how much do you think caben is worth?”

”It's kind of interesting, this little guy Did he do it on purpose, or did the blind cat run into a dead mouse

Lieutenant general Otto waved his hand forcefully: ”send more people to mark the castle of Bucherer, especially the exit of several secret passages of the castle. Mark them for me Report any changes as soon as possible. ”

At the moment, the lights are shining brightly.

In the huge buildings, all lights are on. On the walls of the fort, a large pot full of cooking oil is burning vigorously. The red fire lights up every corner inside and outside the wall.

On the wall, a large group of guards, armed and alert, looked around.

A ferocious giant mastiff ran silently on the wall. Occasionally, they poked their heads out of the wall buttresses and gave out a deep whimper. The same voice was echoed in the trees inside Bucherer castle.

A little north of the castle, there is an old building with mottled outer walls. In the hall, there are giant portraits hanging on the old oak parapet. Those family elders who have made great contributions to the Bucharest family in history are wearing gorgeous dresses and smiling in the oil paintings.

In the slightly oval hall, more than a dozen real power figures of the Bucharest family gathered together, and their eyes focused on the newly elected surrogate owner, the close uncle of Capone, Joseph Ron Bucher.

Joseph's tall, like a slender Metasequoia, gentle, excellent temperament. He is nearly eighty years old, but he is well maintained. He looks like he is in his early fifties.

Wrapped in a short cloak, Joseph sat in a high back chair and looked down at the kneeling old sear, Cafu and Baru.