Chapter 221: Assassination Team Online

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

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

He is the leader of the assassination team under the Passion organization, Risute Nero, who is only 26 years old this year.

The laptop in front of him was using the hotel owner's free broadband to conduct an online conference call across the country.

The objects of the group chat were the other members of the assassination team, namely Formaggio, Illuso, Meloni, Prosciutto, Bessi, and Gacho, a group of six people who were scattered across the country to help the organization carry out missions.

They are now scattered across the country, each carrying out killing missions assigned by the organization .

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

Except for the rookie Bessie who has just joined the team two months ago, the rest of the members are killers who make a living by killing people. They are cold-blooded and murderous villains.

But unlike what most people think, the profession of killer is not cool at all in reality.

Instead of being as carefree as described in the poem "traveling a thousand miles without stopping", Risut and others have become poor office workers whose surplus value is exploited by the company under the enslavement of the Passion organization.

Yes, they can only get about 20 million liras (about 80,000 RMB) for each business deal, and it has to be divided equally among all 9 people in the team.

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

A one in a million Stand user, doing the dirty work of killing people, but his income is very likely not as much as that of the middle-aged man selling hot dogs at the station entrance.

This obviously violates the principle of distribution according to work and is an unscrupulous exploitation of workers.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Risut and others have repeatedly asked their superiors for promotion and salary increase.

But the boss's attitude has always been the same:

Anyone who can't fight is not my brother.

Ordinary companies can still regularly supply high-level talents to society, but the Mafia is not a place where you can just leave whenever you want.

Since they are not brothers, they are naturally enemies.

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

And the assassination team actually tried it.

A few weeks ago, Solby and Gerard, two members of the assassination team, after suffering a lot of oppression, finally began to secretly investigate the identity of their boss.

Through investigation, they tried to find a way to defeat the boss and seize the specialty business that made hundreds of billions (lira) in profits each year.

And this investigation was very effective.

Within two days, their bodies were cut into human slices, soaked in formalin, embedded in crystal glass, and sent to the residence of Risut and others using the world's crappy FedEx.

At the same time, the experiences of the two unlucky guys were used as propaganda and educational materials for the Ai Group and quickly spread to the ears of every member of the organization.

The boss is killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, and the assassination team is the chicken.

After all this trouble, they immediately became completely obedient.

No one in the assassination team dared to discuss challenging the boss anymore, and no one dared to reveal their ambition to replace the boss.

They kept the death of their companion to themselves and continued to work obediently for the enemy who killed their companion.

Just like the pigs 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!"

Gacho's excited roar came from the laptop.

He was as impulsive as ever:

"That guy who claimed to be invincible is now dead in some corner like a cockroach that was smashed by a slipper."

"And the people who replaced him... Li Qing, Giorno, Bucciarati, the Stand abilities of these guys have long been known to everyone!"

The reason why the boss is feared by everyone is not only because he is invincible, but more importantly, he is mysterious.

No one knows who Diablo is, or the abilities of his Stand, so even if they want to rebel, they have no idea what to do.

And now, the new boss is Li Qing and his team.

Their background has long been spread across the country along with the wanted warrants, and no one is afraid of these young people who have no sense of mystery.

"yes."

Jiaqiu's passionate speech has just been transmitted across the Internet.

In the group chat, Formaggio, the usually meticulous assassin, could not hide the excitement in his voice:

"The organization's specialty business is so large, why should this piece of fat meat be swallowed up by Li Qing, a little-known guy?"

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

Through the computer screen, everyone can imagine Formaggio swallowing his saliva wildly at this moment:

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

"You don't need to use the hotel's free broadband to surf the Internet. When you go to a restaurant, you don't have to order just milk to save money. When it's hot, you don't have to ask Jiaqiu to be in charge of the cooling. You can turn on the high-power air conditioner whenever you want..."

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

And Diablo was well prepared.

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

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

"That bank account contains the cash surplus accumulated by the organization over the years. There are probably hundreds of billions of liras in it!"

“If I could get this money…”

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

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

"But…"

"The boss has already posted a rumor-refuting announcement on the intranet."

"The boss said that it was fake news released by a traitor. If we go to Venice now, we will be betraying the organization, right?"

"A few weeks ago, Senior Solby and Senior Gerard just..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously heated discussion atmosphere suddenly stagnated.

Solby and Gerard, their tragic deaths have become an indelible nightmare in everyone's mind.

"Shut up!"

Jiaqiu angrily cursed across the computer screen:

"Bessie, you are a coward without guts, a rookie who doesn't even dare to kill people."

"The boss is dead!"

"He's dead, he's dead! You idiot, can't you read?"

"Do you want me to crawl over along the Internet cable, grab your stupid cabbage-stalk hair, and teach you word by word our elegant Italian?"

Amid the barrage of insults, Bessie, the newcomer with no status, obediently shut her mouth.

However, Prosciutto, who had remained silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

He was the "master" responsible for teaching Bessie how to become familiar with the job of a killer. He had criticized and corrected Bessie's endless mistakes countless times.

But this time, Prosciutto stood on Bessie's side:

"Bessie is right."

He showed no sign of his companions' enthusiasm, and his voice was as cold and sharp as an icy spike:

"Can that last will be trusted?"

"Are you so sure this is an opportunity and not a trap?"

"This is a game where your life is at stake. I hope you can calm down before making a decision."

Proshute poured a bucket of cold water on everyone.

Then, he handed over the decision-making power and the right to speak to the real leader of the assassination team, Risut:

"Boss Risut."

"What do you think?"

Risut didn't say a word from beginning to end, just listened silently.

Now everyone was silent and waiting for his speech, and he finally made a move:

“This is indeed an opportunity.”

"Whether the will is true or false, yesterday's Naples incident, the death of Polpo, today's intranet turmoil and the boss's will all make one point very clear.

“The bosses’ rule is coming under attack.”

Risut saw the situation very clearly:

First, Li Qing killed Naples head-on, and then there was the "unknown rebel spreading rumors on the internal network", which shows that the boss is indeed not as invincible as the legend says.

After the twists and turns and shocks of the past two days, even if the boss is still alive, the combat effectiveness of his subordinates must have suffered a certain degree of damage due to the successive rebels.

"If you want to rebel, now is the best time."

Risut expressed his judgment in a calm tone.

War advocates like Gacho and Formaggio immediately became excited and wanted to shout out.

But Risut suddenly changed the subject:

"but…"

"No matter who our enemy is, this battle will not be easy."

"To achieve great things, you must have great awareness—"

"Formaggio, Illuso, Meloni, Prosciutto, Bessie, and Gacho."

Risut read out his companion's name word by word in a very serious and low voice:

"Are you prepared to sacrifice your lives for this?"

There was a pause, and then...

"Ha ha ha ha!"