Azelio touched the golden eyes on the bridge of his nose, he picked up the pen in the pocket of his suit jacket and began to write in his notebook, and soon a line of beautiful floral characters appeared on the paper.
"The judge has settled."
Donnie looked at the line, then he looked up at Azelio and nodded slightly.
Donnie stretched out his hand to signal that he wanted to speak, Azeglio handed the pen and paper to Donnie, Donnie thought for a moment and wrote in his notebook: "We still have a sum of money hidden abroad that the police did not find, find a way to get it back, give it to the BSS of the Gambino family, and let them handle the rest." ” Azelio finished reading the line and nodded slightly.
Donnie saw Azeglio nodding and continued to write: "This money is now in the custody of a guy named William Peake, you go and contact him, and ask him to find a way to get the money back legally within a month, remember, it must be legal, otherwise we can only cheapen those policemen for nothing, we can give him some more benefits" The police outside the door have been paying attention to the movements inside the house, but unfortunately it is surprisingly quiet inside.
Soon a policeman could not hold his breath, and he walked into the interrogation room with two cups of coffee, and when he walked into the interrogation room.
Donnie and Azerio just sat down and didn't say a word, the table was empty, and Ben couldn't tell what the two of them had just done.
"Gentlemen, do you want coffee?"
the policeman meaninglessly disguised the purpose of his entry.
Azeglio smiled at him, then got up and shook Donnie's hand and left the interrogation room.
Donnie slowly got up and walked to the police, he picked up a cup of coffee, took a sip and then spit it back into the cup with a frown.
"It's so bad, can I go?"
Downey asked the officer, and swaggered out of the interrogation room.
Azeglio walked briskly to the exit of the prison with his briefcase, and was stopped by a prison guard just as he had already stepped out of the prison gate with one foot.
"I'm sorry, we need to search your briefcase."
The policeman who spoke put his hand on his baton and glared at Azelio with a defiant look in his eyes.
A hint of doubt and caution flashed in Azelio's eyes, and he slowly raised his hands.
The policeman snatched Azelio's briefcase and dumped the contents on the ground, kicking the contents with his toes, and soon the things were kicked everywhere.
Azelio looked at the policeman with a calm expression, as if it was none of his business.
The policeman didn't find anything, he picked up the notebook on the ground and rummaged through it, and there was not a word on it.
The policeman angrily threw the notebook aside, and the other things on the floor did not seem to need to be checked, and the policeman finally threw the briefcase on the ground and stomped vigorously with his leather boots.
Azeglio didn't say anything, he just looked at the policeman calmly, and after the policeman insultingly finished the inspection, Azeglio squatted on the ground, gradually picked up the scattered items, dusted them off and put them back in his briefcase.
Then he walked into the parking lot with a calm step, found his car and sat in.
Azelio, who sat in the cab, let out a sigh, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then picked up a bottle of mineral water placed on the car door and drank it, not because he was thirsty, but because the piece of paper that he had just communicated with Donnie in prison was stuck in his throat at the moment, and he was very uncomfortable if he couldn't get up or down, and he had to drink some water to get this paper down.
After a violent cough, Azellio finally relented, took off his gold-rimmed glasses and put them in the eye box, and took out the sunglasses he used to wear while driving and put them on the bridge of his nose.
Then drove out of the parking lot.
The road leading from the prison to the city was very remote, and there were no cars at all, and it was not long before Azeglio noticed that he was followed by a blue Fiat car.
Needless to say, this must be the car of the police, who are now blatantly engaged in stalking, and do not take Azelio in their eyes at all.
The police were there to keep Azzio in the spot, so he couldn't do anything at all.
There was nothing Azelio could do about it, even if he got out of the car to talk to these people, they wouldn't admit it.
Azeglio shook his head helplessly, he sped up the car, and soon the car drove into the city, and the tail behind him followed him with a swagger.
Azeglio led the police around the city of Milan, but unfortunately he still couldn't get rid of the tail.
In desperation Azeglio was only able to stop in front of a restaurant called Palermo House.
In the restaurant, two strong men with tattoos are busy in front of the stove, wearing sleeveless vests and bare arms, and they are in full swing cooking Palermo's specialties.
There were a lot of customers in the restaurant, and when the waiter saw Azzio walking in, he immediately greeted him and wanted to serve him, and Azeglio held out his palm to indicate that he didn't need it.
He walked straight to the two cooks, and said in a low voice, "Help me, I'm being targeted by the strips."
The two cooks turned to look at Azelio, and one of them shook his head and motioned for Azelio to go inside.
Azeglio hurried inside, and the two cooks turned back to continue cooking.
As soon as Azelio entered, the policemen who had been following him rushed into the restaurant, and when they looked around, they didn't see Azelio's figure at all, so they hurried inside.
The two cooks stopped their fellows and picked up their knives to block their way.
"Get out of the way, we're the police, don't get in our way," the policeman said arrogantly pointing at the chef, but unfortunately the two chefs were indifferent.
A policeman reached out and was about to make a move, but was quickly stopped by his colleague.
The policeman who intervened to stop him leaned into his colleague's ear and whispered, "Don't be impulsive, this is the Gambino family's territory."
After hearing this, my colleague involuntarily calmed down.
Azeglio had no idea what was going on outside, and he was hiding in the restaurant's underground cellar and making a phone call, and the voice on the other side of the phone was maddening.
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"Hello, this is the Saxon pharmacy" The phone was finally connected, the other party was in German, and Azeglio hurriedly said in Italian: "Hello, I would like to find Mr.
William Pique." ” "I am," William Peake replied.
"On behalf of Mr.
Frank Strostrojenovese, I have access to a sum of money deposited with you, about 20 million dollars, which we hope will legally enter an account in Italy within a month," said Azeglio.
"A month is too short, and I never help clients launder money," William Peake instinctively refused.
"We can use twenty percent of it as payment for this transaction, and for the sake of the Genovise family, please be sure to lend a hand," Azeglio said anxiously.
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