The door opened, revealing a large bedroom with teak floors and thick carpets, exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls, and large windows.
The sunlight shone in from the outside and fell on the large copper frame bed, making it extremely warm.
A snow-white Persian cat lay on the windowsill and glanced lazily at the guests.
There were three people in the bedroom.
The old man who was half lying on the bed was a little pale, but he looked pretty good.
Chen Zikun recognized him at a glance as the olive oil importer named Anthony Pacino who he had saved in the market.
He was sitting there.
The old woman next to the hospital bed must be his wife.
Their hands are tightly held together, and it seems that their relationship is still strong.
There was also a young man sitting on a chair by the window, with a double-barreled shotgun with a sawed-off barrel and butt on his knee.
It looked like it was a 12-gauge.
He was just like the gang downstairs.
He was wearing a shirt and had two .45-caliber pistols stuffed in the holsters under his arms.
"Dear G, I'm very happy that you can come and see me.
Please sit down, my friend."
Pacino greeted warmly.
Uncle Ji hurriedly said: "We were all shocked to learn that Your Excellency was attacked.
Today I saw that Mr.
Pacino was safe and sound, and my heart dropped."
He took out an envelope and said, " It’s just a small thing, but it’s not respectful, so I hope you’ll accept it.”
The young man who brought them in took the envelope and handed it to Mr.
Pacino.
He nodded slightly, stood up, and seemed very happy.
Uncle Chicken said: "Mr.
Pacino, let me introduce you.
This is" Pacino interrupted him and said: "We have already met.
We were at the vegetable market.
Young man, my gun is still with you.
When are you going to give it back to me?"
Uncle Ji broke out in a cold sweat.
He didn't know what Mr.
Pacino meant by what he said.
He quickly looked at Chen Zikun.
This guy looked calm and composed.
He was such a boy who didn't know the heights of the world.
If he knew what he was facing He is the old man of the Pacino family, the most famous gangster in New York, and he will never be so calm.
Mr.
Pacino propped himself up and said to his wife: "Hel me up."
It seems that he has a very high authority in the family.
Although the wife was not happy, she obediently helped her husband out of bed in his pajamas.
Pacino opened his arms to Chen Zikun: "Dear friend, you use your heroic behavior to You have earned the respect of Anthony Sr.
From today on, you are a friend of the Pacino family."
Chen Zikun smiled slightly, stepped forward to hug the old man, and Uncle Chicken was dumbfounded.
He finally understood that when Mr.
Pacino asked to see Chen Zikun by name, it was not that he was curious about this young man from China, but that he had already met him.
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If his guess is correct, maybe Chen Zikun is still kind to him.
Pacino's injuries didn't heal well and he couldn't stand for a long time.
He sat down in the wheelchair pushed by the bodyguard and said with a smile: "Don't leave at noon.
I'll treat you to dinner."
Uncle Ji was flattered.
The Fulong Gang was just a small gang in Chinatown that did some sneaky things.
It was not on the same level as the big New York Mafia families.
It was a blessing to be able to sit at the same table for dinner today.
Although he is a murderous mafia, the old man of the Pacino family is as kind as the old man next door, and his wife is like a nagging housewife.
The old lady and her daughters-in-law cook lunch together.
Made with pasta topped with meat sauce and tomato sauce, chunks of freshly baked bread with cheese, milk, fruit and pizza, and of course delicious French wine.
The bodyguards were sitting on the long table in the living room eating, with their guns placed beside them.
They were devouring their food with great grunts, and the sound of smacking their lips was heard in the dining room.
Old man Pacino raised his eyebrows and said: "Add more bread to the children.
Listen to the sound, they look like a bunch of hungry pigs."
Chen Zikun and Uncle Chicken were arranged to have a meal with the Pacino family in the restaurant.
The children were crawling under the table, and the white cat was wandering on the table, just like a member of the family.
Uncle Chicken was an old tradition, and he was very fond of it.
I couldn't stand it when a woman was served at the table, let alone a cat, but this was not Chinatown after all, so I had to pretend not to notice.
Chen Zikun thought this family was quite interesting, and he was not surprised at all when chatting and laughing with them.
Old man Pacino bluntly told them that the assassins were the Piero family in Brooklyn.
Although they were both Italian mafia, the two families were in the same boat and had been fighting openly and secretly for decades.
However, The killers they hired this time were two idiot amateurs, and neither of their bullets hit the vital part.
"Thank you for saving me, otherwise I would have received two more bullets in my head.
No matter how strong old Anthony is, it will be useless.
God can't save the poor guy who was shot in the head."
Old man Pacino talked eloquently, The dispute between the two families was also mentioned.
It turned out that they were trying to rob the sales of bootleg liquor in New York.
Fighting for power, last summer, Pacino's eldest son Marco Pacino was hit in the head during a family war, leaving behind two underage children, and the Piero family did not benefit.
Piero's beloved youngest son was beaten to death in a car on a dark night, with twenty bullets in his body.
"To be honest, your skills are really good.
Are you interested in working for us?"
The second son Mario Pacino, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said to Chen Zikun.
He was the young man who took Uncle Ji and Chen Zikun upstairs.
After the old man was injured, he seemed to be the spokesperson of the family.
Chen Zikun said: "I'm sorry, I have a mission and can't be distracted."
Mario was suddenly angry: "I can give you money, a lot of money, three hundred dollars a month, is it enough?
Anyway, if you blinded the Piero family, they will also come to settle the score with you.
Join us, and you will get Protect."
"Shut up."
Old man Pacino grabbed a piece of bread and threw it over.
Mario immediately shut up and stopped talking.
"Dear Chen, please forgive Mario for being frank.
We really need excellent shooters like you, but it is not the tradition of the Pacino family to force others to do something difficult.
I have heard some things about you.
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It seems that you need someone like a Congressman. level of help”
A spark of hope ignited in Chen Zikun's heart.
From the look of old man Pacino, he seemed to be sure of victory.
Using a handful of senators was a piece of cake for him.
So, he told the whole story of the matter.
For him, Things that are not American are also not hidden.
Pacino pondered for a moment and said, "G, is the birth certificate you provided real?"
Uncle Ji hurriedly said: "It was done with the help of friends from Zhi Gong Tang.
It is absolutely true, but it can only be used once and has to be sent back."
Pacino said: "Ask them how much they need, and I'll buy it."
Uncle Chicken said, "I'll do my best."
Pacino turned to Chen Zikun and said, "Friend, leave this matter to me.
I will ensure that you can walk through the door of West Point when the new semester comes.
Of course, the premise is that you can pass the exam."
Chen Zikun was overjoyed: "Thank you very much, old man."
After the meal, old man Pacino presented Chen Zikun with a gift.
Two fine steel-forged Browning 1911.45 automatic pistols were packed in exquisite mahogany boxes.
The backing was black velvet.
They were exquisite in workmanship and powerful in shape.
Chen Zikun was immediately fascinated.
"This is the weapon that a real man should have.
If you encounter an enemy again, you can use your 4 or 5 pistol to knock him down instead of using an apple."
Old man Pacino said.
Chen Zikun happily accepted it, took the box and took out the pistol, and pulled the bolt with a bang, feeling the strength and stroke of the spring, trigger, and hammer.
His skillful movements made old Pacino's eyes flash, and he asked: "Chen, look Come on, you're an expert with a gun."
"This thing is called a big-eye gun.
It is also available in China.
However, it is very expensive and the bullets are not easy to match, so it is rarely seen in the world.
I really like this gun.
The bullets are big and powerful enough.
One shot can kill It can put people down," Chen Zikun said while playing with the pistol.
Mario became excited: "We have a shooting range here, do you want to try the gun?"
Chen Zikun naturally agreed.
The so-called shooting range is a private beach by the sea.
Because of the strong wind, old Pacino did not follow him.
Mario accompanied Chen Zikun here with a few bodyguards, and placed a few empty wine bottles and tomatoes in the distance.
As a target.
Chen Zikun held the gun in his hand, without even looking at it.
He raised the gun and fired as if carelessly.
The gun went bang, the bottle shattered, and the tomatoes exploded into red mist.
Mario and others were amazed and looked at Chen Zikun with admiration.
"Chen, can you tell me what you did before?"
Mario asked impatiently.
"I've been a robber, an assassin, and a soldier."
Chen Zikun answered him, and then left Mario with a shocked look on his face and went back.
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With the support of the Pacino family, all problems no longer become problems.
Chen Zikun left happily with gifts.
On the way, Uncle Ji's attitude towards him changed 180 degrees.
He originally thought he was from Tangshan.
A fat sheep can be slaughtered with a knife, but it is a fierce dragon crossing the river.
Of course a smart person like Uncle Chicken knows what to do.
"Mr.
Chen, since you have such a relationship with Mr.
Pacino, it would be unkind for me to accept any more money from you.
Let's do this.
I will give you my American identity, but I cannot give you this birth certificate, because it is from I borrowed it from a friend, please forgive me.”
Chen Zikun said: "Business is business, and trading is trading.
How can we support our brothers if we don't charge money?
At the worst, you can just give me a discount."
Uncle Ji thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll just charge you a dollar, it doesn't count as breaking the rules."
Chen Zikun took out a silver coin and handed it over.
Uncle Ji took it and his old face turned into a chrysanthemum smile: "Mr.
Chen, you have to take more care of our Fulong Gang in the future."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Chen Zikun's face was full of joy
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