Chapter 153

Azelio gently held the golden eyes on the bridge of his nose. He picked up the pen on his coat pocket and wrote in his notebook. Soon a beautiful line of flowery characters appeared on the paper.

"The judge has settled it." Donny looked at the line, then he looked up at azelio and nodded slightly.

Donnie reaches out his hand to signal that he wants to speak. Azelio gives Donnie the paper and pen. Donnie thinks about it and writes in his notebook: "we still have a sum of money hidden abroad that the police didn't find. We'll try to get it back and give it to the boss of Gambino family, and let them deal with the rest."

Azelio finished reading the line and nodded slightly. Seeing azelio nodding his head, Downey went on to write: "the money is now in the custody of a guy named William peck. You can contact him and ask him to find a way to transport the money back legally within a month. Remember, it must be legal, otherwise it can only be used by the police in vain. We can give him more benefits..."

The police outside the door have been paying attention to the movement in the house, but it is surprisingly quiet inside. Soon a policeman lost his breath. He took two cups of coffee and went into the interrogation room. When he came into the interrogation room. Donny and azelio just sat silent to each other. There was nothing over the table. Ben couldn't see what they had just done.

"Would you like coffee, gentlemen?" The policeman covered up his purpose of coming in for nothing. Azelio smiles at him, then gets up to shake hands with Downey and leaves the interrogation room. Donny also slowly got up and walked to the police. He took a cup of coffee, took a sip, then frowned and vomited back into the cup.

"It's too bad. Can we go now?" Donny asked the policeman, then swaggered out of the interrogation room.

Azelio takes his briefcase to the exit of the prison. Just when he has stepped out of the prison gate with one foot, he is suddenly stopped by a prison guard.

"I'm sorry, we need to search your briefcase." The policeman who spoke put his hand on the baton and glared defiantly at azelio in his eyes.

There was a trace of doubt and caution in azelio's eyes, and he slowly raised his hands. The police snatched azelio's briefcase, dumped the contents on the ground and kicked the contents with their toes. Soon the contents were kicked everywhere. Azelio looked at the policeman calmly, as if it was none of his business.

The policeman didn't find anything. He picked up the notebook on the ground and turned it over. It was empty. The police angrily threw the notebook aside. It seemed that there was no need to check other things on the ground. Finally, the police threw the briefcase on the ground and stomped with their boots.

Azelio didn't say anything. He just looked at the policeman calmly. After the policeman insultingly finished the inspection, azelio squatted on the ground, picked up the scattered items, dusted them off and put them back in his briefcase. Then he walked into the parking lot with calm steps, found his own car and sat in.

Sitting in the cab, azelio took a long breath. He wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then picked up a bottle of mineral water on the door to drink. It wasn't because he was thirsty, but because the piece of paper he had just exchanged with Donnie in prison was stuck in his throat. He was very upset, He had to drink some water to get the paper down.

Azelio drank too much water and choked. After a fierce cough, azelio finally eased his strength. He took off his gold rimmed glasses, put them in his eye box and put them away. He took out the sunglasses he used to wear when driving and put them on the bridge of his nose. Then he drove out of the parking lot.

The road from the prison to the city is very remote. There are no cars at all. Soon, azelio found that he was followed by a blue Fiat. Needless to say, it must be the car of the police. They are blatantly following and don't pay attention to azelio at all. The police just want to keep an eye on azelio so that he can't do anything.

Azelio has nothing to do with it. Even if he gets out of the car to argue with these people, they will not admit it. Azelio reluctantly shook his head, he accelerated the car speed, soon the car into the city, the tail still swagger to follow him.

Azelio led the police around Milan, but they still couldn't get rid of the tail. Helpless

Azelio could only stop at the door of a restaurant called Palermo house.

In the restaurant, two tattooed and strong men are busy living in front of the stove. They are wearing sleeveless vests, their strong arms are exposed, and they are making Palermo's special food. There are a lot of guests in the restaurant. The waiter sees azelio coming up to serve him. Azelio reaches out his hand to signal that he doesn't need it. He went straight to the two cooks and said in a low voice, "help me! I'm being watched by the cops

The two chefs turned to look at azelio, and one of them shook his head and motioned azelio to go inside. Azelio hurried inside, and the two chefs turned back to cook.

As soon as azelio got in, the police who had been following him rushed into the restaurant. They had a look, but they didn't find azelio, so they rushed in. Two cooks stopped in the hands of the man, picked up the kitchen knife to block their way.

"Get out of the way, we are the police, don't hinder us!" Police arrogantly pointed to the chef said, but the two chefs indifferent. A policeman reached for his hand and was stopped by his colleague. "Don't be impulsive, it's Gambino's place," the policeman said in a low voice After listening, my colleagues could not help but calm down.

Azelio doesn't know what happened outside. At the moment, he is hiding in the underground cellar of the restaurant and dialing the phone. The voice waiting on the phone is really maddening.

"Hello, this is the Saxon drugstore!" Finally, the phone was connected. The other party was in German. Azelio said in Italian, "Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr. William pick."

"I am!" William pick replied.

"On behalf of Mr. Frank Xtro Genovese, I have used a sum of money that is about 20 million US dollars. We hope that this money can legally enter an account in Italy within one month..." azelio said.

"One month, it's too short, and I never help clients launder money!" William pick instinctively wanted to refuse.

"We can take 20% of it as the reward for this transaction. For the Genovese family, please help us!" Azelio said anxiously.