Joja didn't feel discouraged. On the contrary, when someone attacked from the other side, it would greatly reduce the difficulty of his actions.

However, he underestimated the ability and determination of the attackers. When they bypassed the sensor range and approached the villa fence, Antar's voice sounded again...

"Boss, someone is approaching from the sea in a rubber boat, three boats, 15 people, four machine guns, and the rest are automatic rifles.

They don't look like regular army, they should be gunmen aiming for the Mori family. They want to force their way in from the sea."

At this point, Joja felt something was wrong. He followed Dorian to find a concealed position and said over the communicator, "Owl, is there anything unusual on our side?"

Antar mobilized a drone to fly over Joja and them to check for a moment, then said, "No, but what's strange is that the mercenaries we saw this afternoon are all concentrated in the slums on your side.

The drone couldn't distinguish between mercenaries and civilians during the day, but now my vision is clear. There are about 40 gunmen on guard in the southern slums."

After listening, Joja had a strange feeling, as if the Mori family was deliberately allowing the enemy to attack from two directions...

Looking at the heavily guarded villa not far away, Joja glanced at Kaman, then looked at Dorian, who was also thoughtful, and said, "I have a bad feeling."

Dorian did not respond to Joja immediately, but inquired in detail about the situation in several directions. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and said, "It must be a trap!

I just don't know how the Mori family confirmed that the other party would attack tonight?

I always thought that they strengthened security to deter external hostile forces."

Dorian looked at the security patrolling the huge courtyard of the villa not far away, shook his head and said, "Why would they do this? Killing a group of mercenaries won't solve the problems the Mori family is facing now."

Joja didn't want to consider what the Mori family was thinking. He looked at the villa not far away and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure all the Mori family members are inside?"

Dorian nodded heavily and said, "I'm sure. The second son Bentley, the fourth son Jonah, the fifth son Joseph, and the eldest daughter Gloria, I saw them walk into the villa with my own eyes."

Dorian nodded heavily and said, "I'm sure, and I've worked inside. I can guarantee that there are no tunnels leading to the outside in this villa."

Joja instinctively shook his head and said, "This is not right. If it's a trap, they must have someone outside to coordinate and command, otherwise, it would be meaningless for them to take the risk themselves."

Joja thought for a moment and said, "Regardless, let's wait and see. If this is really a trap, those mercenaries are doomed.

As long as the Mori family feels that they have won, they will relax their vigilance, and then we will still follow the original plan and catch them off guard!"

Dorian was a little surprised at Joja's aggressive attitude at this time. Under normal circumstances, they should choose to retreat and see the situation.

But he ignored the fact that his boss was not a professional, he was cautious, but sometimes also aggressive. He wouldn't think like a soldier, but always from his own perspective.

Someone actively attacked to attract the attention of the Mori family, so Joja, who was determined to exterminate the Mori family, would think this was a good opportunity.

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Just as a fierce conflict was about to occur, in a luxurious hotel in the center of Catania.

A young woman in a backless evening dress walked gracefully into the bar and sat at the bar.

The young woman took out a lady's cigarette and put it in her mouth. The bartender, who was not very focused, lit the cigarette for this woman who exuded a sexy aura from head to toe.

The woman looked at the slightly stunned bartender and smiled, "Give me a glass of whiskey, no ice."

The bartender, who was still handsome, looked away from the woman's magnificent figure, nodded awkwardly, turned around, took a glass, and poured her half a glass of whiskey.

The bartender, who was still handsome, looked at the woman as she picked up the glass and drank it all in one go. He obediently refilled her glass with water, and was about to try to strike up a conversation when a middle-aged man in a large suit walked up to the woman and sat down.

He waved to the bartender to give himself a glass of whiskey, handed the bartender a euro to give himself some space, then raised his glass to the woman and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Mrs. Dupont's taste in drinking to be similar to mine..."

The woman glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "My father taught me from a young age that when dealing with some people, you should try to take care of their self-esteem as much as possible.

Because some people look upright, but in fact, they have a little boy's inferiority complex in their hearts, and they always have dirty thoughts in their minds."

The middle-aged man was not angry at being sarcastic. He shrugged and said, "I don't know why you asked me to come here?

I thought big shots like you are not willing to deal with us CIA."

"My father is dead! He was shot and killed in prison."

Mrs. Dupont pointed to her shoulder and chest as she spoke, her tone cold. "One shot in the shoulder, one shot in the chest.My father is dead now, but some people are still not satisfied. They want to kill the remaining members of the Mori family.

I need an answer!"

The middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "You've got the wrong person. We are the CIA, not private detectives. We have been focusing on the recent highway attack incidents..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked at Mrs. Dupont and said with great emphasis, "Madam, your husband's identity is noble. Although you are the youngest daughter of the Mori family, you are more importantly the wife of the Dupont family.

In recent years, the influence of the Dupont Group in Europe has been steadily declining. Personally, I advise you not to get involved.

As far as I know, your brother Joseph has already reached an agreement with the other side, exchanging the drug channels for a ceasefire. Although it will cost the lives of a few brothers, the matter is almost over!"

Mrs. Dupont nodded slightly and said, "Yes, it's almost over, but I have only found a few small figures, which is not enough. Compared to the losses suffered by the Mori family, these few people are far from enough."

The middle-aged man, incredulous, said, "Is your brother Joseph's negotiation with the other side fake? Is the betrayal of his own brothers also fake?

What exactly do you want to do?"

Mrs. Dupont raised her glass as a gesture and said, "I need someone to take responsibility for the blood shed by the Mori family.

I need a few substantial people to use death as a warning to those who are restless."

Mrs. Dupont stared into the eyes of the middle-aged man and said, "The drugs of the Glorious Society come from Afghanistan. They are competing with the CIA for business. I don't believe you are unaware of them."

The middle-aged man was an experienced old spy. At this moment, he already sensed the thoughts of Mrs. Dupont. She was not just seeking revenge for her family. As a daughter-in-law of the Dupont family, this lady wanted to defeat the influence of the Glorious Society in Italy and involve the Dupont family, taking a share of the arms smuggling business.

If not for this, the Dupont family would not allow a woman to act so recklessly.

Now that the eldest and youngest sons of the Mori family responsible for the smuggling business are dead, this youngest daughter, with the halo of the Dupont family, wants to come back and take a piece of the pie.

With the help of the Dupont family, the Mori family can gain a valuable breathing space, and at the same time, the Dupont family can obtain an annual export share of approximately 200 million US dollars in weapons.

As the saying goes, the arms trade itself is legal, but because some major powers have forcibly defined the scope of trade, legal trade has become difficult. As a result, the Mori family has made a fortune through smuggling weapons.

This amount of money is of course nothing to the Dupont Group, but it is very useful for the individuals within the Dupont family. After all, even if their surname is Dupont, it does not mean they are all wealthy.

A Dupont who marries a woman from the Mafia would naturally have a certain status in the family.

The middle-aged man bowed his head in silence for a long time. After careful consideration, he wrote a name on a playing card and pushed it in front of Mrs. Dupont, then said, "He is the main person in charge of the Glorious Society in Italy. We currently have no more leads. If you want to dig out more people, you will have to figure it out yourself.

The DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) has a branch in Portugal. I can call them and have them arrange for a team to come and help.

After all, combating the Glorious Society is the responsibility of everyone!"

Mrs. Dupont picked up the playing card, looked at the name 'Tinaro' for a moment, and then threw the card into the trash can.

Looking at the greasy smile on the middle-aged man's face, Mrs. Dupont shook her head and said, "I will use my people. You have the DEA send an agent to help coordinate with the Italian police. I need some legal procedures to start the war.

My brother has found the lead of the Glorious Society. Tonight, we will take down their main armed forces in Catania, and tomorrow I will send the remaining people to hell."

The middle-aged man nodded, smiled, and said, "As a collaborator, what can I gain?"

Mrs. Dupont shook her head and said, "I don't know, but I am very clear that you always get what you want."

Mrs. Dupont looked at the dissatisfied expression on the middle-aged man's face and shook her head contemptuously, "The Glorious Society is suffering in Italy. Once the drug channels are cut off, their funds will be in trouble. You have the opportunity to catch them by the tail.

Once Italy is no longer viable, they will be forced to turn to Portugal, which is the territory of the Colombians. As long as they conflict, you henchmen can benefit from it.

My husband was once a member of the CIA. He understands your mode of operation!

He sacrificed a leg for the CIA, and you owe him!"