Chapter 132 Sicily

The makeup techniques of the four major sorcerers in Asia are really not covered.

Jiang Hao felt that he needed to strengthen his skills, so he went to learn makeup for a week. This thing is actually very practical. Now Jiang Hao looks like a forty-year-old middle-aged man.

"Clap clap clap."

Jiang Hao slapped the door knocker.

It was still that young woman. Jiang Hao met at noon, and the woman was stunned when she saw Jiang Hao, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm Mr. Sergio's driver, come and get him something." Jiang Hao said in a deep voice, his voice was like a man in his forties.

The woman was a little stunned. "Driver, why haven't I seen you before? He doesn't seem to have lost anything here."

"It's been less than a week since I joined the company, and Sergio put something down with you. It was put down before. Mr. Sergio is very busy now, so let me come and pick it up." Jiang Hao said.

"What is it?"

"Bankbook."

The two came to the bedroom, Jiang Hao glanced around, found the wardrobe, and found that there was indeed a wooden box on it.

After the woman saw the passbook, she thought angrily, why didn't she pay attention, if she knew that there was a passbook here, she could just take the money and have a good time, why wait for an old man.

"Farewell."

Jiang Hao took the passbook and left, no nonsense.

The woman didn't send it either, she sat on the sofa and watched Jiang Hao leave.

Back in the car, he took out the passbook and took a closer look. It was indeed marked 50,000 lire. Jiang Hao put the passbook in his pocket, drove to a bank in Florence, showed the passbook, and told the salesman the password. Fifty thousand lire in cash was withdrawn.

After getting it now, Jiang Hao is very happy, and now he has the start-up capital.

Back at the place where he lived, it was rented, except for some clothes, which were his previous paintings, but those paintings were not appreciated at all, and the corners were already covered with spider silk.

I quickly packed a package and stuffed the things I needed to bring into it. Just when I was about to go out, I remembered another thing and found a note, writing on it: "Please go to the XXX factory to pick up Sergio home, He probably didn't like the environment there, remember, under the licorice."

At this moment, the sky was over, Jiang Hao went back to Sergio's mistress, knocked on the door, the woman opened the door and saw the man who came in the afternoon, and asked, "Sergio called you here again, what else is there to do? ."

Jiang Hao smiled and handed a note to the woman, and said, "This is Mr. Sergio's letter. By the way, he asked me to tell you that if he doesn't come back at night, you can open it and take a look."

After speaking, Jiang Hao turned and left.

The woman muttered, "It's really inexplicable."

He went back to the house with the note, and listened to the music boredly. The time passed by and it was past nine o'clock in the evening, but Sergio still didn't come back. , Next time, I must force him to divorce his wife, or I won't let him touch."

Suddenly, she thought of the letter sent by the driver in the evening, and told herself to open it if she came back late, and the woman opened the new one.

"Ah~~~"

The woman now finally realized that the man she saw in the afternoon was probably a kidnapper.

The woman immediately called the police, and two hours later, the police found poor Mr. Sergio under the hay outside the abandoned factory. Mr. Sergio was so frightened that he cried when he saw the police.

"Is my money still there, tell me, is my money still good?" Sergio cried.

"I'm afraid it's gone. The money in the passbook has been taken away."

gah~~

Mr. Sergio took it straight.

Jiang Hao drove that car out of Florence a long time ago, and now he is 100 kilometers away, galloping on the road against the night wind, singing a cheerful Italian song.

It is estimated that the lovely Mr. Sergio has been rescued. He is really a lovely guy. He gave him 50,000 lire and a scooter, which solved all the troubles of Jiang Hao.

As for the police chase, forget it. It’s 1940, but there is no such thing as a camera. He escaped from Florence. How could the police know where he went? Even if they did, they might not catch up. Even if they caught up, they They may not be able to find it. After all, they don't have a photo of Jiang Hao. Even if they find Jiang Hao, they may not be able to catch him. Jiang Hao will teach the police a profound lesson.

There was another town in front of him. This town was not small. It was already more than ten o'clock in the evening. He needed a rest. The important thing was that his car was running out of gas.

After finding a hotel, the boss opened a room. Jiang Hao handed the key to the other party, took out 50 lire and said, "Money for gas, then please prepare me a dinner."

Then he took out 10 lire and handed it to the boss, "This is a tip."

The boss smiled and accepted the tip: "No problem, I'll fill up the car, so that you can travel smoothly tomorrow, I'll ask my wife to prepare a dinner for you, and I'll be back to your room in 20 minutes. "

There are not many special gas stations in this era, and most hotels have gas services, which can save a lot of things.

had dinner,

The door was knocked again, Jiang Hao put the pistol under the pillow on guard, now is not a safe time.

"Come in."

The boss came in with a cup of coffee and asked ambiguous with a smile, "Sir, do you want someone to accompany you at night?"

direct enough.

After speaking, she snapped her fingers, and a woman appeared at the door of the room, wearing an extremely revealing gauze skirt, and blew a kiss to Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao almost vomited.

This out of shape body, this rude appearance, and this pretentious action made him feel sick to his stomach and almost spit out what he just ate.

"No, I just want to get a good night's sleep." Jiang Hao said firmly.

The smile on the woman's face faded, she turned around with a snort, and the boss spread her hands awkwardly: "Well, good night."

Locking the door, putting the travel bag with the money on the bedside table and the pistol under the pillow, Jiang Hao slept beautifully.

The next morning, Jiang Hao had breakfast at the hotel and checked the car. The gas was indeed full, and he continued on the road.

Although it is a time of war, the war has not spread to the mainland of Italy, and the situation in Italy is relatively stable. Although he saw two Lukas on the road, Jiang Hao was not checked.

The soldiers with guns slackly leaned to the side to smoke, just to see and let go.

After a whole day of driving, he finally came to a port city in the evening. He was going to Sicily, and he had to take a boat to go there.