Count Costantino nervously recoiled: "You, who exactly are you?"
Wilson said calmly, "I am your most loyal friend."
Count Costantino stared at him for a long time, finally nodding forcefully, "Alright, I believe you. How many guns can you get?"
"Enough for your use." Wilson took a sip of coffee, his eyelids slightly raised, "However, you can only get 100 for now. You know, my boss is a businessman, and he wants to see your strength first before continuing to invest."
Count Costantino's heart pounded violently. If the organization could really acquire a large number of weapons, then the great cause of Italian unification would be completed at least ten years earlier!
He took a deep breath and said, "How do I need to demonstrate my strength?"
"It's very simple..."
More than ten days later.
