After the doctor prescribed me some medications and advised against excessive movement, we departed from the hospital. Drake left first to attend a company meeting, while Lisa opted to accompany me to her residence.Feeling nervous about visiting a woman's home, especially considering Lisa's father's affluent status, I couldn't help but show my apprehension. Lisa seemed to sense my unease and broke the silence, reassuring me, "My father doesn't live with me, so you don't have to be nervous."I let out a nervous chuckle, replying, "Haha... That's a relief... I guess."Meanwhile, back at the police station, Michel sat at his desk with a troubled yet angry expression. It was 11 a.m., and an eerie silence hung over the room. Suddenly, breaking the silence, a remark came from one of the inmates, "Seems like someone's gonna kick his ass today," followed by laughter from his companions.Michel abruptly rose from his seat, gripped his baton, and marched into the jail. His rage unleashed, he u

"It's been a while, my friend," John greeted him with a hearty handshake. "Indeed," Michel replied cautiously, his gaze darting towards the masked figures. "Who are these... gentlemen?" John threw his head back and boomed with laughter. "Professionals, my dear Michel, the best in the business!" He clapped a hand on the shoulder of the figure in blue cloth. "This here is the leader, the finest sniper in the entire country. He'll have your back, figuratively speaking, of course." John's humor did little to ease Michel's apprehension. He pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to Michel. "Here you go. One press of that green button, and everyone in the room except you and Lucas will be… indisposed." Despite the morbid nature of the phone, Michel felt a flicker of relief wash over him. He relayed the location of Lisa's mansion to John, who promptly booked a hotel room a strategic 350 meters away. John emphasized the importance of getting Lisa outside the mansion. "Line of sight is crucia

“Around 40 years from now, he used to be the King of the Underworld.” Lucas began the story. "What does it require to be a mafia?" he asked, looking at us."Manpower and money," I answered."Wrong..." he said. "If you only have manpower and money, then anyone can betray you anytime and take over your position," he explained."To be considered a true mafia, people must fear you. Whenever you arrive, everyone must bow in front of you. Of course, you need money and manpower, but these things come naturally once you have the power to influence people and the strength to scare anyone who faces you. Once you gain both, that's when you start to be recognized as a mafia." He paused and then questioned us with excitement, "Now then, when a mafia has this much power, then imagine what it takes to be considered the

After the meeting with Lisa, Charlie prepared to leave. "I'll be taking my leave now," he announced. "I need to head to Gulfport. Our weapons shipment arrives today.""Excellent," Lisa replied. "Take three or four of your most trusted men with you. Discreetly inquire with the dealer if they've heard anything about the recent situation. However, don't mention the murder or the invasion at the mansion.""Got it. I'll be off then," Charlie said before departing.Lisa turned to Drake, a serious expression on her face. "I think you should visit the Home Minister," she suggested."Hmm, I see what you're getting at," Drake said with a knowing smile. "Perhaps he has some information about this King as well. Alright, give him a call and book a reservation for tomorrow evening. As for today, I believe I'll meet with Sir Grimstone and instruct him on how to proceed."Lisa contacted the U.S. Home Minister's office. His secretary answered the call."Hello," Lisa greeted. "This is Lisa, daughter of

Everyone was focused on Pierre's gang, except Falcon, their leader. He was scrapin' with Charlie in the back. Charlie was looking rough – a bullet grazed his shoulder and he could barely move his left arm. Falcon pulled a blade and charged. Charlie dropped his heater (gun) and went defensive. Before Falcon could reach him, Charlie grabbed his wrist and squeezed like a hydraulic press. Falcon howled in pain, dropping the knife."Damn you!" Falcon roared, punching Charlie in the face. Charlie's nose started bleeding, but it didn't faze him. He wiped the blood and choked Falcon with one hand, lifting him off the ground. Falcon's crew noticed and tried to sneak up on Charlie.Meanwhile, Pierre had his laser cannon charged and ready to rock. He popped up, aiming at the sub. "Signal Charlie!" Pierre yelled. A guard tossed a grenade just as Charlie yelled for it