Michel fumbled for his phone, the same one John provided. Lucas, aiming his gun at Drake, barked, "Get down on your knees if you want to live!" A cruel grin stretched across his face.Drake remained unfazed. "That tiny weapon..." he drawled, advancing towards Lucas, "won't even scratch me."Panicked, Michel slammed his thumb on the green button. "Hahaha! You messed with the wrong guy!" He scrambled to his feet, his voice laced with desperation. "Die, you fools!" he screamed.The world seemed to hold its breath. A sharp crack echoed as a bullet whizzed past from the direction of the hotel, 350 meters away. It struck Lucas's gun, sending it clattering to the floor. Both men stared at the weapon in confusion. Lucas, bewildered, searched for an explanation. Michel, however, was in utter disbelief. The bullet hadn't hit
“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
The next day, I had a doctor's appointment. I went to the bathroom and rested before heading out.Lisa, Drake, and Lucas went to see Michel's body early in the morning. Lisa ordered Drake to burn the body and erase all the traces except his phone. Drake followed her instructions, and Lucas accompanied him. Lisa also assigned two of her loyal bodyguards to keep an eye on Lucas.Around noon, Lisa called me to go to the hospital. As soon as we arrived, I noticed a nurse waiting for us at the entrance. She led us to the doctor's office."Ah, welcome, ma'am. I see you're finally here," the doctor said with a slightly frightened smile."Just examine him and start the procedure already," Lisa ordered before heading to the waiting room.The doctor looked at me with a frown. I initially wanted to apologize for Lisa's behavior, but seeing his expression, I thought maybe it wasn't entirely unwarranted.The doctor examined me and performed surgery. The three-hour procedure was successful. I notic
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
Pierre revealed the pièce de résistance: a long, unassembled gun with a gleaming, metallic surface. The firing hole seemed unusually narrow."What kind of weapon is this?" Charlie inquired, curiosity piqued. "How can a bullet possibly pass through that tiny opening?""This, my friend," Pierre declared, holding the weapon with reverence, "is no ordinary gun. It's a cutting-edge laser weapon, powerful enough to neutralize multiple drone attacks simultaneously.""Interesting," Charlie said, taking the weapon to examine it further. "Tell me more about it."Pierre explained, "The only drawback is its one-minute charging time. But once fully charged, it unleashes hell on your enemies. It can pierce through almost anything in its path and can fire continuously for
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
"So, how about you watch Charlie for now? I'll meet you at your hideout after tomorrow. We can finalize the weapon deal then. And if the intel is useful, I'll buy the weapons at your price," Lisa suggested. "Sounds good. Looking forward to it, milady!" He replied, hanging up. The next day... Drake arrived at Lisa's mansion early. I was in the garden with Jenna, enjoying the fresh air, oblivious to what was happening behind the scenes. When I saw Drake in the car outside, I asked Jenna curiously, "Does he always come this early?" "Nope..." Jenna replied. "He usually comes this early when my lady has an outing." Intrigued, I asked Jenna to take me to Drake. "Good morning, Drake," I greeted. Drake, distracted by his phone, looked up at my voice. "Oh, hey Blurb. You're up early today." "Haha! You could say the same," I countered. "What's up?" "Oh, nothing important," he mumbled, glancing at Jenna. I understood his hint. "So, where are you headed?" I asked curiously. "To the Home M
Drake's eyes narrowed. "Something's wrong," he muttered, suspicion lacing his voice. He turned to Carls, his tone low and dangerous. "What did you put in her drink?"Carls chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Who, me? Nothing at all. You can check it yourself if you want."Drake eyed the wine warily, his suspicions holding firm."Look," Carls continued, "you really should stay here tonight. It's not like I'd do anything to you or Lisa. After all, she is my niece." A harsh laugh escaped his lips."She does seem exhausted," Drake thought. "But we can't stay. We have to meet Pierre tomorrow." He forced a smile. "Thank you for the offer, sir, but we have a tight schedule and can't stay over."Anger flickered in Carls' eyes. "You little-" he started, but Drake cut him off."We'll be leaving now, thank you for your hospitality. We appreciate it," Drake said curtly, taking Lisa's arm and leading her out.It was past midnight when they finally arrived at the mansion. I sat alone in th