Capon Brat, his face flushed with triumph, raised his glass in a toast to his men, his voice booming with arrogance."Gentlemen," he said, his eyes shining with greed. "Tonight, we've shown the world who's boss."That little punk thought he could outsmart us, but we played him like a fiddle. And now, he's walked away with nothing."Capon Brat's men, their laughter filling the room, raised their glasses in response, their voices full of cheerfulness.Capon Brat, his eyes gleaming with greed, nodded slowly."All right, boys," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You've all done well tonight."Each of you will receive 10 million. And Shocker, for his role in this victory, will receive 50 million."Capon Brat's men, their eyes wide with greed, cheered at the news, their voices filling the room.Shocker, his face twisted with concern, his eyes fixed on the briefcase, spoke up."Boss," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What about the rest? I thought we were gonna use that money to bu
Enraged by what Jeremy had done, Capon brat screamed orders to his men, his voice ringing out with fury. "Go to the hotel where he's staying and give that bastard a lesson he'll never forget! Show him who the boss is. Bring him to me! I'll be the one to put an end to his miserable life!" "Shocker! You will remain here with your bunch of betrayers, I don't trust you anymore!" He said coldly. The thugs, eager to carry out their leader's wishes, grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the bar, ready to unleash their violence on the unfortunate soul who had dared to cross Capon's path. The group of men, loyal to Capon Brat, left the bar in a hurry, fueled by their leader's rage and indignation. They piled into their cars and sped through the city, finally reaching the hotel where Jeremy told them he was. Bursting through the front doors, they stormed into the lobby, their eyes wild and their weapons raised. "Where is he?" the leader demanded of the receptionist, his voice like a snarl
As Capon Brat barged into the hotel, the second receptionist immediately recognized him and, terrified of his notorious reputation, wasted no time in directing him towards Jeremy's room. After all, no one in the city dared to call the police on Capon Brat, knowing the consequences that would follow.Led by Capon Brat, a group of hulking henchmen and the feared "Shocker" entered the floor of the hotel where Jeremy was staying, only to find themselves quickly overpowered and apprehended by Nathaniel's special forces. Outnumbered and outmatched, Capon Brat's entourage could only watch in helpless defeat as the special forces took them into custody.As the men were being cuffed, Capon Brat, seething with fury, glared daggers at the special forces. "You think you've won?" he snarled. "You haven't seen the last of me."A smirk spread across the leader of the special forces' face. "I think we've seen more than enough of you," he replied, his voice calm and controlled. Capon Brat struggled
"I don't know what you have in mind, but if it involves going up against Don Jerome, count me out," Shocker said when Jeremy came back into the room."Jerome is not someone to be taken lightly," one of Capon Brat's men chimed in. "We've been looking for ways to free ourselves from our other bosses, but Don Jerome is one that we've never been able to figure out. He's too powerful, too connected. We don't stand a chance against him."Jeremy considered the men's words, a grim expression on his face. He knew they were right with what Jefferson had said- going up against Don Jerome would be a dangerous and potentially fatal endeavor. But he also knew that he couldn't back down now, not when he was so close to getting revenge for what Jerome had done to his family."I understand your fears," he said, his voice low and steady. "But I can't back down now, not when I have the chance to make Jerome pay for what he's done.'Capon Brat turned to face Jeremy, his eyes flashing with impatience. "Ja
"So, are you willing to help me get to him?" Jeremy asked, his eyes narrowed in determination.Capon sighed, his expression weary and resigned. "I wish I could, but I honestly don't know where he stays," he confessed. "He never calls me except when he needs me, and he always has his men pick me up with a blindfold. I don't know the route to his place. That's how cautious Don Jerome is. He doesn't trust anyone, not even me."The other men nodded in agreement."We'll have to find another way," Jeremy said, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Is there anyone else who might know his location? A trusted associate, a family member?"Capon shook his head, his expression downcast. "He keeps his inner circle small, and he's not close with his family. They're not involved in his business.""What about his businesses?" Jeremy pressed. "He must have a headquarters, a base of operations.""Maybe, but I've never been to any of them," Capon replied.Jeremy was silent for a moment, his mind
Capon brat stood at the usual spot, waiting for Jerome's men to pick him up. While, Jeremy and the special force men were hiding in a corner, keeping a close eye on his every move. Their shadows blended seamlessly with the darkness In the corner, their eyes trained on the target.After several minutes of waiting, a black tinted car rolled up to the spot where Capon stood, its dark windows reflecting the dim street lights. A group of imposing men, dressed in black and radiating an aura of intimidation, emerged from the vehicle. Their broad frames dwarfed Capon's comparatively slight figure, making him appear almost angelic in comparison with the rugged looking men. The sheer anger emanating from these men was obvious, even from a distance, and Capon visibly shriek back in their presence, seeming to realize the danger of his situation."Good day," Capon brat greeted them. his voice resonating with feigned confidence. However, his words were met with a stony silence, One of the men, his
The vehicle pulled into the thick forest and few distance to the hall outside the mansion, Jeremy's eye surveyed the area around them, taking in the thick foliage and the faint glint of the hall's roof in the distance. Gesturing to the driver, he commanded, "Park the vehicle behind those trees over there, where we can remain concealed from prying eyes." Without hesitation, the driver obeyed, expertly maneuvering the car into a hidden location amongst the dense greenery. The head of the Nathaniel special forces peered intently at his laptop, his brow furrowing in concern. "Sir," he said, his tone urgent and serious, "I think they have surveillance cameras outside the mansion. If we try to move close to the hall, we will be spotted." Jeremy took the laptop from the leader and examined the feed, his eyes scanning the images on the screen. Sure enough, he spotted not one, but two cameras strategically positioned to monitor the surrounding area. Jeremy's eyes narrowed, his mind racing.
Desperate to maintain their cover, Shocker searched his mind for a plan.With every passing second, Shocker's mind raced for a solution. He knew that disabling the drone would be a difficult task, especially without attracting attention.Suddenly, inspiration struck. He recalled a technique he had learned during his training - a technique that could potentially disarm the drone without a single shot fired.Slowly and deliberately, Shocker removed a small mirror from his pocket and held it up towards the drone's sensors. The reflection of the drone's own scanning beams bounced back, creating a blinding effect that overwhelmed its sensors.In an instant, the drone became confused, its programmed defenses failing to cope with the unexpected input. It veered off course, colliding with a nearby tree and falling to the ground with a muffled thud.Shocker, relieved that his plan had worked, quickly jammed the second camera and motioned for his men to take cover. Moments later, the sounds of