Marco lunges forward with a series a well calculated moves but unfortunately he couldn't land a single hit on Kazuo. Kazuo moved with precision, carefully eluding Marco's attacks.With one swift kick Kazuo knocks Marco to the ground, Marco gets up immediately, filled with rage, he attacks more aggressively, after several attacks he was still unable to land a single hit on Kazuo; who chuckled at Marco's feeble attempt.Kazuo swiftly used a deadly combination of kicks and jabs to knock Marco to the floor again, this time leaving him bruised, Marco was already bleeding from his nose, he had exhausted himself and tried to regroup."You're pathetic." Kazuo spits.Marco filled with rage and anger, pulled out one those sharp objects which looked like spikes from his sleeves and threw it directly at Kazuo.Shockwaves rippled through the atmosphere, Kazuo caught the spike with his hand mid-air. Marco's eye widened, fear gripped his soul, he struggled to stand on his feet."Men will tremble whe
Enzo's eyes locked onto Hana's, searching for any sign of deception. But the scared girl's expression remained free of manipulation."Enzo, listen carefully," Hana said, her voice low and disturbed. "The man you're after... Kazuo Tanaka Nakamura... he's the most feared in Asia. You won't succeed."Georgina shifted uncomfortably beside Enzo, her brow furrowed. "We've not heard any rumors about his... reputation.""That is because he is a ghost." Hana adviced.Enzo stepped forward, his gaze intense. "I've seen Marco in bandages and pain. I won't let that happen again." He turned to Hana. "Take me to him. Leave the rest to me."Hana's eyes narrowed. "You don't understand, Enzo. Kazuo has connections to the Yakuza, the Triads... every major player in Asia. He's untouchable."Enzo's jaw clenched. "I've taken down men with more power and fewer morals. Take me to him."Georgina placed a hand on Enzo's shoulder. "Enzo, maybe we should reconsider—""No," Enzo interrupted, his voice cold. "I'
Enzo's eyes darted around the temple, his instincts on high alert. Suddenly, 25 heavily armed men emerged from strategic positions, surrounding him.Machine guns at the ready, vests bulging with ammo, they formed a semi-circle around Enzo.Enzo's eyes scanned the area, calculating the odds. Outnumbered, outgunned, but far from outmatched.A wicked smile spread across his lips as he reloaded his pistol."Bring it on," he whispered to himself.Enzo lunged behind a solid wall, using it as a shield.Heavy gunfire ensued, bullets chewing into the stone, sending shards and brick parts flying.Enzo peered around the wall, his eyes locking onto the guards.Their suits were top-notch, but Enzo spotted the weakness – the exposed neck.With accuracy and precision, Enzo took aim.His pistol fired, the sound echoing through the temple.The first guard fell, neck shattered, blood spraying. Shock rippled through the room.Enzo re-aimed, fired again.And again.And again.Each shot found its mark, n
Ryota Nakamura, the Yakuza boss and Hana's stepfather, stood confidently in front of his hostages."Welcome, my dear guests," Ryota began, his voice filled with sarcasm.Enzo glared. "What do you want, Nakamura?"Ryota smiled. "You've heard of the artifact, I presume?"Ryota added. "An ancient relic."Ryota chuckled. "More than that. It contains a revolutionary chip.""A chip?" Enzo repeated looking puzzled.Ryota nodded. "Capable of manipulating the entire internet."Hana's eyes widened in shock. "That's impossible."Ryota shrugged. "Not with this technology."Enzo's expression darkened. "You plan to use this for world domination."Ryota bowed slightly. "You're intelligent, Enzo.""This is madness," Hana whispered.Ryota's eyes gleamed. "Visionary, my dear. The world needs order.""Your order?" Hana spat.Ryota's smile grew wider. "Yes. My organization will control the flow of information.""Unthinkable," Hana breathed.Ryota's gaze fell on Hana. "You understand, daughter.""Stepdaug
Bang! Bang!! Two shots fired. Man down. One fool. One liar. Flashback (10 years ago) A group of armed men chased a young boy through the street. “Hey kid, you better stop running!” One of the men yelled. “Make me, Vecchio Sciocco (old fool).” The young boy replied while running endlessly, looking for an exit. It seems as though he had stolen something valuable from them. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, weaving through the streets, making it very difficult for the men to track him down. It wasn’t long until he lost them, leaving them chasing shadows. He hid close to a big container, offering him shade as he dipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out a shiny piece of jewelry. The jewelry was shaped like a piece of diamond, and it glowed so brightly that he had to cover his eyes as he continued to observe the tiny jewelry. “Hey, that's mine to give back.” A little girl said the girl was almost as old as the boy. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t get what you were sayin
Flashback continues In a grocery store located in Bologna, Enzo walks into the store and heads straight for one of the cashiers. “Hey, I need your help with something” Enzo said, stretching his hand revealing the bullet which he had picked out from the scene. “My friend Enzo, good to see you.” Marco replied with a big smile on his face, but that smile disappeared when he saw the bullet Enzo brought forward. “Are we now tracking guns for the street lords? I mean, is that what it has come to?” Marco asked. “Spare me that shit…. Someone shot at me and missed, I need to know who it is and quit being a chicken bro, I almost got shot today.” Enzo responds and hands the bullets over to him. “Oh no… Oh no… Oh no… Did you at least get the necklace? The cashier asked as he collected the bullet from Enzo. “Who do you think I am? Superman? I just told you that I got shot, and the first thing you do is ask me if I got the necklace. Of course, I got the necklace with three bullets in my splee
Enzo rubs his forehead as he struggled with his vision, his sight was blurry given he was just knocked out some minutes ago. Enzo rubbed his eyes with both of his hands, he noticed he was in a huge office, one filled with expensive paintings and artwork, he looked around in awe. “They say a good painting can touch a man's soul.” A voice said, and when Enzo turned around to see who it was, he saw a middle-aged man sitting at his back. “Forgive me, amigo, I'm Carlos.” He said this, bringing out a pack of cigars from his drawer. “Do you smoke?” Carlos asked, but Enzo shook his head. “Sir, I just want to go home… Please.” Enzo said, his voice shaking. “Oh, you see, my friend? You are not going home anytime soon. This is your home now?” Carlos replied. “What? What did I do? Did I do anything wrong? I have returned the necklace. Please let me go.” Enzo pleaded. ‘’I would like to know a lot of things about you. You seem like an interesting young man.’’ Carlos replied, lighting up hi
Present dayEnzo drives off in his sport car yet again, he tossed the suit case to the back sit while zooming off at high speed, he takes several shortcuts and arrives at a construction site, he parks his car right across the building, he gets down from the car and closes the door, walking slowing to the construction site.He puts the suit case across his shoulder, the construction site was a 12 storey-building, it was still under construction so there were engineers and other workers lurking around, he grabbed his suitcase and walked directly to the building, his shoulders were broad and his head high, he tipped the engineer who was in charge of the construction site“Good Morning” Enzo greeted the engineer as he squeezed a couple of euros into his hands“Thank you sir” the engineer replied still in awe of how much he had been given.Enzo makes his way to the lifter in the construction site while still carrying his suitcase on his shoulders with suitcase straps worn tightly across hi