Chapter 12 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (1/2)
Rag clicked his tongue after he released the woman from his hand. She immediately carried her things and went behind the young Don. According to his profile, before the servant of this young man left, he had no weapons with him. To their client, she predicted that he would appear in this place as soon as they played their part as thugs committing a crime in this abandoned street. The customer said she was sure about this as she bet around a thousand Luzers of his appearance that lead their leader to agree for this plan, however. It appeared that the plans had reversed but there's something that the kid didn't know yet. Rag and the others were smiling that already knew that this event would happen next.
”Oh, what a good child you are, sir,” said the old lady, attempted to move closer at the young Don but his hand, raised up, interrupted her. ”Madam, it's not my intention to help you out but please don't take a step too close as I have no intention to be hugged for their appreciation. I hope you didn't take offended in this manner. Y' may return to your home, my lady,” said Hermes with low tone. ”But before you go, let me ask you some questions. The first one is, are you from the village?” The old lady, confused, was unable to respond to his question for a second. Her eyes blinked several times before she spoke. ”... Sir, yes I am.”
”Do you know how you can enter to the next district?” asked Hermes, stepping four centimeters away while his hand was on guard. ”Come on, speak.” The old lady had no idea why he's too wary against her. But still, she nodded with, ”Yes”.
”Good,” The young Don felt relief. ”You may go. Please call for help as fast as you can. I'll catch up with you.”
”Eh?” she tilted her head. ”A'ight, sir. I will.”
As the young Don turned his gaze towards the thugs, the old lady pulled out a knife from her bag and cast a spell on it. Her face turned black and her eyes changed red with bloodl.u.s.t as her hand raised up. But her attack was stopped after she recalled a warning from her acquaintance. 'If he's too wary against you, please don't kill him,' the last words the person she talked with said before they departed. ”I guess, I'll play along,” she murmured before her eyes returned back to its original color. ”The plan hasn't changed yet though. Let's see what this kid can do next.”
”Hmm?” the young Don turned his gaze at the woman. She quickly hides the weapon behind her waist. ”Did you say something? And also, why are you still here?”
”N-n-nothing, sir,” she panicked with her left hand waving with denial. ”I just want you to know. Please be safe, child.” The young Don nodded with thanks before she ran and disappeared. When he looked at them once again, they, somewhat, bewildered and surprised for some reason, however.
”Now then, maggots.” Hermes folded his arms with a terrifying gaze. ”What shall we do next? I already told you, folks, that if you tried something against me, you'll get punished, right? Now, who wants to go first?” Rag and his comrades gulped after he said it. They already lose their chance to take him down but luckily, a new hope appeared to their eyes. Fifteen men wore some fancy and gangster suits had crossed at the corner. One of the crew, smoking cigarettes, recognized Rag and his crew. He had a red mohawk hair and a half-upper slim suit. ”Hey sir, what's up? Why're you guys doing there, huh? Camping or playing? Why are you guys dressed like that?”
”Alfred?” Rag, blinked twice, said. ”Alfred, the boss wants that person to be caught alive. Capture him now!”
”Huh? This kid?” Alfred turned his gaze at the young Don while pulling his caliber forty-five pistol from his pants. He pointed his gun before Hermes could move away. ”Tell me, sir. Why the boss wants this person? He has no sensed of fashion than you sir.” said Alfred with a mischievous laughed. Everyone laughed except their three companions and the young Don who was still quiet.
All of the thugs were unable to respond and pulled out their guns.
”Stupid, ” said the young Don as he fixed his hair straight up. He was lucky that the man in front of him was unable to fight back. He used the Filipino Kali special move he learned from his past life. ”Do you really think I'm not prepared for this kind of scenario?” Rag surprised with mouth agape and he muttered, ”Shit, he's dangerous!”
”Now,” Hermes looked at the edge of the pistol and unloaded the magazine to check its rounds, ”Eight, huh. Shit, it's heavy than I expected. It can't be helped. I only stole a small type of gun in the first place, though. Hey, ” he reloaded it and pointed at the pitiful man, ”I heard from that maggot that your name is Alfred. Hand over your magazines to me. All of it.” Alfred, who was still holding his neck, nodded while pulling out all of his magazines and gave it to the young Don. ”Is this all of it? Sucks, only four, huh. So I only got 40 bullets, damn it. But it's enough to destroy your brains, morons. Hey, I know your name is Rag. Blame that baldy for calling out your name. It appears you have the high authority to order around these morons. Tell them, no, order them to put down their guns slowly but surely. If they move wrong, I won't hesitate to kill you all on the spot and activate the traps around here. You don't want that to happen, right?” The crew gulped with cold sweat after he said it. Rag obediently followed his request and asked his men to do what he asked. They somehow felt that the young Don had scheming something behind his mask. He was delightfully looking at them like he found a new playmate on his ground.
Hermes recalled his plan back then but he needed to finish the quest had given to him. He, bewildered, was waiting for the quest to finish but there's nothing like menu or status notification popped out. He turned his gaze at his hostages and somehow he thought something was still missing to complete the mission. Maybe, if he handed over these people and with the help of the old lady, he could earn a good reward and increased his reputation? He gulped some air and exhaled. He was lucky that he stole the gun away from the moron and stopped them to capture him.
The dice had already rolled in his favor. The moment the bald man sneezed, everything's changed, however. After his head sneezed, his hand pulled up the string and unintentionally cut it. Rag and the blonde man, surprised, paused for a second before they turned their gaze at the young Don. Hermes gulped with cold sweat and attempted to run before the leader yelled.
”It was a bluff?” Rag concluded. He had finally realized the trap was unreal. ”Why you?”
”If these traps are fake, then this string… this string is…. Wait a minute, it was just an ordinary string for a kite!” The blonde man pulled out his gun and pointed it at the young Don. ”I don't care what the boss wants but I'll f.u.c.kin' kill you!”
”Now, that you mentioned it.” The baldy added. ”This place is the previous firing range and weapon warehouse. So, it is not a surprise that there's a lot of weapons around this street. F.u.c.k you, kid. You're going to become dead meat and I'm going to smash your b.u.t.t until its turn red!”
The young Don ran towards the red wall and jumped in before the bullets came out. Everyone quickly picked up their weapons and chased him.
”Sir, yes, sir!”
Hermes saw two men behind him. His right hand grabbed the handle with his index on the trigger while his left hand acted as its guide. In the same direction, he locked his eyes at the two living subjects and pulled the trigger before they could shoot. The two thugs screamed in pain and fell down on the surface after their legs were shot. A huge cement collapsed from the faces of the men after their guns shot the handle of the bricks above them. Their blood lay scattered around the floor thereof. The young Don felt his hand stiff from the power it released. The caliber forty-five had a high power that could damage not only the target but also the user, as well. His body was not yet used to using this type of powerful and heavy weapon.
Three men on his right and four men on his left were coming through each corner. He kept running while dodging the bullets they're releasing against him. His eyes were shielded by his left hand from the dust and falling small pieces of cement and woods. From the slope way, he slid in and pointed his gun against the four men from the left and aimed at their shoulders. The bullets didn't hit them, however. His arms were starting to stiff and trembled because of the weight of his weapon. But still, he kept running as fast as he could before the assaulters cornered him.
He clenched his teeth and bite his lips to ease his pain. He changed magazine and reloaded. He then shot the first guy from the right, who appeared from the other side, at his feet. The target jumped from pain and accidentally shot his two comrades and killed them both. He, surprised, shot himself because of guilt and his unforgivable action.
The young Don shot two bullets from the left and luckily wounded from the limbs the first one appeared. His comrade hid him and returned fire against the young Don. He hid too and waited for them to reload before he counterattacked. He saw a huge crater above the three and targeted it. The chained which carried the huge crater collapsed and fell down to the three men. The two men survived by jumping away but the wounded were hit. His legs were squashed and unable to remove himself because of its weight. He was creaming from severe pain. His comrades puke when they witnessed him like that whilst the young Don didn't flatter.
Hermes saw Rag coming in the scene. He shot three bullets before he ran again. He changed magazine and reloaded then aimed at the wood which supported the steels. It rolled down towards the six upcoming men from the front and blocked their way. Furthermore, the young Don resumed his escape towards the exit.