Chapter 13 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (1/2)
Hermes huffed with his mind concentrated in one point - to escape. Countless of dodge and duck from the incoming bullets who in luck back there, he survived at most, gave him a heart attack. The most difficult and altered encounter was the unpredictable appearance of the old woman in that scene. To whom he thought a weak and pathetic girl but a powerful mage. He was unaware of her true identity at first because he was too focused on scamming the thugs for information.
Now that he thought about it. He recalled the message he had read from the newspaper. [Don't get too close to the enemies and also to the old lady.]
He placed his palm on his face after he realized his mistake. He forgot that he shouldn't stay there and continued his bluffing act for too long. He admitted that he should just move away before it would happen. Even he looked angry at the situation, his heart was crazily beating up so fast like it was greatly excited about the situation.
He hadn't noticed but his face was grinning. Something on his side, something hit his half-side of his face. He grabbed it with irritation, he saw a new newspaper again and opened it to read the content.
[Objective Complete: Saving the 'Fake' old lady. Success!]
[Trophy Reward: Savior is still in progress.]
[New Objective: Save yourself. Escape if you can. Good luck.]
His veins from his head showed up before he tore the paper into two with anger, ”Screw you!”
The gun on his waist was slightly dropping from his pocket so he quickly picked it before he lost it. His face covered with his sweat but his body was not feeling exhausted from running. He, himself, had no idea why he was still running without taking a break.
He was almost at the gate of District 4. But he saw two trucks arrived at the place and twenty-four men in black jacket suit men dropped down and formed a barricade beforehand. The young Don quickly dashed towards the bushes between the two huge trees next to the abandoned house to hide after he sensed a powerful presence. His intuition forced him to jump in like a dog and dropped to the surface before a scout saw him. A red-haired man sitting next to the driver wore sunglasses, picked out one stick from his pack of cigarettes and ignited it before he moved out from the truck. Hermes clenched his fist with agitation as another trouble came out. The man there was a dangerous person and must be one of the higher-ranking members of the thugs according to his observation. Therefore, he must not go near their position.
”Sir,” one of the henchmen saluted and spoke, ”the perimeter is secured. No hostile has been detected right now.”
”Oh,” the red-haired man blew a smoke before reply with a deep voice, ”How unfortunate. We arrive in this place so quick or the enemy has already breached this place before we reach it? I can't imagine the trouble will come if the boss doesn't hear a good report.”
The henchmen hanged his head down as he didn't know either. The red-haired man sighed and swayed him away from his sight thereafter.
Behind the bushes, the young Don lay down his body while peeking at the movements of the arrived troops. They were wearing a mafia suit that opposed to their current status as bandits. Just what was happening right now was one of the several questions pondering inside his mind.
The group divided themselves into four squads where two of them began a scout mission to find their prey. He had no idea why they were all well-organized. This placed him in a difficult situation to achieve his objective.
Three men came from the left corner, approaching his position. Afraid of being caught by their gaze, he slowly crouched behind them through the trees and hailed away from the location. He luckily escaped without alarming them his presence.
Now, how could someone like him escape? He took refuge inside the abandoned shop of beverages and walked around in a circle while thinking about a plausible route for his alternative option. The location was perfect because it was out of their radar. The place was rigid and full of wrecked woods and a lot of spider web on the ceilings.
He removed his mask and gulped some air before he exhaled. He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped out the sweat from his face. From the corner, he moved his b.u.t.t next to the three-legged chair and sat down.
He leaned his head on the table and sobbed.
”I want to go home. I want to eat more finest food in this world.”
The world of the Otome game was tough for a villain like him. His character had already characterized as a weak and pathetic wise guy. That only used his money for his scheme and glory. That only used his glory for his own satisfaction for more infamous achievements.
However, the assaulters reloaded their rifles and continued to shower him with bullets. His shield table was starting to lose its form and multiple small holes kept appearing. It wouldn't take any minute before the bullets destroyed it. His eyes narrowed around the place to find an escape route. A rectangular window with broken glasses caught his interest. He clicked his tongue because he had no other option but to jump out through it.
As the man outside reloaded, Hermes ran towards the window attempting to jump but his body suddenly forced him to duck after he saw three familiar men, who were already waiting there, fired their guns at the window. With his face slid down to the floor like a mop, the glasses of the window had disappeared as bullets slowly deformed it.
He quickly got up and searched for another escape route. But he had nowhere to go. The whole place was already surrounded. There's no way to go but to surrender.
He clenched his teeth and lifted his gun while pointing at the door. ”You won't take me alive. If you want me then say hello to my little fri⸺” The floor he was standing collapse as he stomped once while waiting for the assaulters to break in. He fell down, eight feet high, to the surface and it took him for a second to get his upper body up.
”Argh, my back. What? No pain?” Hermes quickly picked up his pistol upon hearing the sound of the footsteps coming inside the shop. ”Shit, I need to go now.”
The group arrived and noticed strangely. The man they were hunting had vanished before their sight. Rag and his four men broke in without a sweat but only the wrecked environment was there. The three men on the other side jumped inside through the window and lifted their guns, searching for Hermes.
”Where is he?” Rag muttered while looking for the young Don. ”Where the f.u.c.k is he?”
”Sir, we don't know too.” the blonded man replied.
”He's not here.” the one replied pointed the table.
”I don't care what you will do against him or what the intention of our boss. But, no matter what happens, don't let him escape from our hands!”
”Sir, yes, sir!”