Chapter 14 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (1/2)
Amidst in the dark side of the warehouse, the young Don, Hermes Archnemesis, escaped through the narrowed window. It was the only way to escape their gaze. However, his body jumped down to the trash bin, one of the henchmen heard the impact and headed towards his location. Another mistake made again thus far. The young Don quickly removed the trashes around his body, jumped out the large bin and ran away.
”There he is!” said blonded haired man, pointing his index to the young Don. ”He's running to the next building.”
Two of his comrades came with him, chasing the shadow of their prey. The young Don had already expected them to follow him so he ran as fast as he can. He jumped through the next opened window and rolled down after he stumbled on the rusted metal lay down on the surface.
He ignored the pain from his foot and quickly raised his body up.
”He jumped through that window. You, you, follow him. I'll go to the other side. ” said the blonded-hair man. His comrades nodded and replied in unison, ”Roger!”
The persistence and determination to capture the young Don were utterly annoyed him so much. The young Don wished for them to give up so he could finally relax his lower body.
”So, this is what that f.u.c.k.i.n.g newspaper meant, huh? That [Punishment Quest] was activated because I didn't do anything related to the game? F.u.c.k.i.n.g ridiculous. Crap,” said the young Don, clenching his teeth with his agonizing face. ”Just let me escape for real!”
The blonded hair man spotted his position. He quickly opened his way to his location by breaking the fiberglass that blocking his way. To his surprise, the young Don flattered and unable to pull up his pistol. He was grabbed down on the surface.
”Gotcha,” said the blonded hair man, quickly grabbed both his hands to restrain him, ”You thought you can escape from us? No matter where you go, we'll still catch up with you.”
The young Don tried to release himself but unfortunately, his body couldn't resist his strength. His character was not that strong enough to defend himself physically. With this, he won't be able to fight back. If he was still the same Hermes, he would surely accept his defeat. However, Aljen Mura, the creator of the otome game, was currently the owner of this body.
”Boy, I heard about you. Everything about you. You don't have the strength to fight me. To resist this grip. To push me away like a baby.” Hermes, irritated, replied with the annoying tone, ”Seriously? Do you think you can scare me like that? Are you stupid?” Instead of losing his face, the young Don decided to use his sharp mouth to fight him. These kinds of insult were totally worthless but he won't see the result if he ignored this option. ”Man, you have some guts to lay me down on this floor with your disgusting body. Have you considered to change your lifestyle like going to a gym and exercise your fatty tummy? Poor bastard, I think you're mother regretted to raise you by herself.”
”Y-Y-You f.u.c.k.i.n.g bastard, what do you know about me? You don't know everything about me!” said the blonded man with an antagonistic gaze. His veins showed up as he continued to speak, ”Even my mother was like that. You have no right to mock me as you know her too much. She's a bitch. That's the reason she abandoned me. It is not because of my tummy, you moron.”
The light of the eyes of the young Don disappeared with his mouth cupped his lips upon hearing it. His joke turned out real. He felt pity for the blonded hair man but he continued, ”So what? I don't care. Man, you need to lose weight.”
”You f.u.c.k.i.n.g bastard. If you don't stop moving your mouth, I won't hesitate to give you a light punch.”
”Light punch? C'mon, man. You're an a.d.u.l.t. It should be a hard punch instead,” said Hermes. He raised his face near him, tempting him to give it a try. ”Then do it, well, if you can.” His annoying gaze made the assaulter removed one of his hands from him. His face turned dark with his arm raised up to increase its momentum. ”You force me to do it. Take this, you motherfu―”
”― I'm just waiting for this moment, fool,” said Hermes before he blocked his fist. ”Do you really think I'm just a pathetic wise guy? Fool, I'm Aljen Mura!” The blonded hair man released him and rolled down to his right side after Hermes used his head to hit his nose. Thanks to his mask, he only got minor damage to his forehead whilst the opponent was holding its bleeding nose in pain. To be cautious, the young Don quickly stomped his crotch before he could endure it. The blonded hair man opened his eyes wide, lay down on the surface with tears, and placed his other arm to hold his junior. Then, he left him behind in that situation after he noticed he's no longer be able to fight him back.
Behind him, he saw two shadows coming through the path he used. The young Don raised his body and resumed his escape.
”There you are,” the familiar voice made the young Don forced his way through the locked door. The door dropped down together with his body before the bullets hit him. Rag changed his magazine and reloaded his rifle and chased him again. The two henchmen attempted to enter the room but a large crate containing old metal plates blocked their way.
”Eat those metals, you morons. Adieu,” said Hermes, waved a salute before he ran again.
The veins showed up from their faces after he mocked them like that. Rag and his henchmen had been underestimated by a mere teenager. They couldn't afford this kind of humiliation to continue thus far.
”Men, don't let that brat mocks our pride,” said Rag, clasping his grip tightly to his rifle, ”Capture him through hell.”
”Are you guys perverts? Chasing me even in hell?” said Hermes, ”Boys, I'll choose heaven than hell.”
Hermes ran through the stairs to go to the second before the henchmen showered him with their bullets. The young Don couldn't ignore these annoying assaults from this group hence, he tried to pull his the pistol behind his pants. He, surprised, had didn't feel anything behind. He clenched his teeth and fist after he realized that he lost his gun from that room. So, he tried to search for a valuable and effective weapon to counter-attack. A long and light weapon than his pistol was his primary aim against them.
His eyes diverted to the crate infront of him. He ran in duck position with his head down and jumped on the crates position. He opened the crate and found a Colt Model 1801 Carbine with ten bullets. The design was essentially similar to revolver type pistols, with a rotating cylinder that held five or six rounds in a variety of calibers from .36 to .64 inches. Suddenly, a smooth and thin material struck his face. He quickly removed it from his face and astonished to the familiar thing he hated the most.
”A-a newspa―per?” his eyes blinked a couple of times before he grasped both sides of the newspaper tightly. It slightly tangled the shape of the paper from his grip. ”Seriously, are you f.u.c.k.i.n.g with me, Stump G? What the f.u.c.k is this?”
[New Objective: Use the weapon to subdue the enemies. Don't kill anyone within this place. Failed to comply with this mission will give the pity user a severe punishment.]
[PS: Good luck. Teehee~]
”Teehee~, you f.u.c.k.i.n.g self-proclaimed motherfreaking God,” Hermes complained, ”Are you wicked sick, you bastard? No casualties on both sides are the most annoying and impossible task!”
Hermes tore apart into the pieces the newspaper before he threw it on the air. From his side, he grabbed the gun and picked up all the bullets one by one. He counted all of it and confirmed the exact amount of bullets he had.
”I see, it is a non-lethal sharp bullet, huh,” Hermes sighed and reloaded the weapon. ”Let's see so its light, huh. Not bad.”
The young Don put his other arm on the grip and aimed his scope at the assaulters. He gulped some air before he exhaled and pulled the trigger. The first shot hit the henchmen behind Rag. His eyes turned white after his head got shot down.
”Hide!”
”Too late,” simpered Hermes, ”I got ya guys!”
Hermes shot down another two men from both sides. All of them got hit straight to their heads, and lose their consciousness.
”Return fire,” said the bald man with his gun raised up aiming at the young Don, ”Suppressing fire!”
The young Don clicked his tongue after he took cover.
”You f.u.c.k.i.n.g bastard, take that,” the blonded man snapped and resumed his shooting to his location, ”Take that you motherf.u.c.k.i.n.g son of a bitch!” Hermes looked at his left and rolled over while aiming at the blonded hair man. He leaned his body on the surface and shot his head.”Gotcha.” With the hard-pressed of the bullet from his forehead, the blonded hair man collapsed from that painful shot.
Hermes aimed next to the bald man again. He shot three bullets however it missed the target. The assaulters returned fire but luckily, Hermes rolled back to his previous cover behind the green crate.
In this situation, an ordinary teenager of his age would panic and lose his mind from their assault. But the young Don had to feel blessed or more like excited about this kind of event. For the first time of his life, a die-hard fan of the FPS multiplayer game was now experiencing his body. There was no other gamer who would be delightedly happy of taking down or knocked down their enemies by shooting them down on headshot.
”Hey Mr. Rag, can we talk?” Hermes proposed.
”What?” replied Rag with an uncertain gaze.
”I said, can we talk about this situation?”
”You f.u.c.k.i.n.g bastard. Do you really think I'll give a f.u.c.k about your proposed deal? And what exactly do you want to talk about, huh?”
”Heh~,” Hermes quickly raised his head and aimed at the opened man beside Rag and shot him down directly to his head. ”Got one,” simpered the young Don before he took cover again.
”Y' cheater, are you just deceiving us to lure ourselves for your gimmick?” Rag complained, resuming his fire together with his comrades to the young Don's hiding spot. ”Don't mock us, you bastard. Show yourself. Or else, we'll kill you instead?”
”Oh, really?” Hermes stood up with his gun still aiming at everyone.”Then, try it.”