Chapter 16 - Wake Up As Mafia Boss (2/2)
”Oh, come on now.” Jerald raised his hand. ”I haven't said anything that you started to pull out a terrifying gaze, boss. Y' do know I won't dare to say anything beyond my league that will put my life in a risky situation.”
The underboss folded his arm, and raised his chin up. ”You're the one who shares this topic, dumb a.s.s. Say it before I put a bullet on your head.”
”Boss,” Jerald smiled with cold sweat and returned his whiskey inside his magic box. ”A'ight, this is the first photo where the patrols are searching for your prey. It was around 8:21:22 pm exactly according to the description imprinted on it. The photo shows a powerful light beam with several light rays was shot down directly to the exact place.”
”Wait, I know that place.” The underboss recalled the time he was with the young Don. ”Isn't that the abandoned weaponry warehouse? Don't tell he went back where we started?” he clicked his tongue and stared at the ceiling with the annoying tone, ”If I knew he's going to be there. I should just wait there until he comes back.” He then faced Jerald with a grave facade. ”Biggest mistake.”
”Umm, boss, can I?” he asked before he proceeded. He gave another photo onward to the underboss. ”Anyhow, look at this second photo where the surveillance team from the second block located. This photo shows a man from the sky with a rile behind his back. The photo is too blurred to see his face but you can see his body. He's already above 2,000 feet but guess what, our men didn't even see him there. It is just a coincidence one of our men clicked his camera in that direction.”
”Hmm, it is clearly a hitman. But to think there's someone tries to help him out.”
”Help him out, you say. Look at this third photo, this is the last footage were the real deal coming through. Remember the first photo this man is the spoiler.”
”Sure, go ahead. I remember that one, why he is connected again?”
”This guy just shot the f.u.c.kin' warehouse with tier 4 artillery spell. It looks like a f.u.c.kin' freaking beam but it is only an artillery spell. I think something like this can be traced to our own clan. Oh, I'm not saying that one of our men did it but, there are some strange things I've discovered back there.” he scratched his chin and recalled the dead body of Rag. ”I wonder why that body looks soulless.”
Jerald is an expert in human biology and have a keen eye and studies related to human autopsy. However, only a few people know his expertise because he doesn't show it to the public. The body he saw back then had been stranged to his opinion. It was scorched but no mana had been detected. The scattered body had been detected unmatch to the rest of its owner after he used his special skill and it appeared some parts of it had been stolen for some strange phenomena. According to the books he read, once the body was dead, the mana would still remain inside of it. It was only the matter of time that during the reign of the old Ratican empire, the corpses of the slaves were forced to be stored into a crystal as the fossil fuel and often used to become the power supply to its public expending and warfare. Thereof, the fall of the Empire caused the world to forbid it.
”So, it means that guy doesn't work with the man, huh,” Matheus added, turning his attention to the next photos. The word 'man' he referred to made Jerald looked curious. He muttered, ”That man?” But the underboss irritably waved his hand, ”Forget it.”
There was another strange discovery that Jerald believed unpredicted and uncommon. There was a traced of liquified and soft texture in the middle of nowhere that he assumed a rare case in human history. There, he discovered a huge crack in the middle of burn soil and an unscorched outdated newspaper hanged near to the black omen. Why the newspaper was still in the piece was certainly gave him a goosebump. He picked up the outdated thin material inside a plastic bag before he leave. He secured all of the gooey pieces as well to further investigate and study it as his new specimen before anyone saw it as a mere material and destroyed it. The cause of the explosion had been successfully uncover but the fact that there was a rare specimen he He didn't know exactly the real cause of it but he was aware that the powerful tier magic shot to that place won't even exactly do this.
”Exactly, and he is the reason behind the failure of your mission, sir, ”said Jerald. And the underboss placed his hand on his chin and rubbed it. He replied with his eyes close, ”Not exactly. It is just a confidential mission that only few people I believed useful can possibly accomplish it in an easy way.”
”Sigh, I thought I can get some rewards from doing this shit,” Jerald pulled out some cigarette and blow. ”Y' want some?”
”I'll pass. F.u.c.k, this is beyond my knowledge.”
”What do you mean, boss? Anyways, not to be rude from here, who's that person? You even mentioned the word 'that man' earlier, sir,” asked Jerald as he leaned his back against the wall while looking at Matheus. This made the underboss replied with the annoying tone, ”Hmm? That guy?”
”Yep, I'm very curious about his background. To think the underboss of the Verdugo family just made his own decision without asking a favor to his capos. That mission ain't simple that made you risked the lives of your own men to achieve your own objective. It's a very accommodating event in our era nowadays,” said Jerald. The words he spouted made Matheus angered, ”Will ya keep your mouth shut or I'll put a gun on your head and blast it. Choose.”
”Calm down,” Jerald moved away for one meter and said, ”C'mon, boss. I'm just jokin' a little bit. Sorry, for going too overboard. If y' don't want to share about it then I respect that.”
”It is not part of your duty to question your commander about this. Y' have no right to do it at all costs. Remember your place, Jerald. I only believe your skills, nothing more nothing less. In this shitty era, loyalty is nothing but a bunch of ridiculous currency changing back and forth every single day. It doesn't matter if your part of the family but if somethin' big come out in the present, men like you will definitely change sides to which better opportunity arises.” Matheus explained.
”C'mon boss, I ain't like that. I won't chase death like other fools who tried and did that. Betraying the oath of the family is officially a dishonorable way of life. Betrayal ain't simple to do if you don't have a backer or something worth to protect. C'mon, I thought you believe in me to this point?”
”Then, don't ask anymore question-related about it,” said Matheus and he muttered aside. ”To think this simple mission will go south against from that superstitious reading, damn.”
”Superstitious reading what? Wait, don't tell me you meet that bitch?”
”Don't call a very important client a bitch in front of me, Jerald.”
Jerald remembered the day he introduced the person in the blue cloak. He somehow felt strange because of the dark aura she released around them. He knew inside his heart that woman couldn't be trusted and only few of them felt the same way, with the underboss as an exception.
”My bad, c'mon, you still believe her shit? Tell you this, tell you that. This place and that place. He dies and he'll die. C'mon, it's very common logical reasoning, sir,” he added.
But Matheus defended it, ”But still, all of her prediction is always 100% true. Y' can't possibly predict that by your own scientific test, Jerald.”
Jerald said with his shoulders down after hearing it. ”I can't argue with that. She even predicted that the Princess is going to take a shit before the start of their first meeting though. Hilarious right?”
”Don't say anything funny against our mistress,” the underboss sighed, ”Jerald, we ain't going anything good in here. Let's take a break for now. I still have to eat those cookies on the table before I start my work at my office table.”
”Yeah, I kinda like to eat something this morning.” Jerald scratched his hair and looked outside through the window. ”I think I should go back to the east border.”
”... To the mansion of the Donna?” asked Matheus as he moved closer to the table and picked up a cookie before he put it on his mouth. ”Then, proceed.”
”You're not going to stop me? I can tell everything I know to the mistress, though.” Jerald warned with a tease tune.
The underboss clicked his tongue and averted his gaze. ”Why should I? I know that you're not stupid enough to leak some important information to the mistress though. I can easily kill you without second thought if you do that. So, there's no point for me to worry about it.”
”Certainly,” Jerald giggled with his legs trembled. ”I ain't that stupid to report news that is impossible to be believed. The mistress is going to execute someone who is a low-ranking officer like me instantly instead. Rather than giving me a reward for my service, I will found myself in the middle of a burning soil and magma of hell, though.”
The conversation between them had ended. Jerald exited the room of the underboss with a smile. He proceeded to move to his laboratory but someone behind him called the name that made him diverted his gaze at the person.
”Hey, Jerald,” said the man with a deep voice. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and a cigar on his mouth. Jerald lowered his head after he recognized the man. And he replied, ”Good morning, Sir. Patioche Woale, the 5th capo. It's rare to see you in the headquarters of the Underboss.”
”It is also a rare occasion to meet you here in this place, Jerald,” Patioche interrupted him with his hand raised onward. ”What's bring you here? I just heard that you arrived last night and being sent to investigate the previously abandoned warehouse or something.”
”Oh,” he slightly laughed with cold sweat. ”Yeah, the underboss called me in and luckily, I just arrived yesterday. It is quiet surprised that Sir Dante will order us to do it without —”
”— without asking for our permission, you say?” said Patioche with a terrifying gaze. ”Please, don't get too flattered to my eyes. It is normal to be seen like this.”
”I'm not flattered or somethin', sir,” replied Jerald as he averted his eyes to prevent further asking. Patioche stepped closer and asked, ”So, what's bring you here really?”
”Like usual, I ended up reported everything to the underboss. Y' know, as the assistant, you need to be active to perform your duty for the family,” answered Jerald but this was not the response that the capo infront of him wanted. ”Umm, that's all. You can ask the guards if you want to. So, so, you don't have to be too close to me, sir. Please keep your face in distance, sir. We're both men, y'know.”
He sighed and patted his shoulder, ”Nonetheless, you don't need to be scared at me. If you don't want to share anything to me then who am I to meddle with it.” He walked away, and leave a short message without looking back, ”Next time, be careful of what you're doing. Or else, you'll be the one who'll bring cursed to yourself.”
Jerald, confused, lowered his head with his hand pressed on his c.h.e.s.t at the back of the capo. He turned around and muttered, ”I'll keep in mind that warning, sir.”