《Wake Up As Mafia Boss》Wake Up As Mafia Boss Chapter 18
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10:43:32 AM
200 meters away from the Gate
Only ten men left in their side, Chief Zamor exhausted from running, leaned his body in the wall while reloading his rifle. Ubert was severely bleeding from his left shoulder but he kept shooting back from the assaulters.
“Chief, can you still fight? Damn, I got hit so badly.” he spits blood.
“Just keep your mouth shut. You’re bleeding. Hey, give him the first aid.”
“Yes, sir.” His men assisted Ubert and bandaged his left shoulder to stop the bleeding.
“Chief… I don’t know if I can still hold them off.”
“Just shut up, we’re almost there.”
“But… ”
“No buts.” he pulled up his collar. “Just do what I say. Live!”
“Sir, there are movements coming from the left side.”
“What? Who are they?” he turned his attention and wandered his eyes.
“Sir, they are… they are the twins!” his man said, pointing the two little kids who were covering their hears from the shoot out.
“What? What the heck are they doing here? Cover them both.”
“Yes sir.!”
The twins took cover in the barrel but the thing had almost wrecked and lost its upper body.
“Father!” July asked, begging for them to be saved.
“Help us, father!” Troy yelled, covering themselves from rapid fire.
“Cover them both. Don’t let my twins be killed!”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
In the other side, the enemies were advancing in their location.
“Take the kids. Don’t let them get escape from our field!”
“Sir, yes, sir.” his men replied in unison. They rapidly gave their opponents heavy damage in their hiding spot.
Two men of the Verdugo family captured July and Troy. One of them got hit in his head and died. The forces of the family returned fire and covered their comrade.
“No,” he was desperately going to follow them but Ubert stopped him. “What are you doing? My kids! My kids!”
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“We’re so sorry, Chief. I don’t want to lose another one in our village. Please retreat for now.”
“But… But!”
“No buts! Chief, you’re our only hope to defend this village. Please reconsider first before you act. Don’t let your emotion overwhelm yourself. It is your responsibility as the Chief. There are lot of people sacrificed to let you escape in this place. We must create a plan to save this place before your kids!”
“Darn it!”
“Sir, we must close the gate now.”
The remaining group of Chief Zamor had withdrawn back to the Gate of District 4. In the response of the enemies, the reinforcement of the village to aid their group appeared. They shot every single one who tried to cross the borders. When the group of Chief Zamor went in, his men closed the gate.
“Sir, what should we do?”
“We need to contact, Sir. Matheus. Report this situation. ASAP!”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
“Sir, ” he saluted, “What should we do to this kids?” carried the unconscious twins in his arms, he waited for his next instruction.
“Bring them to the prison next to their sister. Let them be reunited to their long lost elder. Now the time has come. We must follow the protocol.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” He ran away and disappeared.
The red-haired guy removed his bandana and the seal in his right shoulder. An emblem of the Verdugo family and the red logo of his rank ‘Caporegime’ appeared.
“I, who was ranked above Soldiers, Patioche Woale, will offer this honor to our lady. Glory for the family! Glory to Lady Verdugo! Make this village ours!” He saluted by raising his hand,. Following his example, his men saluted at once.
“Long live, Lady Verdugo! Long live, Lady Verdugo! Long live, Lady Verdugo!”
“Now fire at will!”
The battle continued and blood flowed in every surface of the land in both District. Exchanging non-stop gun fighting, each sides loss counts of their casualties.
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Abandon White Mansion
Secret Underground Tunnel
10:53:33 AM
Inside his room, there was a trace of mud and dirt. A huge emblem of Verdugo family hanged behind his chair. The phone ranged beside his desk, he picked up and answered the call.
“This is Matheus Dante. Who’s calling?” he politely asked.
“Sir, emergency. The villagers violated the contract. In response of their wrongdoing, we proceed to act in accordance with the protocol. We’ve lost a lot of men from the surprise attack they made. We’re asking for permission to conduct the next phase.”
“Oooh….” he lay down in his chair and stretched his arms while his phone hanged in his neck. “So early to happen. That unexpectedly turns of event.” he rubbed his chin and held his phone. Tapping on his desk by his fingers, he smirked. “Well… proceed to the plan. Capture the place. Kill anyone who opposed you.”
“But sir, we can’t enter. The entire village appeared to commence a total lockdown.”
“Well…. Ummm… uh, eh, uh, um...”
“Sir.. ?”
“Just siege it.”
“Y-Yes, sir!” he saluted and left the place.
“Assistant! Assistant! Assistant, I need you!”
A man knocked twice before he entered his room.
“What is it, sir?”
“Assistant, call the Capos.”
“Sir, all?”
“Ummm… Naah, forget 'bout it. I change my mind. Call one capo near to this site. Make sure only one. I don’t want to call the other three for this. We need men to protect our mistress. We’ll surely be lost her bodyguards if I order to call them all just to capture this filthy village.”
“Alright, sir. I’ll take my leave.” he lowered his head and slowly closed the door.
He closed his hands together and smirked. His major plan had quickly happened in surprise. His pray to God had been answered to make their family be known in this nation. He laughed out loud as he pictured the ending scenario that he wished to happen; the day they captured the last village from the hands of Archnemesis and made there family be known in the world.
Dark Scily Forest
Verdugo 3rd Capo Rear Guard Battalion
1 mile away from Fifth District
Inside his office, a white-haired teenager worked in his room. The phone ranged and picked up.
“Yes, this is Capo Alfio Alfe, who’s calling?” he asked while writing some reports.
“Sir, the mission has begun.”
“What do you mean it begin? That’s impossible. Without proper instruction from the young lady, we’re not allowed to send our troops there unless there is a proof.”
“Sir, it’s Sir Dante’s order. He is ordering you to send your battalion to capture the whole village.”
“Are you serious about that?”
“Yes, sir. Absolutely.”
Alfio hung up and moved outside. His men turned their attention to their leader.
“Soldiers of the Verdugo family. I received an order from our underboss, Sir. Matheus Dante. The time has come for us to perish the heretics. The time to recapture the last place stolen from our ancestors. We’re going to begin the mission. We’ll march in front of their gate and conquered the Neue Fiona Village as a gift for our Lady Verdugo. Long live, for our Lady Verdugo!” he raised his hand in salute.
“Long live, Lady Verdugo! Long live, Lady Verdugo! Long live, Lady Verdugo! Long live, Lady Verdugo! Long live, Lady Verdugo! ”
“We’ll be leaving this place in 5 minutes. Take everything you can pack and bring. That’s all. Everyone move out!”
“Sir, yes, sir.” Everyone saluted and began to repack, arming themselves with armor and rifles.
In the end, they mobilized their troops towards the location of the village. The faith of the citizens had increased as the mobile forces consists of mages readied themselves to take them all.
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