Two professional assassins entered the apartment building together and headed up the stairs.
Luca, chewing gum, pulled out his pistol, screwed on a suppressor, and said casually, "The mission's simple. Once we're inside, kill anyone who poses a threat and restrain anyone who doesn't. I need to get some information out of them."
"Okay," Leon replied with a single word. After a pause, he asked, "What if there's only one person who poses a threat?"
Luca chuckled. "One person? Since when is that a threat?"
Leon quietly closed his mouth.
The two stopped at an apartment door. Luca stuck the gum from his mouth over the peephole, then glanced at Leon, who had already skillfully pulled out a large pair of pliers from the straps on his thigh. He pointed at the door chain.
They exchanged a look without speaking and nodded in unison.
Luca pressed the doorbell.
A man's voice came from inside. "Who is it?"
Drug dealers lived here. They were cautious and wouldn't open the door easily.
Luca cleared his throat. To Leon's astonishment, a woman's voice came out.
In a sweet, flirtatious tone, Luca said, "Sir, my pipes just burst. Could I use your bathroom for a quick shower?"
Leon's expression turned strange. Would anyone really fall for something that obvious?
The man inside sounded confused. "Miss, I can't see you. Could you step back a little?"
Luca replied, "I'm only wearing a bathrobe, and it's freezing in the hallway. I just need a hot shower. After that, we can find somewhere warm and talk."
Man: "Okay, okay."
Leon: "…"
The sound of locks clicking followed.
The moment the door opened, Leon clamped the pliers onto the door chain. At the same time, Luca stepped forward and kicked the door wide open, his gun instantly pressed to the man's forehead.
Man: "???"
What happened to the woman in a bathrobe? How did she turn into an armed man?
"Damn it! Who the hell are you?!"
"Shut up."
pew!.
The suppressed shot hit the man in the thigh, immediately taking him out of action.
Leon shut the door. The two exchanged another look, gestured silently to indicate directions, and split up to clear the apartment.
Soon, Leon dragged out another man.
They brought both into the living room.
On a small workbench lay piles of white powder and blue plastic packaging bags the size of disposable gloves.
Luca picked one up and examined it. It looked identical to the "Blue Magic" circulating on the streets.
But both dealers were white. If Luca remembered correctly, Frank's entire operation consisted of his relatives—every link in the chain was Black. These two were most likely distributors.
They probably received Frank's product, cut it to lower the purity, and sold it under the Blue Magic label.
Or maybe it wasn't originally Frank's product at all, just rebranded by these guys.
The underground market really needed better trademark awareness.
"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
One man knelt on the floor, hands over his head, begging.
Seeing Luca inspecting the powder, he rushed to explain, "That's not mine! I'm just storing it. You've got the wrong guy!"
"Who are you storing it for?"
He hesitated.
The other man snarled at him, "Shut your damn mouth—"
Pfft.
Luca shot him in the forehead.
Then he aimed at the remaining man.
"Who are you storing it for? I don't want to ask a third time."
The corpse beside him lay wide-eyed in terror.
"Stansfield! It's Stansfield! Please!"
"Oh. Then we're in the right place."
Pew!.
Luca holstered his gun, turned, and packed the dozen kilograms of powder into a bag.
"Let's go, Leon. Next location."
"Okay."
Leon glanced back at the two bodies, both shot cleanly between the eyes.
Luca was an excellent marksman.
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Ding! You killed two criminals (drug trafficking, murder, robbery).
You upheld community safety.
[Gain Skill Points x5]
[Gained 2 Skill Fragments]
[Current Skill Fragments: 27]
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Luca glanced at the system panel. He had been collecting fragments steadily every day. Twenty-seven today—not bad.
Outside the building, he drove Leon to the next hideout.
Same routine: lure, breach, eliminate, seize goods.
They swept through hideout after hideout with ease. Even when facing larger groups, their teamwork allowed them to wipe everyone out efficiently.
Leon's style was elegant—using the environment for concealment, striking unexpectedly.
Luca's was straightforward—precision shooting, fluid movement, almost like entering cheat codes: up, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A.
The final hideout was trickier.
Word had likely spread. More men had gathered.
As Luca prepared to use his "cute girl" routine again, bullets tore through the door.
Fortunately, both were pressed against the walls on either side.
"Come on in if you've got the guts!" a dealer shouted.
Luca pulled out a grenade and grinned at Leon. "Old Tony said you're good with 'ring tricks.' Mind teaching me?"
Leon picked up a stone. "Like throwing a rock. Aim. Throw."
They both pulled the pin and tossed the grenades inside before diving for cover.
Boom.
Flames engulfed the room.
Luca slapped his forehead. "Damn it. Hope my goods didn't blow up."
After the noise died down, they entered and finished off the survivors.
Fortunately, much of the stash was intact.
They grabbed the remaining goods and left.
By the end of the day, they had cleared five hideouts. Luca seized goods worth over 1 Million dollars and collected 54 skill fragments.
The final stop: Lando's Family.
Back at the apartment building, Leon hesitated in the hallway.
"This time I won't do it. I don't kill women and children."
That was his rule.
He knew about Matilda's family. There were women and kids. He also understood Luca's ruthless methods.
He could only stand aside.
"I understand. I respect that," Luca said. "But I'm not planning to kill her family."
Leon looked puzzled.
Luca laughed. "Matilda and I are Friends. We get along pretty well. I'm not killing her family."
He wouldn't do it personally. Stansfield would. Then Luca would ambush Stansfield and his narcotics squad.
Multiple objectives. And Matilda's goodwill.
Of course, he would extract Matilda and her little brother first. She no longer cared about the rest of her family.
If Stansfield didn't show, Luca would find him.
Either way, the goods were already reclaimed.
Leon nodded. "Okay."
He turned to leave.
"And one more thing."
Luca pulled out several thick rolls of cash—tens of thousands of dollars.
"This is your payment."
Leon shook his head. "No. I'll get paid by Tony."
"You've got principles. That's why I chose you. How much does Tony pay?"
"Five thousand per person."
…
Luca almost cursed aloud.
He was charging Tony twenty thousand per target.
Those middlemen were making a killing.
Ordinary assassination jobs paid peanuts. Luca's contract to kill Stansfield would bring in 1 million—but that was because of the target's identity and difficulty.
"This is extra," Luca insisted, forcing the money into Leon's hand. "You helped a lot."
"You didn't need me."
"But I wouldn't have taken that risk without you watching my back. Take it."
Leon hesitated, then accepted.
For the first time in his life, he felt almost rich.
Tony had always claimed it was safer to hold his money, handing out only small amounts as needed.
Leon had never cared. He lived alone. What use was money?
But Luca was far more generous.
"Next time, I'll contact you directly," Luca said. "No middleman."
"Okay."
"See you around, neighbor."
Luca smiled and entered his apartment.
[Bond: Attention]
Meanwhile, Stansfield arrived at the crime scene with narcotics officers.
Seeing the destruction and the bodies, he shivered briefly before regaining composure.
"Death is unpredictable today," he said calmly, though anger simmered beneath.
Who did this?
The Lucchese family?
"Stan, the product's gone," one officer reported. "All the other trustees were hit too. Except Lando."
Stansfield's expression darkened.
"Lando's shipment was already picked up."
"Not all of it. Ten percent was missing. There were disputes over purity. Most of what was missing was skimmed by Norman."
"Some people always think they're clever."
Stansfield waved dismissively.
"Get the goods back."
"Okay."
"And once you have it—kill Lando."
Stansfield crouched beside a corpse, tracing a finger across its face.
"Bring enough men. Plenty of weapons. Be careful. The robbers knew our trustee network. Norman has already been targeted."
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