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Chapter 10 Killing and stealing goods

Two professional assassins entered the residential building together and walked up the stairs.

Luca, chewing gum, pulled out his pistol, attached a silencer, and said casually:

"The mission is simple. Once inside, kill anyone who poses a threat and subdue anyone who doesn't. I need to extract some information from them."

"it is good."

Leon replied with a single word, paused, and then asked, "What if there's only one person who poses a threat?"

Luca chuckled and retorted, "One person? Is that a threat?"

Lyon silently shut his mouth.

The two arrived at the door of a room.

Luca smeared the gum in his mouth onto the peephole, then looked at Lyon, who had already skillfully pulled a large pair of pliers from the straps on his thigh, gestured at the door, and aimed at the door chain.

The two exchanged glances without speaking, and then nodded in unison.

Then Luca rang the doorbell.

A man's voice came from inside, asking, "Who is it?"

The house is inhabited by drug dealers, who are wary of strangers and won't open the door immediately.

Luca cleared his throat, and to Lyon's astonishment, a woman's voice came out.

Luca said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Sir, my water pipes are broken. May I borrow your bathroom to take a shower?"

Lyon's eyes were strange.

Will the other party fall for such a low-level scam?

The man inside the room asked in confusion, "Miss, I can't see you. Could you move to the back?"

Luca: "I'm only wearing a bathrobe right now, and it's so cold in the hallway. I just want to take a hot shower, and then we can find a warm place to talk."

Man: "Okay, okay."

Lyon: "."

Then came the sound of unlocking. The moment the door opened, Leon grabbed a pair of pliers and clamped them onto the door chain. At the same time, Luca stepped forward and kicked the door open, his gun instantly pointing at the man's forehead.

man:"???"

What?! Where's the woman in the bathrobe we were promised? How did she turn into a gun-wielding man?
"Fuck! Who are you people?"

"Shut up!"

biu!

The silenced bullet struck the man's thigh, instantly rendering him largely incapacitated.

Leon closed the door, exchanged a glance with Luca, gestured with their fingers to indicate directions, and then split up to search the room for any other possible enemies.

Soon, another man was dragged out by Leon.

The two were led to the house’s hall, where Luca saw a small workshop workbench piled high with flour and blue packaging bags the size of disposable gloves.

Luca picked up the packaging bag and examined it; this thing was the same as the blue magic circulating in the market.

However, both drug dealers were white.

If Luca remembers correctly, Frank's entire drug family were his relatives, and the whole line was made up of black people.

These two people are probably just "distributors." After obtaining Frank's goods, they reprocess them to reduce their purity and then sell them under the name of Blue Magic.

Or rather, this flour wasn't originally Frank's, but was branded by these drug dealers.

Sigh, the underground market needs to strengthen its copyright awareness.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The man, kneeling on the ground with his hands covering his head, kept begging for mercy. When he saw Luca examining the flour, he quickly explained, "That's not my goods. I'm just a custodian. You've got the wrong person."

"For whom is it entrusted to?"

The man hesitated.

Another person nearby threatened his companion menacingly, "Shut your damn mouth!"

biu!

Luca flicked him on the forehead, then turned the gun on the other man and continued, "For whom is it entrusted? I don't want to ask a third time."

His companion's lifeless body lay nearby, eyes wide with terror. The man pleaded, "Stanfield, it's Stanfield, please!"

"Oh, then you haven't come to the wrong place."

biu!

Luca put away his gun, turned around, packed the dozen or so kilograms of flour on the table into a bag, and prepared to leave.

"Let's go, Lyon, to the next location."

"it is good."

Lyon glanced back at the two corpses, both of whom had been accurately shot between the eyebrows by Luca.

Luca is a very good shot.

You killed two criminals (drug trafficking, murder, robbery). You upheld the peace of the community.

[Gain Skill Points x5]

[Gained 2 Skill Fragments]

[Current Skill Fragment: 27]

Luca glanced at the numbers on the panel.

I've been able to collect a few fragments every day during this period, and today I've accumulated 27 more.

The harvest was not bad.

Once outside the community, Luca drove Lyon to the next hiding place.

It's the same old routine: luring, breaking down doors, murder, and robbery.

The two assassins easily raided one hideout after another, and even when they encountered hideouts with a large number of people, they were able to work together to wipe them all out.

Leon's killing style is rather elegant; he is adept at using the environment to conceal his presence and then surprises his enemies.

Luca's approach was much simpler and more direct—he was a sharpshooter, skilled, and his moves were all about aiming, moving up, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A.
The last hideout was more troublesome. Perhaps having received news of the other hideouts being wiped out, a lot of people had gathered there. Just as Luca was about to lure them with his cute girl disguise, they fired a burst of bullets through the door.

Fortunately, both of them were hiding behind the walls on either side and were not directly hit by gunfire.

"Damn it! Come on! Come on in if you dare!"

A drug dealer's arrogant roar came from the doorway. Luca pulled out a grenade with a backhand and looked at Leon with a grin, "Old Tony told me you're good at ring tricks, could you teach me sometime?"

Lyon also pulled out a stone, "Like throwing a stone, aim, and then throw it."

The two pulled the "ring" on the grenade, threw it into the room together, and then simultaneously dove to avoid it.

boom!
The explosion, accompanied by intense flames, engulfed everything.

After the explosion, Luca slapped his forehead. "Shit! My goods can't have been blown up, can they?"

After waiting for a while and hearing no movement inside, the two went in together and gave the remaining survivors a few more bullets.

Fortunately, not all the goods were damaged; a large portion remained intact.

With the goods in hand, the two quickly left the scene.

Over the course of a whole day, the two raided five hideouts, and Luca stole goods worth over 1000 million, while also collecting 54 skill fragments.

The last hideout, Norman.

The two returned to the apartment and went into the hallway. This time, Leon hesitated, shook his head, and said, "This time I won't do it. I won't kill women and children."

This is Lyon's principle.

He knew about Matilda's family; there were women and children.

He now understands Luca's methods and Mafia ways; he is extremely ruthless, and Matilda's family cannot stop him.

All he could do was stand by and watch.

"I understand, and I respect your choice."

Luca shrugged. "But I have no intention of taking action against their family."

Lyon looked at Luca with a puzzled expression.

Luca laughed and said, "Matilda and I are Norman's daughters. We have a pretty good relationship. I won't kill her family."

He wouldn't kill them himself, but let Stan do it, and then he would ambush and hunt down Stan and his gang of policemen.

The plan is that simple, achieving multiple goals at once, and also winning Matilda's favor.

However, Luca needs to save Matilda and her brother beforehand.

Matilda only cares about her brother; she has long been disappointed in the rest of her family.

However, this has now triggered a series of butterfly effects, resulting in the deaths of so many trustees. If Stan doesn't come and doesn't take the bait of Norman, that's fine too; Luca can take the initiative to find him.

Anyway, the goods have already been retrieved.

After hearing Luca's words, Lyon looked slightly surprised, nodded slightly, said "okay," and then prepared to go home.

"and many more."

Luca pulled several rolls of banknotes from his pocket, totaling tens of thousands of dollars. "This is your payment."

Leon shook his head, refusing the money: "Thank you, but I don't need it. I'll get the money from Tony."

"You've got principles! No wonder you're the honest guy I chose!" Luca asked curiously, "How much did Tony pay you?"

"Five thousand per person."

"."

Fuck! This price is absolutely laughable, Luca was asking for 20,000 per person from Tony!

Those damn middlemen, they make such a huge profit on the difference!

It's said that the income of fringe assassins is too low. Luca's mission to kill Stan, however, can earn 100 million. But this is related to the identity and difficulty of the target. Ordinary assassination missions pay very little, while targeted bounty missions pay much more.

In the later stages of the Night Demon's reign, the bounty on his head had already reached tens of millions.

“This is extra pay.” Luca forced the money into his hand. “I’m very satisfied with your performance today. You’ve helped me a lot.”

"I haven't helped you much. In fact, with your abilities, you could take down those drug dealers all by yourself."

“But it certainly won’t be that easy for me, Leon. Without you behind me, I wouldn’t have taken such a big risk. Take it; you deserve it.”

"."

Lyon paused for two seconds, then stopped refusing and put the money in his pocket.

After so many years as an assassin, this was the first time Leon had received such a large sum of money, giving him a strange feeling of becoming rich overnight.

In the past, when I asked Tony for money, he would always say it was safe to keep it with him, and then he would only give me a small amount of money to get rid of me.

At the time, Lyon didn't care; he just needed a little money to live on.

Anyway, I'm all alone.

What's the use of having so much money?
However, Luca seems to be much more generous than Tony.

"Next time I need work, I'll contact you directly, so I won't need to go to Tony."

"it is good."

"See you later, neighbor."

Luca smiled, opened the door, and turned to go into his room.

[Bond: Follow]

Meanwhile, Stan arrived at the crime scene with a team of narcotics officers.

Seeing the mess and the corpses, Stan seemed to feel a chill, nervously tightening his arms and then relaxing them.

"Death is truly capricious today." He took a deep breath, his calm voice concealing a hint of impending anger.

Who did it? !
Are they members of the Lucchese family?

“Stan, our goods have all been stolen,” one of his men said, stepping forward. “The other trustees’ goods were also stolen, except for Norman’s.”

This result left Stan's expression shifting between light and dark, his face gradually contorting.

Stan countered, "I remember Norman's goods were already picked up, weren't they?"

"But a portion was missing, and the purity decreased by 10%. This caused some financial disputes when we shipped the goods. Most of the missing portion was embezzled by Norman."

“Some people always like to play their clever tricks.” Stan waved his hand dismissively. “Go find him and get the goods back.”

"Ok."

"After receiving the goods, we killed Norman to silence him."

Stan crouched down, tracing his fingers across the corpse's face. "Remember to bring plenty of men, make sure you have enough weapons, and be careful. The robbers know who our trustee is, and Normando has been targeted as well."

(End of this chapter)