Sicily, Italy,
*THUP, THUP* (footsteps)
"SECURE THE AREA!! FIND HIM!"
Under the dark night in Italy, within a heavily guarded compound of powerful mafia, a group of 50 armed mobster gathered, searching for an elusive figure. The leader of the group barked orders:
"SPREAD OUT, FORM FIVE TEAMS! SEARCH EVERY CORNER OF THIS PLACE! STAY TOGETHER AND WATCH EACH OTHER'S BACKS. I'M SURE HE'S IN HERE. NINE OF YOU, FOLLOW ME! WE'LL GUARD THE BOSS'S ROOM."
(Note: Boss, the leader of the mafia)
"YES, SIR!"
"That Skotía guy, how dare they aim their bullet on us. Damn it," muttered the leader.
Like well-trained soldiers, the group swiftly divided, scouring every corner of the house, ready for a threat that sent shivers down their spines.
Arriving at the boss's room with his men, the leader knocked on the door. "Boss, it's Luca."
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"Come in." The leader entered and stood before the Don.
"How's it looking outside?" the Don asked.
"Not good. I've split our guys into teams to find that guy. There are 50 of us; I'm sure we'll find him soon," Luca replied.
"Nah, that won't be enough. It's never easy when Skotía is involved. Who did they send?"
“According to our informant, the guy’s name is Ivano.”
“WHAT?” The Don’s tone shifted to a mix of shock and urgency. “Is he truly here? WHERE ARE OUR MEN RIGHT NOW? CALL THEM HERE IMMEDIATELY!”
“What’s the concern, Don? They’ve begun the search. We’ll receive updates soon,” Luca assured.
*Slap*
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? IT'S 'IVANO'!! DO YOU KNOW WHO HE IS? OF COURSE YOU DON'T! BECAUSE ANYONE TARGETED BY HIM WON'T LIVE TO TELL THE TALE. CALL OUR MEN NOW!"
Witnessing his boss like never before, Luca wasted no time and grabbed the walkie-talkie to call his underlings. But... no one answered. He looked back at the Don with an uneasy expression. Suddenly,
*BANG BANG* (gunshots)
"SHOOT HIM!!" (mobster)
*BANG, BANG, BANG* ( more gunshots)
"ARGHHHH, HELP" (mobster)
Like a scene from a horror movie, Luca and his boss listened to the chaos outside. Every passing second seemed to reduce the voices of their men, emphasizing the terror unfolding. A minute later, silence enveloped the hallway, only the sound of footsteps hinting at impending danger. The door to the room swung open, revealing a figure in a well-dressed black suit and a long black coat, holding a karambit knife. His face concealed by a black balaclava, only his eyes visible. The figure was "Ivano."
"DIE." Without wasting any time, Luca fired, but Ivano swiftly dodged the bullets with a supernatural speed. Like a ghost, he moved beside Luca, slicing his arm. Blood dripped down, the gun falling from his hand. "How the...." Before he could utter another word, the karambit dug into his throat—fast and precise. The boss, witnessing the horror, trembled as Ivano approached.
"WAIT!! HOW ABOUT WE...."
*BANG (gunshot)
Before he could finish his sentence, a bullet pierced his shoulder. Lying on the floor in pain, he saw Ivano walking toward him.
"You bast..."
*BANG* (gunshot)
Once again, the words remained unfinished as a bullet pierced through his head.