At noon on March 17, 1999, speeding cars roared, and gunshots continuously echoed on the not-so-wide road leading to Naples Airport.
"Should I say it's worthy of Boss? His speed is too fast!" Formaggio looked into the rearview mirror. Dozens of cars honked and chased relentlessly. They had only left the base less than half an hour ago. They hadn't even covered a fifth of the way to Naples Airport, and this was already the second wave of attacks.
All members of the Assassination Team frowned, vigilantly looking at the surrounding residential buildings. Enemy snipers could launch an aerial attack at any moment.
The gang fights had severely affected the lives of civilians throughout Italy.
The originally high-spirited Assassination Team, with the goal of seeing Sardinia no matter what, had completely betrayed the organization. But this was very high-profile, which was quite inconsistent with their usual way of doing things. They had always lived by the goal of assassination and the habit of finishing early to watch soccer games.
However, Johnson Joffrey, this kid whose ability might be explosions, was too out of sync with the Assassination Team's style, so aside from the captain, no one else liked him very much.
He couldn't speak italian, and most of the time, he just sat silently in a corner.
"Damn it, the organization's people are too fast," Illuso cursed under his breath.
"Our appearances and names have probably already reached the organization's public intelligence website," Prosciutto interjected. "But luckily, not even Boss knows the specific abilities of everyone in my team."
"Huh? What do we do now, Big Bro!"
"Even for Boss, it's difficult to gather so many people immediately," Risotto calmly analyzed. "Humans are driven by their desires. I speculate that Boss must have issued a bounty, something like 'whoever catches us can gain status and money,' using desire to drive human nature."
Melone, sitting in the second row, suddenly took a deep breath, revealing an extremely surprised expression.
"Tsk, Boss actually..." Melone frowned, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, and his purple hair trembled slightly.
"Hey! Melone, tell me clearly, don't keep me in suspense!"
"Just now, I hacked into the organization's public intelligence network and saw all our photos and names on it."
Melone looked up, his purple eyes filled with surprise and unwillingness: "Boss said that whoever catches us can replace Polpo and become a capo of the southern region!"
...!
This was tantamount to going against all of Italy! Although the Assassination Team had always been quite mysterious, and information about them was limited, now that they had completely entered the internet age, this meant that every time their attack was witnessed, it would be immediately transmitted to the internet. The next enemy would then have this information. Passione had essentially woven a large net, and they were the fish within it.
As everyone fell silent, Risotto suddenly said calmly, "Isn't this perfect?"
Risotto's tone was unusually light, and beneath his expressionless exterior, he seemed to be in a very good mood.
"Today, let our Assassination Team gradually dismantle his organization, let him feel our resolve and pain. Isn't that good?" Risotto's tone was calm, yet unyielding and unarguable, causing all the anxious team members to calm down.
"A coward who never shows his face cannot control a chaotic Italy. This is when the Assassination Team will truly reign over Italy's destiny!"
Risotto was indeed the core of the entire team. Johnson Joffrey had never imagined that there could be a man capable of making this group of exceptionally skilled, arrogant, incredibly brazen, and individually unique Assassination Team members bow down, uniting them to advance and retreat together. It was truly an extraordinary feat.
Yet, such a person, due to various coincidences, became his non-blood-related uncle. It must be said, perhaps this is the strong fortune of my Jo family.
Silence lingered in the car for a long time, and it was always Ghiaccio who broke the peace, for he could not stay quiet for more than a minute.
"Hahaha! This is our boss! We're definitely going to be the boss this time!" Ghiaccio's voice was the complete opposite of Risotto's, a guttural roar that was sometimes quite demonic. "That idiot boss! Idiot! Idiot! Let him experience the power of the world's number one Assassination Team masters!"
Formaggio couldn't help but sneer, uttering his signature catchphrase: "There's really nothing I can do about you guys!"
"Then buckle up! ... Nah, never mind, you're not the type to actually buckle up."
Why would villains buckle up?! We even run red lights!
As Formaggio finished speaking, he quickly stomped on the brake and clutch. The off-road vehicle, modified by Illuso and Melone, let out a long howl, spewing a long trail of smoke on the spot, making a 180-degree sharp turn and rushing into a residential alley. It took a shortcut to shake off the pursuers, drawing chaotic screams and the sound of things being smashed and thrown in disarray.
"Damn it! Those Assassination Team guys went into the alley!" the pursuers behind cursed.
"Chase them!"
"We can't! That's a residential building!"
"You idiot! Who cares about residents or not, if we catch them we can become the overlords of the south!"
"Demolitions team, prepare the grenade launchers and rocket launchers!"
The gangsters behind, blinded by money and desire, stuck their heads out of the car windows. Accompanied by the explosions of machine guns, grenade launchers, and rocket launchers, and the shattering of glass, huge clouds of smoke rose. Countless glass fragments, shimmering with light, flew through the air. Countless curses, screams, groans, and cries were incessant, like a real battlefield.
Humans driven by desire, vehicles driven by humans, darted out from the crowd like mad beasts, completely disregarding the possibility of hitting and killing people, or that stray AK fire could injure civilians.
"These bastards!" Ghiaccio's grim face was visible in the rearview mirror, and he cursed in a low, suppressed voice, "They're like mad dogs, actually shooting at civilians."
Although Formaggio had a habit of not paying much attention to the true thoughts of animals, he certainly didn't find pleasure in running people over. He cursed under his breath, spun the steering wheel 180 degrees. Amidst the howling wind and surrounding screams, Formaggio suddenly slammed on the brakes. The car screeched, and the arrogant off-road vehicle came to a stop.
"They stopped?!" The gangsters, their eyes clouded by desire, were surprised to find the off-road vehicle they were chasing was within reach.
As they continued to approach, they saw someone sprawled on top of the off-road vehicle like a spider.
"Shoot! Shoot!" the leader shouted.
A gangster holding a grenade launcher suddenly said, "Why does the air feel colder?"
They immediately opened fire, and bullets, like ripples in water, surged towards the Assassination Team.
Just as they were about to hit, they suddenly vanished. Around the off-road vehicle, there were sounds of bullets colliding, and at the same time, flashes of light appeared, as if an invisible wall was constantly deflecting the bullets.
The gangsters were endlessly surprised and quickly continued to shoot, only to find their fingers completely frozen. When they tried to pull them, they found their fingers immediately broke off, and they let out continuous screams.
At this moment, the bullets that had been constantly deflected suddenly bounced back, killing all exposed gang members at once.
Ghiaccio, sprawled on top of the off-road vehicle, let out a low, beast-like laugh, and his damaged, hoarse voice spoke:
"White Album Gently Weeps."
I'll be updating a bit later, everyone. Please don't leave comments saying things like, 'Did you ghost us?' or similar, as it might cause misunderstandings for other readers who haven't seen it. Please!
I usually update in the afternoon or evening when I'm more inspired, but I can't say for sure; sometimes I update in the morning too. I can't set a fixed schedule, sorry.
However, I write at least three chapters a day, which is six thousand words, so don't worry. If you don't rush me, my editor and my mom will!
There are two more updates tonight.