[Inside the Car – Operation Mafia Madness]
They hopped into the car. Jogo sat in the back… right beside Encinto.
Encinto: "Oi, why's he sitting beside me? Can't we put him in the trunk?"
Alex: "Just shut up and don't start drama."
Encinto: "Hey! I'm older than you! You need manners, young boy."
Zayn (driving, focused): "Alright, kid. Where's your boss hiding out?"
Jogo: "...I won't tell you."
Encinto: "Ohoho, bad move. Listen here, buddy—if you don't spill, that cold-faced boxer will kill you slowly, and the two sitting in front? Their bloodline is cursed. They start problems and solve them with explosions."
Alex: "We don't solve what we start?"
Encinto: "Exactly! That's my line!"
Alex: "Then did you ever finish anything?"
Encinto: "I always finish last… I mean—I'm always the last-second hero!"
Zayn: "You're just the last-second liar."
Encinto: "Excuse me?! When you got shot in the butt in Colombia, who carried you to the hospital?"
Zayn: "That will never happen again. I'll die before letting you carry me anywhere."
Everyone burst into laughter… except Jogo, who sat awkwardly between the chaos.
Jogo: "Uh… Hello? I'm still here."
Encinto: "So?"
Jogo: "This is weird. Like… really weird. You guys are laughing while chasing a mafia… with me, their side manager, sitting right here!"
Encinto: "Exactly! Welcome to the madness. Those two in front? Even the Paradox Killer fears them."
Jogo: "Are they… mafia?"
Encinto: "No. But they act like they should be."
Jogo: "Then… who are they?"
Encinto: "Ever heard of… the Hunter family?"
Jogo: "No."
Encinto: "Exactly. Because it's a secret, dumbass."
Jogo: "Then how would I know it???"
Encinto: "They're from that bloodline. The scary one."
Jogo: "Then… why are you here with them?"
Encinto: "Good question! That old man tried to arrest me once. Now he uses me like a Swiss Army knife."
Alex: "Used and used up."
Encinto: "Shut up, you gym-obsessed ice cube."
Zayn: "Alright, enough. Don't scare the guy too much."
Encinto: "Scare him? I didn't even start yet!"
Zayn: "You literally made him piss his pants with your 'Hunter bloodline' speech."
Jogo: "Wha—I didn't pee!"
Encinto: "You're sitting in it, bro."
Jogo (groaning): "…Okay. Maybe a little. But fine! I'll tell you. I know where the boss is."
Zayn: "Good. Let's hear it."
Jogo: "But… if I tell you, they'll haunt me forever. They don't forgive."
Zayn: "Don't worry. With me and Alex, you're the safest man in Italy."
Encinto: "And me too! …Kinda."
Jogo: "Okay. I give my life and soul to you guys. Use it wisely."
Encinto: "Nah, we'll probably waste it, but thanks."
Jogo: "The boss… he's going to the International Harbor. Something big is going down—smuggling, weapons, maybe even fake spaghetti."
Encinto (putting a hand on his shoulder): "Relax, kid. You're safe with us. Now smile a bit, will ya?"
Zayn (winking): "Encinto, lighten the mood. Tell him something stupid."
Encinto: "Heh… hey guys, remember that time in New Mexico? We had tacos and Zayn tried to rizz some girls? They rejected him so hard, his face looked like a confused monkey. And when they walked away, he screamed like an old gorilla who lost his banana!"
Everyone: 😂🤣
Zayn: "I did not look like a monkey!"
Alex (laughing): "You were doing gorilla chest slaps, bro!"
Zayn (grinning): "Shut it. Now you—what's your name, kid?"
Jogo: "Jogo."
Zayn: "Wow. Your mom named you that? Brave woman."
Alex: "Says the guy named Zayn who thinks he's James Bond."
Encinto: "Alright alright! Stop the stand-up comedy. Focus or we're gonna end up in Spain instead."
Zayn (staring cold): "Who do you think you're shouting at?"
Encinto: "Sorry, my bad. Deep respect, o wise wrinkled one."
Alex (smirking): "Just remember your job, Encinto, and maybe you'll live peacefully with Grandpa Doom."
Encinto: "Noted."
Suddenly, Zayn pulled over.
Zayn: "Alright boys. Showtime."
He opened the trunk like a military leader preparing for war:
Gave Alex a rifleHanded Encinto a shotgunGrabbed an RPG for himselfAnd tossed Jogo a tiny pistol
Jogo: "Why do I get this water gun?!"
Encinto (tapping his shoulder): "Relax. It's like a game. The longer you survive with this squad, the better your upgrades. Welcome to the party."
Alex: "Let's go, Mr. Burrito."
[Infiltration Begins]
They crept in through the back of the harbor complex.
A group of heavily armed bodyguards stood guarding the lift.
Zayn (whispering): "Encinto. It's your turn."
Encinto (frowning): "Always me, huh?"
He walked casually toward the guards.
Encinto: "Heyyy friends! Beautiful day, no?"
Guard: "STOP RIGHT THERE!" (gun pointed to his head)
Encinto: "Whoa whoa! Chill! I just wanna talk!"
He discreetly signaled behind his back.
Zayn, Alex, and Jogo flanked the sides silently.
Jogo (whispering): "Why did we leave him alone?"
Alex: "He's Mexican. He's built for chaos."
Zayn: "He'll either survive or explode. Either way, it's a win."
Zayn tossed a smoke bomb.
In the chaos, Alex and Zayn darted through the fog—taking down enemies with brutal precision.
A guard saw a shadow. That shadow was Alex.
SMACK! One punch. KO.
Jogo (mouth wide): "Are you guys even human?"
Alex & Zayn (together): "Bloodline."
Fist bump.
Zayn: "Jogo! What's the passcode?"
Jogo (typing nervously): "Done! Door's open!"
Meanwhile, Encinto had gone full action hero.
Grabbed one guy's leg—slam!
Shot another in the shoulder.
Encinto: "Whew! That shotgun got some kick!"
He reached the lift and clicked the walkie.
Encinto: "Roger roger, I'm goin' up. Keep the pizza warm."
Zayn: "Copy that, Taco Boy."
Back with the main squad—they opened the door to a warehouse full of mafia men with guns.
Zayn: "Ooooh sh—take cover!"
Alex (panting): "What's the plan, Gramps?"
Zayn: "Remember when you lost your mind after your mom died?"
Alex: "Yeah. Why?"
Zayn: "Use that."
Alex: "Bro… that'll kill Jogo!"
Jogo: "It's okay, I'll wait here and scream when you're done."
Alex dashed out like a demon, gunning down enemies left and right.
Zayn used soldier tactics, flanking and ambushing.
Jogo covered his ears and prayed.
Alex: "Jogo! All done!"
Jogo: "That… was insane."
Upstairs…
Encinto entered a room packed with mafiosos.
Encinto: "Oh. Party started without me?"
Mafia Leader: "Attacco!!"
Encinto: "Chill! Let's talk—"
They fired a bazooka.
Encinto shot the rocket mid-air.
BOOM! The explosion wrecked the room. All enemies fell.
Encinto (coughing): "This is getting ridiculous."
He walked through the now-empty hallway and joined the team.
Zayn: "You're alive. That's shocking."
Encinto: "I killed like 15 guys, by the way."
Alex: "Nice."
Jogo: "Dude, I didn't know you were… that."
Encinto (eye roll): "Of course you didn't."
But as they approached the boss room, Encinto stopped.
Encinto: "Something's off… When I walked here earlier, the hall was empty."
Jogo: "That's not normal. There's always guards."
Zayn: "Then they're all… inside."
Alex (grinning): "Easier to kill them all at once."
Encinto: "You're crazy."
Zayn: "Nope. That's genius."
Encinto: "From that unexperienced brain?"
Zayn: "Shut up and open the door."
Encinto: "Why me again?!"
Zayn pushed him.
As expected—tons of enemies behind the door.
But BOOM!
Zayn and Alex fired instantly.
Blood. Screams. Silence.
In the middle of the room, an old man sat on a throne-like chair.
Zayn: "Ehi vecchio…" (Hey old man…)
Boss: "È molto tempo che non ci si vede." (Long time no see.)
Zayn (aiming): "Arrivederci." (Goodbye.)
BOOM! One bullet. Boss slumped in the chair. Dead.
Alex: "Why'd you kill him so casually?"
Zayn: "We've met… many times. He deserved it."
They turned around.
Back in the car.
Zayn drove away casually, like they'd just finished grocery shopping.
Encinto: "So… tacos after this?"