"Remember, it's best not to use your Ability. If any witnesses see it, it'll be troublesome, especially that Green Energy Pulse," Matt said as he drove.
"This is hardly a situation that needs fists. Trust me, I'm a good shot," Broli said, putting on sunglasses and wrapping a scarf around the lower half of his face. Alejandro and Wade were putting on bulletproof vests; they would still die if shot.
"I can attest to that," Alejandro said.
As they got closer to their destination, the number of vehicles accompanying them dwindled. There was hardly a second car on the wide highway.
The roar of an engine. A motorcycle pulled up beside their car, and a Mercedes Man with a Mohawk Hairstyle blatantly stared into the car.
"We're being watched," Wade said casually. "Looks like Falakon's guys have been watching this road. Looks like we've won the lottery."
Soon, three Caravelle vans pulled up, their windows tinted so that you couldn't see inside.
A red light. All the cars stopped.
"Time to get to work," Matt said, pulling out an M4A1. Broli used the HK-433 he had taken earlier.
The Caravelle doors opened, and several grotesque-looking gang gunmen prepared to get out. The first man hadn't even touched the ground when he was shot down, and everyone in the car was trapped. Broli pulled the trigger, unleashing a barrage of fire on the enemy's car.
Soon, all three Caravelles were riddled with bullets, and the gunmen who had been shot helplessly slid out of the doors, now finally able to get out of the car.
The motorcyclist frantically started his bike. He hadn't expected that within three seconds, the arrogant gunmen of the gang would have become corpses.
Before he could get far, a flower of blood exploded on his head, and the out-of-control motorcycle ran off the road, traveling more than ten meters before falling to the ground with the corpse.
"Indeed, very accurate," Matt raised an eyebrow, a little surprised. In his expectations, a powerful guy like Broli should have been dismissive of firearms.
"A bunch of rabble,"
The Victoria Crown continued forward, leaving a field of corpses.
Soon, they arrived at Falakon's mansion. The lavish white walls, wrought-iron gates, gardens, fountains, and marble columns made one feel as if they were in the Palace of Versailles.
"Seeing this house, I understand that drug dealing really makes money," Wade sighed. The next moment, he aimed his gun and shot a gunman holding a grenade launcher. This shot seemed to have pressed a button, and gunshots immediately erupted inside and outside the mansion.
The four of them quickly advanced towards the inside of Falakon's mansion, and the gunmen who blocked their way were almost shot down without any resistance.
Soon, they caught Falakon, his wife, and two sons, who were trying to leave through a Tunnel, along with a thin, middle-aged Latin American.
"Kill them, kill them, Keke!"
Falakon hysterically ordered the Latin American. He was a Mexican who looked kind, with a neatly trimmed beard, and a slightly burly build, dressed in a suit. The first impression ordinary people would have of him would definitely be that of a middle-level manager of a large multinational corporation, and they would never think that he was a drug lord with blood on his hands.
The Latin American, ready to use his Ability, was stabbed in the jaw with a dagger, which pierced his brain.
Broli pulled out the dagger, shook off the blood, and put it back into the sheath on Alejandro's leg.
Matt patted Alejandro on the shoulder.
"The rest is your time."
Wade opened his mouth to say something, hesitated for a moment, and then turned his head.
Alejandro walked in front of Falakon with a blank expression. Under his cold gaze, Falakon soon fell to his knees. His wife trembled and knelt with the two children.
He looked down at Falakon and glanced at the table nearby, where the food was very rich.
"How many families die because of you every night? And you, you are enjoying dinner in this palace."
Falakon held his son's hand, forcing himself to meet Alejandro's gaze, and his rapid breathing exposed his inner tension. But years of experience in the crossfire quickly allowed him to hide his tension.
His expression became natural again, and he looked at Alejandro as if he was looking at an old friend.
"I know your wife, she is a very gentle woman, do you think she would be proud of what you are now?"
Alejandro still had a blank expression, but Broli saw the veins on his hand holding the gun suddenly bulge.
"What about my daughter, do you still know my daughter?"
Falakon closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Your daughter, you know, I always put the option of force at the end, but Filippoto is different, he is very irritable, I can't control his decisions."
Alejandro said word by word.
"So I will kill Filippoto too."
Falakon knew that today was doomed, his facial muscles trembled, his eye sockets were red, and tears welled up.
"At least, at least, not in front of the children..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three shots, blood splashed into Falakon's eyes.
"As you wish."
Alejandro made a gentlemanly gesture.
Falakon opened his eyes wide, looking at Alejandro. He wiped his eyes, and the blood on his fingers was a bit dazzling. After doing all this, Alejandro dropped the rifle in his hand and sat directly on the ground, without a word.
Matt shook his head and walked forward, hitting Falakon's carotid artery with the edge of his palm and knocking him unconscious.
"Is it hard to accept, kid?" He looked at Wade, "I thought you'd seen this kind of thing a long time ago as a mercenary."
Wade pinched his nose.
"That's why I left Africa."
Matt dragged Falakon from the dining room into the study.
"I didn't expect you to look unreliable, but you're a good person at heart. I want to tell you something, about sixty kilometers from here, there's a house, and about forty corpses have been built into the wall, men, women, old people, children, enough to open a human body museum. And the culprit is this guy."
Matt busily brought a large bucket of water from the kitchen and looked at Wade.
"Do you feel better after hearing this?"
Wade took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, finally no longer having a poker face.
"Since you're okay, come help me. We still have a lot to do next. Whether we can drive Filippoto out of the Rat's Nest depends on the next thirty minutes."
(End of Chapter)