I became a mafia member of the Academy, Chapter 7: Thompson Submachine Gun.
Also known as the "Chicago Typewriter," this gun, with a history of 100 years, was created during World War I.
This Thompson submachine gun was originally the primary weapon used by mafia hitmen around the world, and the one who truly recognized its value and integrated it properly was Al Capone, the worst and strongest mafia boss who ruled the underworld during the Prohibition era.
Perhaps finding this interesting, the CS production team incorporated this content into the CS world, and the result was "Al Capone's Tommy."
This was a relic that had been sleeping in this shop.
"Al Capone's Tommy? Don't talk nonsense, kid. How could a place like this hole-in-the-wall store deal with something like that?"
At first, the shop owner looked flustered, but then he changed his expression and stubbornly denied it.
I ignored him and said sternly.
"Are you saying that the information from Callione is wrong?"
My sudden cold attitude made the shop owner flinch and tremble.
But as if unwilling to give up, he suddenly scowled at me.
"Shut up! Even if it existed, why would I give it to you?"
So, that's how it's going to be.
I wanted to tear this place apart right away and take Al Capone's Tommy, but...
This place is also part of Callione's business.
I didn't want to do anything that would tarnish my reputation, so I sighed and walked up to the counter, lifting my head.
"Is that so? Fine. Then I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
"What?"
The shop owner was taken aback by my sudden offer.
Ignoring him, I walked to one side of the store and tore off a sticker that was stuck on the wall.
"Judging by its appearance, it seems to be the emblem of the Blunte organization under Callione. This means you are under their protection, right?"
Blunte Family (Blunte famiglia)
They are known for using blunt weapons and are famous for being the worst among the families under Callione.
Originally starting as a vigilante group, the Blunte Family changed when the second boss took over.
They began to focus on enriching their own pockets instead of protecting the city and the weak.
Noticing their behavior, Don Vito Callione, the boss of Callione, started to pay attention to them. Remembering this, I asked my father for a favor today.
"Father, I have a request."
"Is it as a son?"
"Yes. I would like you to entrust me with the Blunte Family matter."
Among the various plays I made, there was this line.
[Not long after the Academy opened, the Blunte Family was annihilated. By Don Vito Callione, that man.]
This event was one that you could never easily forget when playing CS.
It was the first story that mentioned the power of Vito Callione, the king of the underworld, after the game started.
[Government intervention? That's impossible. If he wants to clean up his own family, what can the government do? To the government, Vito Callione is that kind of man.]
And that man is also my father now.
"The Blunte Family... Where did you hear that?"
At the time, my father, who heard my request, asked me with a very serious expression.
The information about eliminating the Blunte Family was known only to a few people within the organization.
But I couldn't say I learned it from the game, so I gave the answer that would most please my father.
"I am also a Callione."
And this guess was confirmed when I saw the corners of my father's mouth turn up.
"Yes, you can obtain that level of information on your own, can't you?"
I couldn't answer his question directly, so I just smiled.
"Even if the Blunte Family is weaker than in their prime, they are still a family under Callione. What do you plan to do?"
In the original story, my father would handle it alone, but...
I am now the newly appointed successor of Callione.
Therefore, to ensure the most effective strategy, I gave the answer that would most please my father.
"I will handle it in the Callione way."
"The Callione way? Hahahaha!!"
In other words, it means I will handle it like my father.
Father also seemed to understand the meaning and burst out laughing.
"Yes, go ahead and do it your way. If you need anything, just tell me."
I had prepared so much to hear this answer.
To seize this opportunity, I immediately smiled at my father and said,
"Then, can I ask for one more favor?"
This is what happened a few hours ago.
And as a result, I was able to gain my father's recognition and a new weapon at the same time.
Right now, for this very moment.
"Are you serious? The Blunte Family is protecting you? From what I can see, you're being exploited or taken advantage of."
"How do you...?"
I showed my ID to the man in front of me.
My full name was clearly written on it.
[Eugene Han Callione]
"What, this?"
The man's expression turned to shock when he saw my last name on the ID.
"It's an order from the boss. As of today, the Blunte Family is expelled from Callione and will pay the price for their betrayal. That's the will of Don, my father."
Saying this, I turned and walked out of the store.
"Wait! Young Master! Young Master!"
The shop owner, who had changed his tone after recognizing my identity, rushed out of the store and stopped me.
So, he treated me like a kid, but now that he knows I'm the boss's son, he's treating me like a young master.
"What is it?"
Speaking to him with a tone of annoyance, the shop owner looked around and shook his head, grabbing my arm.
"Are you really going alone? No matter how corrupt they are, they are still the Blunte Family!"
Why are you saying something so obvious?
I sighed and shook off his arm.
"I never said I came alone."
Didn't I clearly tell my father?
I said I would handle it in the 'Callione' way.
From now on, it's time to show a collaboration between Callione and the old guard.
* * *
In front of the mansion where the Blunte Family is located.
In reality, I was no different from an ordinary 21st-century socialite.
A socialite who would never hit anyone and even hesitated to curse.
So, in such a situation, I should naturally be trembling, but for some reason, my heart is incredibly calm.
"Is it because of this?"
This new trait I acquired.
[Name: Eugene Han Callione]
[Gender: Male]
[Occupation: Underworld Successor]
[Traits: Bad Boy, Underworld Successor, Hitman]
[Hitman]
[1. Ruthless Killer - The organization's blade for executing enemies. The hitman maintains composure in any situation.
Significantly increases proficiency with firearms.]
This new ability of the hitman, which allows me to maintain composure in any situation, must be the reason.
The huge mansion in front of me, the main base of the Blunte Family, also known as Blunte House.
Two armed guards at the entrance and surveillance cameras.
There must be numerous defensive forces inside.
"Shall I go in?"
I took a deep breath and walked confidently toward Blunte House.
"Hey! Who are you?"
One of the men guarding the gate shouted at me as I approached.
Ignoring him, I looked at the camera and recited the lines I had prepared.
"This is a message from Don Vito. 'Carlo Blunte, the corrupt one. You have disgraced the honor of Callione and are hereby expelled. However, if you come out now and sincerely repent, I will take responsibility for giving you a new life.' Will Carlo Blunte accept the boss's offer?"
The rule of Callione I learned during my successor training.
This rule, known as the 'last chance,' is the final mercy my father extends to those who were once comrades and family.
The gatekeeper seemed to be stunned for a moment, then started muttering into his radio frantically.
Then, he smiled and shouted at me.
"The boss says to go fuck yourself."
"Too bad. Then, I have no choice but to use force."
I smiled and said.
"Chi cerca trova."
Strike, and it will be opened.
At the same time, the mansion was enveloped in a tremendous flash and noise.
Explosions, gunshots, the sound of shell casings hitting the ground, the cheers of excited gang members, and the screams of enemies like children.
Eventually, most of the noise subsided, and only the groans of the wounded could be heard. Then, a voice came from the in-ear monitor on my left.
-Entrance. Cleared, Young Master.
"Thank you."
I said, briefly nodding in acknowledgment, and entered the half-destroyed gate.
The first step in dismantling the Blunte Family has begun.
"What the hell is this!"
As the commotion outside ended, sturdy adult men began to pour out of the mansion.
They were taken aback by the hellish scene that unfolded, and I declared to them in a cold voice.
"I am Eugene Han Callione, the executor. If you want to live, lie down on the ground."
The fear in the men began to grow as they saw the chaos and the scene before them.
A different, more profound kind of fear, unlike that of goblins.
But this level of fear was not enough, and they soon started to realize they were being attacked and began to glare at me.
"That kid...!"
"Our opponent is just a snot-nosed brat! Don't be scared, guys!"
There was a smart one among them, trying to boost the morale of the others.
And I preferred to crush such hope.
"Stupid kids. Do you really think I came alone after seeing this scene?"
"......?"
I pointed at the first one who tried to assess the situation.
"You first. Out."
"What theโโ"
A hole appeared in the forehead of the one who just spoke, with no warning.
He stood there, dazed, not understanding what had happened to him.
Eventually, his body fell to the ground.
"......What?"
"What the hell! He just died suddenly!"
"Is it a sniper?! But there was no gunshot!"
"Correct. You, if you lie down, I'll let you live."
Following the words of the one who immediately lay down, there was indeed a sniper behind me.
The gang members were clearing the area, and the main character of the operation was quickly crushing the enemy's main force.
This is my unique hunting style.
The hunt of 'Eugene Han Callione.'
"Those who didn't lie down until now are considered to have refused to surrender."
After taking off my black suit and neatly folding it to the side, I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, straightened my tie, and glared at the enemies in front of me.
"I will now begin the execution of the Blunte Family."
Did they realize that this declaration was their end?
"Get him!"
The Blunte Family members, armed with various blunt weapons, rushed at me.
Maces, steel pipes, spiked clubs, and more. A truly brutal combination.
But I'm sorry, it seems they are not the main force.
-We'll provide cover.
As a voice came from the in-ear monitor, the gang members hiding behind the wall started shooting at the Blunte Family.
Quantity against quantity. This is an unchanging law that has remained the same from the past.
After a storm of gunfire, most of the riffraff were lying on the ground, groaning.
Next to them, the ones standing were Awakened, who couldn't be taken down by ordinary bullets.
The real power of the Blunte Family.
"Damn brat! Die!"
Riffraff with clubs rushed at me. One of the gang members standing next to me stepped forward, but I silently stopped him.
These were my prey, having survived the first culling.
"Whew..."
As I inhaled, I could feel the fear of the men around me.
Fear, despair, screams, anger, confusion, pain.
All these emotions seeped into my veins, expanding my muscles and sharpening my mind.
"Dieโโ!"
I clenched my fist, stomped the ground, and deflected the club coming at me.
"What theโโ!"
With a crack, the club broke, and my fist punched through it, embedding itself in the man's face.
It felt like breaking a clump of styrofoam. The man's face caved in, and he flew backward.
"You monster!"
Another mace flew at me from the side, and I folded my extended arm, using my elbow to knock it aside.
At the same time, a left straight punch. Another victim flew far away, hit by my fist.
Two down. The more cruelly and overwhelmingly I dealt with the enemies, the more power surged through my body.
"Aim for the brat! Ignore the bullets! They won't kill the Awakened!"
The men's judgment wasn't wrong. Awakened can't be killed by ordinary bullets.
But. The executor of Callione.
They are specialists in restricting and subduing enemies who are immune to bullets.
With support from the executor, I crushed, smashed, and shattered the riffraff rushing at me.
The scene, a mix of blood, bullets, and the smell of gunpowder, was a battlefield.
Finally, when no one was left standing around me, the gunfire subsided.
"If there are any of you still breathing who want to live, lie face down on the ground."
As I took a deep breath and shook the blood and dirt off my hands, some of the men began to lie down.
"Good, good, obedient."
Indeed, the ancestors were right when they said that some people only come to their senses after being hit.
While wiping the blood on my hands onto my shirt, I heard a voice from the mansion.
"Damn it, what the hell is this!"
Ah, finally, he's here.
The boss of the Blunte Family, 'Red Club' Carlo Blunte.
A man who didn't realize he was already a discarded dog and continued to abuse his master's name.
"I just cleaned up, and now I have to get blood on me again."
As I grumbled and looked at him, our eyes met, and Blunte's face showed a look of disgust.
"You crazy brat... So, you're the executor sent by Vito Callione, that old man? Why would I be scared of a brat like you?"
Even in this situation, he tried to take control, smiling as if he was at ease.
Just as I was about to tell him to stop showing off, another voice came from behind me.
"Of course. You should be scared. Carlo."
A black fedora, a stylish beard, a black suit, and white gloves.
If 'dignity' were to be personified, it would look like this. The man who came to mind.
The right-hand man of my father and the best hitman of Callione.
Farnello Lamici, the sword of Callione.
"Are you aware of who he is, Carlo, to speak so lowly of him?"
"F-Farnello Lamici...! Why are you here?!"
Blunte's expression hardened when he saw Farnello. He clearly hadn't expected him to be here.
"This is the first mission of the young master of our Callione. I came to see how well he would do."
Saying this, he kicked one of the men lying on the ground.
"Chair."
"......Gah."
The man got up and knelt down. Farnello sat on his back, crossing his legs.
He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and smiled as he exhaled the smoke.
"I'll be cheering for you, young master."
"......Okay."
This was the two requests I made to my father.
To go on the mission to execute the Blunte Family with another executor, Farnello, and to have a one-on-one fight with Blunte.
I asked my father for this to get the reward that could only be obtained by capturing this guy alone.
During the game, my final concept character, the Godfather.
When I played 'Saber Crow,' I accidentally fought the Blunte Family before Callione.
It was a simple matter. In a competition with Callione, I ended up fighting the Blunte Family and had a one-on-one with Blunte, and the item I obtained then was.
'Midas' Glove.'
[Midas' Glove]. An artifact with the ability of [Immutability], which cannot be torn or destroyed.
To see the end of the game with my body developed in hand-to-hand combat, I needed that item.
As soon as I asked my father to entrust me with the Blunte matter, a quest appeared.
[Hidden Quest]
[Traitor of the Organization]
[Carlo Blunte has realized the power of the artifact he obtained and is planning to collect artifacts to absorb Callione. Kill Carlo Blunte!]
[Objective: Carlo Blunte's death and incapacitation]
[Reward: Midas' Glove, new trait]
A quest with a trait as a reward appeared.
I would be a fool to miss this opportunity.
Father is already strong enough, so it should be fine for me to have this.
"Ha! Damn Callione. So, you're going to gang up on me now?"
"Funny. Do you really think you're worth that much?"
"What!?"
"I'm enough to handle you alone."
Blunte's expression crumpled when he heard my words.
"Me? The head of the Blunte Family, known as the Bloody Club? You want me to fight a snot-nosed brat like you?!"
Yes, get angry. Fill your head with rage.
"Farnello! The organization has no right to do this to me! Even if I am to be executed, the organization has a duty to give me an honorable battle!"
"You're a traitor, yet you talk so much."
"What?"
Blunte turned his head sharply and glared at me, having heard my muttering.