Mafia Hunters

Punishment For Dewanto

I hit the boss with the shovel I picked up near where I was standing.

"Romantic is great, sir!" muttered.

"I think you're being too rude Jane!" Zidane said.

"We didn't come here to shoot a romantic comedy, sir!" I said while flipping over the boss's shriveled body.

"Look at him bleeding!" zidane said, shuddering in horror.

I just looked at Zidane's face with an indifferent look. I knew in his heart he would want to beat this guy even more cruelly.

"Next time you have to be softer, yeah!" Zidane's advice.

We wanted to take the boss away from this place immediately, but we have not yet stepped foot, instead came some guards who headed for the warehouse. Good thing I managed to pull the boss' body to safety and was nowhere to be seen with Leo. Zidane is hiding in the opposite direction to me.

Our goal is to bring in people Brian trusts to take care of his illegal business. I don't know what Zidane Arkana's goal is to do, but he ordered us to find and bring the man.

I heard gunshots fired by one of the oil refinery guards. But it seemed that the shot had no effect whatsoever on this huge room, I immediately prepared one of my pistols and looked towards Zidane who was also hiding in a different direction to me.

I gave the code to go forward together, but Zidane sneaked forward first. I could see how agile and powerful the martial techniques used by the European mafia were. From my hiding place, I saw two bodyguards emerge from the door, I just shot them straight away so as not to interfere with Zidane's movements.

Before long Zidane walked up to me leisurely, his handsome face splashed with blood and his hands were also covered in blood.

"Sir?" I said worried.

"I'm fine!" Zidane said.

We managed to get the boss away from there, we took the boss to an abandoned building where we were hiding this afternoon.

Zidane watched the boss closely, Boby also brought in two men deemed important in the mines.

"Jane you better go to Xia's!" whispered Boby who was standing next to me.

"I also want to hear what they are going to say to Mr. Zidane!" I answered in a whisper too.

Zidane gave Boby the code to flush water on the three fainted men.

The three of them came to their senses and looked sharply at Zidane who stood up and walked slowly towards the end of the building.

"How are you guys?" zidane asked gently to the three men who were almost that age.

"Sir Zidane!" the oil refinery boss said.

"Do you know Castello is the ruling mafia family in Italy?!" ask Zidane. "They survived for hundreds of years leading crime in Europe!"

"Why do you think they've been the leader of a mafia family in Italy for hundreds of years?!" Zidane asked the three of them a question.

"You want me to tell you?!" Zidane laughed with a sly smile.

"The Castello family has only one secret! Eze! Merciless to anyone, no siblings to the mafia, their brother is the most loyal to them!" said Mr. Zidane.

Zidane noticed two people who looked quite frightened because they faced directly with his figure, but the two people were not as afraid as Mr. Dewanto.

"You can choose to be loyal or not to me, after this!" zidane said to two other people besides Mr. Dewanto.

After preaching at length, Zidane finally approached Mr. Dewanto who was already urinating in his pants, with his satay. Zidane stroked Mr. Dewanto's head gently and heartily, as if he was caressing the lover he loved the most.

He told me to do this not because of romantic drama, right???

"This man has chosen to be unfaithful to me!" zidane said he smiled angrily and picked up the garden scissors in a container of tools that Boby had prepared in a fairly large box.

Why did the mobster suddenly pick up the garden scissors, what would he do with the tools commonly used by gardeners to cut through the branches of trees that disturb the scenery.

Zidane pulled out his seat right in front of Mr. Dewanto who had been tied up with a seat with his hands tied in front.

Zidane fingered one of Mr. Dewano's hands with a calm expression, while Mr. Dewanto was already trembling in fear.

"Please forgive me Mr. Zidane, I will do anything for you from now on!" mr. Dewanto said half in tears.

"You know I never gave a second chance to a traitor?!" Zidane said.

With full awareness Zidane cut off Mr. Dewanto's rivet finger with garden scissors.

"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk... Aaaackkkkk... Aaaaaaaaaakkkk!" shouted Mr. Dewanto and accompanied by a smile Zidane.

Blood pouring profusely from the base of the broken finger, Zidane showed off the pinky finger to the owner.

"Don't cry like that, Mr. Dewanto! There are 19 fingers on your body!" Zidane said.

I felt like I was going to faint hearing that word. This person will cut off 10 human fingers while the human is still alive.

"Yyrsanakkkkkkkkkkkkk...!" Shouted Mr. Dewanto again.

Without notice Zidane again cut off one of Mr. Dewanto's fingers.

"There are 18 more!" said Mr. Zidane who is still relaxed, he thinks he is cutting human nails.

"To... Long... Am... Puni me, sir!" said Mr. Dewanto who tried to endure the pain.

"Why would a man dare to die for Brian Devano be such a crybaby!" zidane said with a very relaxed face.

"How about we switch to the legs first!" Zidane continued.

Zidane retreated his chair and sat down squatting in front of Mr. Dewanto, taking off Mr. Dewanto's shoes and socks without disgust. Though I'm sure both of those things must have been very smelly.

"The right one first!" zidane said he took off the other shoe worn on Mr Dewanto's right foot.

The middle-aged man certainly did not expect, if the shoes he wore in the morning would be opened by someone like Zidane Arkana.

"Which finger was it?" ask Zidane to Mr. Dewanto.

"Punish me pakkkk... I...jan..ji akkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.....hissss........hhhhhhhhhhhhh!" shouted Mr. Dewanto again.

"Didn't the thumb hurt too much?" zidane asked, showing Mr. Dewanto's big toe on two other sandras and one immediately fainted.

I was also holding back nausea, because I could not bear to run to the other side of the building and mutated there.

"Why am I so weak, how can I repay Brian if I am this weak!" muttered.

The sound of Mr. Dewanto's screams again sounded in a row and more eerie in my ears.

I should be able to....

I have to be strong....

I went back again, and saw how the state of Mr. Dewanto who had been pale from losing a lot of blood.

Zidane continued the finger cutting event without words again, Mr. Dewanto also just shouted softly. Perhaps the pain had spread all over his body and made him numb.