The Asmara Jugar the Mafia

Scheming

Black Tower. In accordance with the instructions given by Adriano, Juan Pablo immediately headed to the place. For a moment, the man in a long t-shirt lined with blazers combined with jeans, stood for a while while watching the place around. There, the atmosphere is so quiet. There was not the slightest movement in the sharp gaze behind Juan Pablo's sunglasses. However, it actually makes the thirty-five-year-old man become more vigilant.

Careful and without giving up concentration, Juan Pablo stepped into the building with the door wide open. Right in front of the door, the man with a posture of 185 cm stopped and again observed the situation. He then reached into the gun hidden behind a black blazer on the back of his back. While continuing to watch the situation very carefully and vigilantly, Juan Pablo again continued his steps into the building.

Unlike most people, Latin American men who only came alone to it, walked combing every part of the building without cocking weapons. The gun was still held beside his body, but always ready to be shot if something made him feel threatened.

Juan Pablo's move came to a standstill, when he found the bodies of some of his dead men shot. He could recognize them from the special markings found on each other's clothes. However, the handsome man did not care much about the bodies, because the main purpose was to find Don Vargas.

Almost every part of the building he had checked, until finally the Mexican man arrived at a room with a condition that made him link his eyebrows. The floor of the room was wide open. When Juan Pablo checked, he saw a ladder leading to the basement. The honey-eyed man then decided to check on her immediately.

Still with a cautious step, Juan Pablo walked one by one row of stairs, until arriving at the bottom step. The dim atmosphere and musty smell mingled with an unpleasant aroma that burst into his sense of smell. He was very sure that it was the smell of blood that, although faint, could still be smelled. In addition, there are also other scents that make it feel more uncomfortable, namely a foul odor that is very pungent.

Juan Pablo stepped back, but soon the well-built man was stunned. Not far from where he was standing, there was a blood-soaked body lying on the floor. Instantly, his breath seemed to be stuck in the neck when he saw two rings on the fingers of the body that had become the corpse.

"El Yeso (Uncle)," deep and so heavy a voice came out from the lips of the exotic-faced man. Soon he approached the corpse. Juan Pablo then lowered his body by resting on the side of the knee that he bent. He stared at Don Vargas' body in torn and bloody clothes. One of the things that made Juan Pablo clenched his hand immediately was when he found that the body was in a state without a head.

"Which bastard would have dared to do this to you, El T?o?" snarl. With glaring eyes and a sharp look, Juan Pablo stood up again and examined the entire basement. But he found nothing there. Juan Pablo finally returned to Don Vargas' body. He examined every part of the body of the man he used to call uncle.

Right on the lower left wrist, there is a very deep X-shaped cut. Juan Pablo also found a silver pin engraved with Killer X: Assassin Alliance.

"Lionels!" juan Pablo's growl held back the anger that seemed to be exploding right then and there. Juan Pablo who was in a sitting position was clenched, clenching both hands.

The destruction of the fist was on the dirty floor, to cause a lump of dust that looks like thin smoke.

Great regret mixed with anger, making a very extraordinary grudge in him.

Without wasting any time, Juan Pablo immediately picked up Don Vargas' body. No matter the unpleasant smell that came out, from the corpse of the man who was now on his left shoulder. Juan Pablo strode gallantly towards the exit. On arrival near the car, he immediately laid Don Vargas' body into the back seat. After that, Juan Pablo then took off the blazer he was wearing to cover the head of Don Vargas that was lost somewhere.

Before starting the engine of his car, the Mexican man took a cell phone and contacted someone. "Arturo, prepare the funeral procession. I will arrive in Monaco as soon as possible" Juan Pablo said. Without waiting for an answer from the other person across the street, he immediately hung up the phone. After that, Juan Pablo rushed to drive to Monaco.

Driving for nearly twelve hours with a headless body was the first experience for the thirty-five-year-old man. However, all that was not felt at all, when he remained at the focal point, until the long journey ended in the heart of Monte Carlo. His arrival was immediately greeted with faces bowed in, as Juan Pablo came out of the car carrying a headless body. Without saying much, he passed by the guards there just like that.

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For a moment Juan Pablo forgot all the anger and resentment that had taken hold of him, as he followed and listened to the sermon of a priest until it was over. The man then stood solemnly as he watched the funeral procession of the man he had considered to be his own biological father.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Herrera," said Adriano, who was also present at the funeral. There also looks Arsen who from the beginning put a look of disbelief.

"I really don't believe in any of this. How could Don Vargas ...." Arsen took a deep breath. He chose not to continue with his words.

"Have you got a clue, about the perpetrator who killed Don Vargas?" ask Adriano.

“Ya!” juan Pablo answered briefly with a glittering honey-brown iris. “An old friend,” hisses slowly, but full of emphasis.

“On the basis of did he kill Don Vargas?” arsen asked softly and as if in disbelief.

“Business competition, Mr. Moras. In our world, it has become something commonplace. Mutual jockeying of territory and also absolute power is done if you want to survive,” Juan Pablo's tone sounds slow, but scary.

“Then, what will you do next? What about casino projects or other business projects that are still running?” it was Adriano's turn to ask.

“I will take over everything,” replied Juan Pablo flatly and coldly impressed. “Don't worry, Mr. D’Angelo. The casino cooperation project will continue to run and according to the original plan,” continued the man. Afterwards, Juan Pablo chose to be quiet and not say a word. His eagle's eyes continued to be fixed on the new earth mound before him. Don Vargas' coffin has been perfectly buried, leaving dozens of flower stalks thrown in front of the tombstone. Occasionally, Juan Pablo smiled faintly while replying to the words of some mourners who experienced him.

Adriano and Arsen were the last people in the cemetery, so he decided to say goodbye to Juan Pablo. “Do not hesitate to contact me if you need something,” Adriano said as he greeted Juan Pablo and patted the cold man's arm.

“Thank you for the last arrival and tribute from the two of you to Don Vargas,” Juan Pablo replied.

Adriano responded by nodding, then turned to Arsen. As if knowing the gesture from the blue-eyed man, Arsen nodded and passed from the cemetery with the chairman Tigre Nero. They entered Adriano's vehicle parked outside the gate.

“I did not expect that Don Vargas would die so soon,”, Arsen said after the car he was riding in had sped up and left the burial site.

“Me too,” Adriano said with a shrewd hand holding the wheel. He looks like he is thinking about something.

“I think Don Vargas is a man who has unlimited power,”.

Arsen glanced at Adriano. He could feel something hidden behind the blue-eyed man's sentence. “My instruction says if you know anything. Really it?” inquiringly.

Adriano did not answer immediately. He only chuckled softly while remaining focused on directing his attention to the deserted streets in front of him. “Consider if I want to get things done by borrowing Don Vargas' hand,” the answer is full of puzzles.

“What do you mean?” Arsen increasingly did not understand the direction of his close friend's conversation.

“I don't want to dirty my hands and harm myself anymore, or Mia will be really angry. After yesterday's attack that left Ricci injured, I had to rack my brain. So, I decided to use Don Vargas to finish someone off, but it turned out that he was the one who died,” Adriano took a slow breath. He is forced to rearrange his plans to eliminate Nenad and Lionel.