THE MAFIA!

Chapter 87's

Michael descends the private jet stairs with Jack and Dimitri walking behind them. While below were many black-clothed bodyguards who welcomed his arrival.

Some of the bodyguards were shocked by Chania's bulging stomach. But they could only swallow all the curiosity. No one dared to ask questions or even just exchanged lyrics.

But behind it all, they were very happy. Because there will be Michael Junior who will later become the heir to the throne that their leader.

"Good day, Young Master!" greet the guards at once as Michael reaches out to the line of guards.

"Hm!" michael answered flat.

Michael and Chania's hands were still clutching each other. Linking fingers, as if uniting their love. Michael, who used to walk as fast as lightning, is now walking more slowly than his pregnant wife.

A black limousine with a bodyguard ready to open the door was waiting. Behind it are several other types of cars, there are Hummer and Jeep ranges for bodyguards.

"Run our secret plan, Jack!" smirked Michael at Jack who walked slightly behind him.

"Ready, Master!" jack replied no less.

Everyone got into the car that was prepared for them. One by one the cars went hand in hand leaving the private jet runway. Passing through a special and narrow hallway, which only fit one car, until all Michael's troops stopped for a few seconds because of the queue. Until all the cars are back on their way, get away from the airport.

"Everything will be fine." - Ogre Michael clasped Chania's hand sitting on her right side.

"Hmmm.." Chania nodded. He believes Michael is difficult to beat, but even so there is a sense of worry. Remembering her who can't move freely.

The car runs at standard speed. Chania looked at the street outside the sun-lit window. Hands were unceasingly rubbing his stomach.

As for Michael, the man continued to focus on the special communication device he was wearing in the ear.

Praakk!

Jeep's rearguard glass was cracked with a dot in the middle. Fortunately, the incoming bullet didn't hit anyone.

"The rear car was attacked, sir!" the guard report on the Jeep.

"Prepare yourself!"

"Ready!"

At once all the troops of nearly 40 men answered simultaneously. Divided into 3 Jeeps, 1 Limousine, 1 CRV, and 1 Hummer.

All hands are ready with their own weapons. Those who are trained with one gun one knife then hold both. Those who were trained with long-barreled weapons had already prepared it in front of the chest.

And another army immediately drove a large vehicle towards the position where they were attacked. Yep! the car with the missile-carrying troops immediately came out of its nest.

One by one Michael's men inside the Jeep came out and took aim through the window.

"Damn! there's 10 cars chasing us!" yell out the rear guard.

"Don't let your guard down! there should be no casualties in our army!" said Michael. He was also prepared with a Glock pistol in the door hole of his car.

Michael always grieved and saddened every time there were troops who had to die on the battlefield. Because they are the protective forces of his life.

The sound of a simple bullet eruption - a speech on the toll road that went nowhere other road users. Can - the streets can always be suddenly quiet when there is a sudden battle though.

Or is everyone in command of the plan?

Or already in booking mode by the enemy?

I don't know, the world of war that is synonymous with the black world is difficult for ordinary people to estimate.

Even a Chania who had tangled with the Mafia Boss was still having trouble digesting.

Bullets from the Black Hold clan and the enemy clan that were under the leadership of the woman of half a century old were still kept unpretentious.

A Michael guard pointed a long barrel gun backwards through a bullet hole in the back glass. Take aim at the front-most Jeep driver.

Realizing he was in incar, the driver maneuvered using his flagship Jeep. Makes Michael's bodyguard difficult to direct the target. Yet...

Dorr!

One shot from the other friend managed to land on the driver's head when in the sense of the shot can be expected from the position he was sitting. Until the enemy Jeep car to the right and to the left, then ended by hitting the road divider.

"Good job!" exclaim the first investigator.

Some people had trouble getting out of the Jeep through the window. Before they managed to get out and chase, the first investigator directly pulled the trigger to three people who looked completely exposed.

But unexpectedly the enemy's second Jeep has pointed its weapon back to the Jeep rear of Michael's bodyguard.

The bullet landed on the rear tire, and immediately made the car look good.

"Suck!"

Not wanting to stay silent, Jeep in front of him immediately helped by shooting at the enemy car. Until the second time an enemy Jeep hit a roadblock.

The battle continues. Equally - similarly having a powerful bodyguard of almost the same amount made the situation change in a matter of minutes.

Two Jeep bodyguards Michael slammed into a roadblock. With one Jeep driver killed by a bullet that penetrated his temple.

Learning from what they did before, the survivors chose to stay inside the Jeep and pretend to be dead or unconscious. When all the enemy's cars passed, they went out and told their master.

"No more Jeeps escorting your car, sir!" the bodyguard said after opening the door.

"You heard that, Jack!"

"Ready, Master!" answer Jack.

While some Jeep Deborah's bodyguards were also destroyed in the same way. Even 7 of Deborah's bodyguards claimed lives.

Now the Hummer car carrying Deborah is right behind Michael's limousine.

Deborah herself was a fighter, but beside her was always General Royce. The best fighter commander Deborah has ever had. Since the husband died, General Royce was Deborah's right-hand man on the battlefield.

With a salary of tens of thousands of dollars, of course, Royce's ability is not just a mere experience.

"It's a bitch who found Madalena has left Los Angeles!" muttered Deborah with clenched hands. "You've got to pay for everything, Michael! You must die in my hands!" continued.

"What if something goes wrong and hits Kimberly's daughter, Mrs Deborah!" ask Royce. "Given that Michael is actually not an easy opponent to beat!"

"Then you're the one who's gonna die!" hiss Deborah was upset by Royce's question as if doubting her own strength.

"All right! get everything ready!" Royce ordered his men inside the Hummer. "Make sure you aim for Michael Xavier's head!" said Royce did not want to dissolve in the anger of his boss.

"Ready!"

Hummer chasing the limousine?

Of course it is very easy for Hummer to pursue a Limousine which in fact opens a race car or war car.

***

"How's it?" chania asked worriedly, looking at Michael who looked quite calm.

He was sure his army would win. Deborah's army is not difficult. It's just ....

"Everything must be fine!" michael answered with his favorite Glock.

Chania looked around. Everything outside the window that made him feel was.

***

The glass of the car where Deborah sat was lowered. The woman quickly barges her gun against Michael's windshield.

The car's position is aligned. The greatness of the two drivers is no longer necessary to question. Same - same expert - same master driver employer.

Just a few seconds later, the glass of the car targeted by Deborah opened. A man's hand came out from there with the same weapon. But the man's head did not appear from behind the car glass that was still closed.

"You must die at my hands, Michael!" exclaim Deborah. "Chania should fall in my hands no matter how!" continued.

"What did you get by killing me, old lady!"

The man's voice reached Deborah's ears. Move a little, so you can see who the man behind the glass is.

Two pairs of eyes met, Deborah was stunned for a while. While the man in the Limousine car smiled cynically.

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Then what will happen? Why did Deborah round her eyes wide?

They were pointing guns at each other. Once pulled, both died.

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