The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Maximo's Accident

The entire casino that was originally crowded, this time turned tense. All eyes were on a man in a hat who was pointing his gun at the head of a fat man who claimed to be named Maximo. Beside him was a woman who was struggling to open her eyes to see what was happening around her.

Samantha faintly saw a gun pointed at the fat man sitting beside her. The man who had been teasing her for a while.

“Hey, armed knight, shoot him. He was disrespectful to me. He's taking me to bed. What a jerk, right? I can already imagine that he would snore all night, driving me crazy!” babble Samantha who once then smiled cynically at the man with a red face extinguished with anger. He looked at Samantha with annoyance.

Maximo glanced at Samantha who seemed to have started to fall by slapping her head on the table.

“How dare you put a gun on me just because of this drunken pel4cur ramble. You don't know who I am?” The man stood up straight while patting his chest proudly. His distended stomach also challenged the flat-bellied Maximo.

“I'm Maximo! Maximo Cortez!” He exclaimed with vigor and stared intimidatively at every pair of eyes that looked at him with fear. Of course they were afraid every time they heard Maximo's name called let alone the man claiming to be Maximo.

"How dare that young man. Bluffing a Maximo with a small weapon. He certainly did not know, if Maximo could kill someone with just a pencil." someone commented softly and was heard by two people named Maximo it. One person smiled proudly and one song smiled wryly. Apparently what his prowess was like was already known by many people.

Dor's!

One bullet shot into the air by Maximo made the fat man stunned, as well as the two people who whispered to each other earlier. Some women screamed in fear and hid in search of shelter.

“You said you were Maximo?” Maximo smiled sarcastically as he stared intently at the pair of red and glaring male eyes.

“Yes, what do you want? Wanna fight me? Want me to tear down your little efforts and I'll stomp on my feet?” the fat man remained with his confident confession. He mounted horses to face Maximo.

Maximo smiled a little. This fat man was so aware of the sentence he used to say to his business opponents. Who exactly is this guy?

“No, I just didn't think Maximo was this old and fat. How did you run away from the police with your round body? Is there a loophole in Los Angeles that can hide you? Doesn't your body turn upside down when it slips?” Maximo said harshly. He can estimate that the height of the man may be only about 155 cm and his weight is above serratus fifty kilograms. His stomach was swollen as if it was about to erupt.

Paul smiled at Maximo's sarcastic speech and became his trademark.

“Shut! You think I don't dare to face you?” The man turned his gun back to Maximo. Slightly looked up because due to their high range which is quite much different.

Paul immediately reacted, about to pull out his weapon, but Maximo forbade it. With the corner of his eye, Maximo saw that the man was about to pull the trigger. At the same time, Maximo pulled the trigger faster and shot the man in the right arm.

“Argh!” The man groaned in pain as the bullet first penetrated his arm, lodged in his chest bone and seemed to be crushed. His weapon fell down along with the blood dripping on the cream-colored ceramic floor.

“Job!” the man cursed.

Dor's!

“Aarrgghh!” It was growing louder and more painful. He looked at Maximo tremblingly, as if he were dealing with an angel of death.

“What's your name?” that was the question Maximo asked.

“Maximo.” The man answered the same name.

Dor's!

Maximo's next shot was on the man's left foot. The man was in more pain with his body drenched in blood.

“I ask once again, what is your name?” this time it was the head of the fat man that he was holding with a gun and was ready to press the trigger if this man's answer was still careless.

“Ni-Nicholas!” the man replied in a hurry to stutter. His body trembled not only from enduring the pain, but also from the fear of seeing Maximo's increasingly sharp gaze.

Hearing the man's real name being called, Maximo gave a small smile. “Lain times, use your real name. Do not use someone else's name.”

Dor's!

One more shot Maximo gifted the man in the left arm until the man's body collapsed on the floor. No one helped him as the man grimaced and rolled around in pain. Maximo immediately grabbed Samantha's unconscious body and carried her and took her away. This girl's game of dicasino is over.

“When did you stop testing me?” maximo muttered immediately stepping past the shriveled body lying helplessly.

“Check the male's background,” Maximo's word to Paul.

“Good, sir,” said Paul obediently. He smiled wryly as he passed by Nicholas who was rolling around in pain on the floor, like a pufferfish swimming in his own blood.

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