Marco swiftly grabbed the leader by the collar, pulling him forward before delivering a calculated punch to his chest. The force was measured, just enough to send the leader stumbling back into his men without causing serious harm. The leader quickly regained his footing, his face flushed with anger. “Attack the intruders!” he shouted, his voice echoing with fury.
The guards immediately activated the electricity in their batons, the crackling sound filling the air as they charged toward Marco and Carlo.
Marco and Carlo exchanged a quick glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They moved in perfect sync, their coordination seamless as they faced the oncoming threat.
Marco ducked under the swing of a baton, his movements fluid and precise. He spun around, delivering a swift kick to the guard’s midsection, sending him sprawling to the ground. As another guard lunged at him, Marco sidestepped effortlessly, using the guard’s momentum against him to flip him over onto his back.
Meanwhile, Carlo was a whirlwind of motion. He parried a baton strike with his forearm, then countered with a sharp elbow to the attacker’s jaw. Without missing a beat, he pivoted, catching another guard with a powerful roundhouse kick that sent the baton flying from his grip.
The two of them moved like a well-oiled machine, their actions perfectly timed and executed. Marco leaped over a low sweep, landing lightly on his feet before delivering a rapid series of punches that left his opponent dazed. Carlo, on the other hand, used his agility to weave through the crowd, disarming guards with swift, precise movements.
Carlo ducked just in time to avoid a swinging baton, causing two guards to accidentally collide with each other. Their electrified batons made contact, resulting in a comical zap sound, and both guards stood frozen for a moment, eyes wide in surprise, before they comically convulsed and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Nearby, another guard attempted a wild swing at Marco, but missed entirely, hitting his fellow guard squarely on the back of the head. The unfortunate guard’s helmet flew off, and he staggered forward, his eyes crossing comically before he slumped to the floor.
Marco couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, giving Carlo a playful nudge. “Nice move,” he quipped, dodging another attack with ease.
Carlo grinned, “I call it the ‘shock and awe’ technique.”
In another corner, a guard tried to charge at Carlo, but tripped over his own feet, sending him flying face-first into a wall. He slid down slowly, leaving a trail of blood and a bit of snot on the wall, before landing in a heap on the floor.
Meanwhile, Marco sidestepped a punch from a particularly burly guard, who, in his momentum, ended up punching another guard in the face. The unfortunate recipient of the punch spun around dramatically, a tooth flying out of his mouth in a perfect arc before he collapsed with a groan.
With the guards now sprawled across the floor in various states of disarray, only the leader remained standing, looking around in disbelief at his fallen men. He hesitated, clearly unsure whether to continue the fight or make a run for it.
Marco and Carlo turned to face him, their expressions a mix of amusement and confidence. “So, what’s it going to be?” Marco asked, raising an eyebrow.
The leader gulped, realizing he was outmatched. “Uh, maybe we can talk about this?” he suggested, his bravado quickly fading.
Carlo chuckled at the leader before grabbing him by the neck. “Take us to your boss,” he commanded, giving the leader a push to lead the way.
With no other choice, the leader scratched his head in frustration and began walking toward the main villa, leading the two intruders.
The villa was the epitome of luxury, with its opulent decor and lavish furnishings. Every detail was meticulously crafted, from the intricate patterns on the marble floors to the grand chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. In the center of the room, a man in his fifties sat comfortably on a plush sofa, engrossed in watching “Boku no Pico.” He was at a particularly intense scene when the villa doors suddenly swung open, revealing the leader of his guards entering the room.
The man, Mr. Duran, frowned at the interruption and addressed the guard. “What’s going on?” he asked, irritation evident in his voice.
“Mr. Duran,” the guard began, trying to maintain his composure, “there are two businessmen here to discuss a deal.”
Mr. Duran furrowed his brow, puzzled. “I don’t have any appointments today. Tell them to leave,” he instructed, waving his hand dismissively.
Just as the guard was about to comply, a voice echoed through the room, accompanied by the sound of footsteps. “Isn’t it a bit rude to send away guests when we’re already here?” Carlo’s voice rang out confidently.
Mr. Duran turned to see Carlo and Marco entering the room, his expression souring at the sight of the uninvited guests. The boss sighed deeply, sensing from his front guard’s demeanor that the arrival of these two men had not brought good news. He gestured for Marco and Carlo to sit on the sofa across from him.
“Please, have a seat,” Mr. Duran said, trying to maintain an air of authority despite the situation.
Marco and Carlo settled into the plush sofa, their expressions calm and composed. Mr. Duran leaned back in his chair, eyeing them with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
“So, what brings you gentlemen here?” Mr. Duran asked, feigning politeness.
Marco didn’t mince words. “We’re here to arrest you for your illegal activities,” he stated bluntly, his gaze unwavering.
Mr. Duran burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the luxurious room. He grinned at them mockingly, clearly amused by their boldness. “You two think you can take me down? Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?” he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.
Marco and Carlo remained unfazed. Marco casually plucked a grape from the table, popping it into his mouth, while Carlo picked up a banana, crossing his legs in a relaxed manner.
Marco smirked, “You know, Mr. Duran, I’ve always heard that grapes taste better when you’re relaxed. Turns out, it’s true.”
Carlo chuckled, taking a bite of his banana. “And bananas are great for keeping your energy up. You might want to try one, Mr. Duran. It seems like you’re going to need it.”
Their nonchalance seemed to irritate Mr. Duran, who signaled to his guard to close the villa doors. The heavy doors shut with a resounding thud, sealing them inside.
“This will be your final resting place,” Mr. Duran declared, his voice cold and menacing. “Next year, we’ll be celebrating your death anniversary.”