Jenny noticed five armed guards patrolling the area and quickly reported it to the group. “There are five armed guards patrolling nearby,” she whispered urgently.
“Let me handle this,” Diego said confidently. He cleared his throat, adjusted his voice, and let out a comical, exaggerated cry for help.
The group struggled to suppress their laughter, grinning and shaking their heads at Diego’s antics. Despite the humor, his plan worked, drawing the attention of the five guards.
Two of the guards exchanged puzzled glances. “Did you hear that?” one asked.
“Yeah, let’s check it out,” the other replied, curiosity piqued.
As the guards approached cautiously, aware that the gate was open, Joy stepped out, appearing weak and vulnerable. Her tattered clothing revealed glimpses of her skin and the edge of her bra, adding to the illusion of vulnerability they hoped to project.
One of the guards couldn’t help but notice Joy’s state, his eyes lingering for a moment with a hint of interest. “Was that you who called out?” he asked, his curiosity mixed with a touch of admiration.
Joy nodded, her voice soft and feigned with weakness. “Yes, it was me. Something happened to our friends.”
The guard, momentarily distracted by Joy’s appearance, asked, “Are there more of you?”
Joy nodded again, “There are about ten of us.”
Excited by the prospect, the guard quickly ordered his companions, “Escort them all inside.”
The other guards, assuming the rest of the group was in a similar state, followed Joy’s lead, ready to assist. As the five guards stepped out of the gate, they were greeted by the comically exaggerated expressions of One Eye, Diego, and the rest of the group. The scene quickly turned into a humorous spectacle.
One Eye, with his mischievous grin, clung to one of the guards as if he were swooning, playfully pretending to be weak and in need of help. “Oh, save me!” he exclaimed dramatically, batting his eyelashes in an over-the-top manner. The guard, caught off guard by One Eye’s antics, nearly gagged at the unexpected whiff of his breath.
Meanwhile, Diego, with his large frame, mimicked One Eye, wrapping his arms around the guard who had given the orders in a tight embrace. “Don’t let go, I’m terrified!” Diego exclaimed, his voice trembling with mock fear. The guard, bewildered by Diego’s unexpected hug, stood frozen in place.
Marco and Carlo joined in the fun, each leaping onto two more guards with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Help us, we’re so scared!” they chorused, clinging to the guards with playful desperation.
Jenny, not to be left out, jumped onto the last guard, causing a ripple of envy among the others. “Oh, thank goodness you’re here!” she said with a wink.
One Eye, still clinging to his guard, began to babble nonsensically. “Did you know that penguins can’t fly but they sure can waddle like pros?” he said with a wink, causing the guard to chuckle despite himself.
Diego, maintaining his bear-like hug on his guard, added, “I once wrestled a bear, and let me tell you, you’re much scarier!” His exaggerated shiver of fear made the guard laugh nervously.
Marco, hanging onto his guard, started singing a silly song about lost socks and mismatched shoes, while Carlo, not to be outdone, began reciting a poem about the woes of stepping on a Lego piece in the dark.
Meanwhile, Jenny, with her charm and subtlety, focused her attention on her guard. Her voice was soft and inviting as she spoke, “You must be the bravest of them all to come to our rescue.” The guard, feeling a strange warmth and a sense of pride, couldn’t help but be captivated by her presence.
Jenny continued to charm the guard, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she were about to kiss him. The guard, entranced by her allure, felt his heart race and a warmth spread through him.
Meanwhile, one of the guards noticed something alarming. He spotted the gate guards lying on the ground, unconscious and clearly not breathing. Panic surged through him as he shouted to his companions, “Something’s wrong! Look over there!”
The other guards turned to see the bodies behind Lucas, realizing too late that they had been deceived. Before they could react, a sudden dizziness overcame them. Their vision blurred, and they collapsed to the ground, unconscious, with foam forming at their mouths.
Jenny revealed a syringe in her hand, tossing it aside with a satisfied smirk. Diego, along with the others, also lifted their own syringes, showing that each had played a part in the plan. They discarded the syringes onto the ground.
Diego declared, “A potent toxin,” and spat on the guard he had embraced earlier. The group had successfully neutralized the threat and cleared the way. Together, they moved deeper into the compound, ready to continue their mission.
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Meanwhile, at the Sicilian Familia villa, an elderly man with a dark expression sat firmly in a chair. In front of him was another elderly man with a teasing grin. “Looks like you’re the target of this group now,” Don Ramon said, smirking.
The man with the dark expression, Don Kulas, the Don of the Sicilian Familia, replied, “Three major families under my protection fell simultaneously within a day and night. There’s no way to clean up the scene because my higher-ranking contacts haven’t shown up or answered calls.”
As they discussed the dire situation, a nervous and panicked subordinate entered the room. “Don, it’s chaos in front of the main businesses of the three major families,” he reported. “There are rallies, people protesting about the deaths and disappearances, claiming each company is involved.”
Don Kulas’s anger flared at the news. The subordinate hesitated, unsure whether to continue. Noticing this, Kulas commanded, “Speak up.”
The subordinate nodded, “Turn on the TV.” Don Kulas grabbed the remote and switched on the television. He froze as the news unfolded before him: five high-ranking officials, his contacts, were found dead. The report claimed they died from excessive drinking.
Fury consumed Don Kulas; his strategic cards were gone. The subordinate continued, “We’ve found a lead. The attacks on us and the Costa Familia are led by someone named Lucas De Luca, the chairman of the Luca Group.”
Don Kulas’s expression darkened further. “I haven’t settled the score with this man, and he continues to target us. It’s time to confront this Lucas!”