Day 12 of failing to clear the game
It was exactly 10 p.m. Mexican time.
The cold, openwork alloy door slowly closed, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.
The brightly lit manor had just seen off its last guest and was now officially entering the family's internal meeting time.
In the lounge, Adrian, who had been deliberately left behind by the boss, lay quietly on the carpet. A surveillance video, visible only to him, floated before him; the flickering lights and shadows seemed particularly mysterious in the dim room.
Adrian carefully examined the surveillance footage transmitted by the system.
Seated at the head of the long table was the big boss, his silvery-white sideburns gleaming coldly under the crystal chandelier. To his left sat the expressionless second boss, and to his right sat the pale-faced Veronica.
The boss and Cherode stood like two statues behind the big boss, always vigilant and protecting his safety.
"If you're going to put someone to trial, do it as soon as possible." The second boss broke the silence first, his voice irritated. "The parasites in the gang should have been eliminated long ago to avoid future trouble."
“You seem very confident,” the big boss said, not taking the second boss’s temper to heart.
In his eyes, the second boss was probably still the same guy who hadn't improved at all. Years had passed, but his emotions were still easy to read; he had only grown older but hadn't grown any smarter.
The big boss chuckled. Perhaps some of his brothers hadn't changed, since the second boss was easy to understand.
You're cursing me in your heart again!
The second boss's sudden remark startled everyone present, who couldn't guess what the first boss was thinking and continued to try to figure it out.
Based on his past experience, he affirmed: "Years have passed, and you still look at me with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot when you scold me. You always say I haven't improved, but how much have you improved yourself?"
"Use whatever tricks you have, one of us has to step down today!"
The second boss spoke resolutely; he had had enough of Francis. Today, it was either Francis's death or Francis's death—there was no other possibility.
"Don't rush, I'll settle accounts one by one." The big boss waved his hand gently, and only after seeing that the second boss had calmed down did he signal Peter to bring his men up.
Looking at Francis's pretentious and profound demeanor, the second boss felt secretly resentful. This man always acted mysteriously, as if he were the only smart person in the world, constantly jumping around and showing off his intelligence.
The big boss naturally understood the second boss's shallow emotions, and he sighed silently in his heart—they're all a bunch of fools.
If the second son had been even slightly more clever, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
The lingering scents of the banquet still hung in the air, a blend of wine and perfume, and one could almost imagine the elegant figures and graceful movements of the guests. Expensive hand-woven carpets covered the entire room, their intricate craftsmanship and luxurious materials silently showcasing the owner's wealth and status.
Steven was brought in and staggered to his knees.
"The person has arrived," the big boss said calmly.
Cherod, acting as a mouthpiece, nodded slightly to the big boss and walked up to Steven.
"Steven Francis, son of Alan Francis, do you know your crime?"
The figure curled up on the carpet struggled to stand up, but failed. Steven supported himself with one hand, letting the blood seep through his shirt and slowly flow down his sleeve.
“Yes, I am guilty,” he gasped. “My sin is indecisiveness, in not acting in time; my sin is greed, in wanting 100% success, forgetting that there is no such thing as a foolproof plan in this world.”
Cherod mechanically interrupted his monologue, like a puppet following a procedure, repeating the process of reprimand, confession, and sentencing.
Steven's gaze remained fixed on the big boss, never wavering. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Veronica's unusually silent figure.
The big boss suddenly turned to Veronica: "Don't you have anything to say? Tell me how you got involved with Steven, and how you introduced your good sister Mrs. Skovic. I'm very curious how you used Allen's death to deceive Steven and make him believe that I killed his father."
The second boss turned his head in shock, as if to ask what this was.
The big boss's gaze fell back on Steven: "Or, Steven, why don't you tell us?"
Steven simply repeated, "A loss is a loss, and I accept it."
Seeing Steven's smug expression as if he'd been sold out and was still counting the money, the big boss easily gave up questioning him.
"It seems Winnie is the one who knows the most."
Veronica's heart pounded.
Taking advantage of a lull, he spoke again: "Steven isn't the only one who has violated gang rules and harmed gang interests." "And, the night is still long, isn't it, Winnie?"
Veronica, who was called out, snapped back to reality, her eyes darting around. She was not only startled by the boss's friendly tone, but also shocked by the content of his words that showed he knew everything about her plans.
“To be honest, Winnie, you have disappointed me. I saved you from Mrs. Skevich, but you repay kindness with enmity for your unspeakable ambitions, continuing to collude with Mrs. Skevich and preferring to bet on her rather than reveal a single word to your benefactor.”
"Even if you might be acting, Veronica, why did you contact Deathstroke?"
Veronica was shocked: "Francis, how did you know?!"
Veronica, regaining her senses, knew she was completely under the boss's watchful eye. If he could get her to say something, he must have evidence. Besides, her subconscious reaction couldn't be faked, and there was no point in trying to deny it.
Veronica thought her mental fortitude was still lacking and that she needed to train it if given the chance.
The big boss said, "Ignore it. I'm glad you didn't try to argue. Meaningless resistance will only delay things."
The big boss then turned his gaze to the second boss, "Second brother, why don't you guess who among us is dishonest?"
The latter began to wonder: Who else could it be besides Steven and Veronica?
The second boss's gaze fell on Peter and Cherod, his murderous intent evident.
Tonight's banquet was supposed to be the moment for him and Francis to fight to the death, but instead, a despicable betrayal was added to the mix.
Those who collude with foreign enemies shall die!
As if some mechanism had been triggered, the second boss was no longer hiding. "Come out, all of you! Tie Peter and Cherod up!"
Before anyone knew it, the banquet hall was surrounded by a huge crowd.
Surrounded, Peter moved close to the big boss to prevent his men from being eliminated immediately.
The second boss leaned back in his antique chair and said, "You guys are all so mysterious and annoying. Now I want to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."
They're all surrounded; what chance do they have of a surprise attack?
The second boss was disdainful.
When asked to be riddle solvers, the second boss said he wouldn't listen if he didn't understand, and would explain the details to Satan.
Of course, the big boss can die tomorrow morning; after all, he's been his brother for decades.
A densely packed group of men in black stood like Moses parting the Sea, forming a gap.
The young man in the brown-grey suit who appeared on the terrace gave a gentlemanly bow.
Good evening, second boss and first boss.
Helam nodded to Peter again, "We meet again, Peter."
Cherod subtly winked at Peter, "Brother, when did you get involved with him?"
Peter's expression remained unchanged. God knows he and Helam were not familiar with each other at all. He did not respond to Cherod.
"Thank you for your greeting. I didn't expect you to remember me."
Second Boss: "I didn't expect you two to be so familiar. For the sake of Hailam, if you surrender now, I can let you off the hook. The same goes for Cherod."
"Join us and you'll have a lot of money and promotions. Like you, Cherod, who wanted to retire from crime, I promise you that, instead of clinging to you like your big boss does."
“Peter, if you agree, you will become my next successor, not just one of the heirs, which carries no weight.”
Peter knew that the second boss was openly poaching the boss's employees, but unfortunately, his attempt to poach them wasn't entirely innocent.
Cherod: "That sounds really good. If I were younger, I might have been interested, but it's too late."
He sighed repeatedly as he spoke, "Let's just take action. It's pointless to watch them jumping around and acting disgusting in front of me."
After saying that, he ignored the big boss and Peter, pulled the second boss in front of him, and approached Hailam.
Big Boss: ...
Peter: ...
Why is this not going according to plan? Peter was confused. He saw that all the important figures were present, and missing Judith would not affect the development of the situation.
"Boss, should we make a move now?"
Let's make the situation even more chaotic!
After assessing the situation, the big boss reluctantly agreed: "Let's get started."
He refused to look at the chaotic situation. The big boss's plan was to first try Steven, break down Veronica's defenses, and cause Mrs. Skevich's scheme to fail.
Instead of arm wrestling with the second son...
"What are you doing! Cherode, let me go!!" The second boss exclaimed in panic and anger.
Hailam's men, hesitant to act rashly, caused the gun emplacement to sink.
Fearing the former prestige of the big boss, some subordinates even turned against him on the spot.
Cherode smacked the second boss on the forehead, his tone arrogant: "Let you go, fine, let your men put down their guns."
"Put down the gun! Put down the gun quickly..."
...
The big boss pressed his temples, deliberately avoiding looking at his second brother, whose face was covered in blood from being beaten.
The people on the ground were not interrogated, while Veronica, who was tied to the chair, desperately scrambled backward.
A loud bang came from the banquet hall, which is made of titanium alloy.
The big boss recalled a familiar sound from his memory; it was someone blowing up the door with explosives.
"Hey old friend, your house's a mess."
A figure gradually became clear in the smoke and dust.
Everything is in chaos.
The big boss remained silent.
Standing there, the big boss Peter raised an eyebrow. What's with him?
The death knell swaggered into the banquet hall, the night wind blowing in from outside carrying a hint of rust.
If they could blow up the main gate, then everyone outside must be dead by now.
Big Boss: "Your entrance was too violent. Remember to compensate us."
Deathstroke didn't care. "I'll pay you back, I'll pay you back a hundred fans."
?
Peter was surprised. Was the big boss and Deathstroke very familiar? It didn't sound like he intended to pursue Deathstroke.
Peter looked at Deathstroke again, and Deathstroke was still exchanging pleasantries with the big boss.
It was still his familiar face and familiar posture. It turns out that the "familiar" in Deathstroke refers to the familiarity with people.
But it's not surprising that it was placed on the death knell, Peter pondered.
“Hey Peter, how much longer are you going to stand behind Francis?”
The big boss suddenly realized: "So he's your disciple. No wonder he's so skilled."
Deathstroke's lips curled up slightly as he cast an approving glance at the big boss.
How could Peter, who was trained by him, not be considered his disciple? When everyone thought Peter was his disciple, Peter also became his disciple.
Deathstroke is delighted; the truth will be revealed one day, and Batman, far away in Gotham, will surely be looking very pleased.
Peter, who was being watched by the two, quietly stepped back.
He didn't want to get close to anyone.
Deathstroke and the big boss ignored Peter and continued their conversation.
"Send Steven and the second son down, hand Veronica over to the Mexican police. The weapon you want is something Peter is monitoring and has nothing to do with the Francis family."
"What about my share?" the death knell cried out. His old friend was going to ruin his reputation; he couldn't afford to start that.
"You don't need to pay for the door. Besides, if I hadn't reacted quickly and bribed you, my head would be on your desk by now."
Deathstroke denied it: "No, given Peter's delays, we'll have to wait a few more days."
The big boss let out a soft scoff, "That's because I gave him enough benefits."
The big boss then promised Peter, "Don't worry, your status as heir will not change, but you must leave with Deathstroke, and you will only receive half of my inheritance."
Deathstroke: "You're trying to steal my man?!"
Deathstroke laughed in anger. They were practically friends anyway; he should be sent to hell sooner!
Peter spoke slowly: "Is there any possibility that I would take what I want myself?"
Therefore, there is no need to discuss his affiliation.
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