The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
A Little Hint's

Jules turned back to Adriano. But this time Adriano did not want to remain silent. He walked slowly towards the front door and opened it slightly. Looked a man with a neat beard with black hair, glasses, and black hat. The man smiled at him.

Adriano was silent but did not respond. He observed the man from head to toe. The foreign man wears clothes and attributes that are all black. “What do you want?” adriano asked coldly and flatly.

“Confer, Mr. D’Angelo. Can we talk inside?” ask the stranger. From his accent, Adriano can confirm that the man is from America.

“Are you a friend of Marcus Bolt?” Adriano glared at the tall man. The man's height even slightly surpassed that of the tall Adriano.

“You could say so. Marcus is our most valuable asset. We really do not want to find trouble with anyone,” said the man. “Oh, yes, my name is Lionel, by the way,” he said as he reached out.

Instead of shaking back, Adriano even pulled the man's hand and twisted back to stick on the back. He then grabbed his gun, then pointed it at the male temple named Lionel. “You all back off or I blow this guy's head off!” gertak Adriano sonorous. The people dressed in black looked at each other from a distance. However, they did nothing, as if waiting for orders from someone.

“Jules!” still in the doorway, Adriano shouted to his confidants.

“Ya, Boss?” Jules approached Adriano.

“Tell Ricci to call detectives and the Birmingham metro police,”. Jules nodded and ran to the top floor where Coco was.

“You can't call the police, Mr. D’Angelo. Believe me,” Lionel raised a hand because Adriano had cocked a long barrel gun with just one hand and was preparing to pull the trigger.

“Get your friends back down!" Adriano's orders. “I won't ask up to twice.” Feeling like he had no choice, Lionel could only take a deep breath and then wave his hand as a gesture to get his friends away.

“Another ten minutes, the police will arrive at this place. Of course you don't want your men caught, do you?” Adriano smirked cynically, then looked ahead. He walked back and closed the door with his feet while dragging Lionel, then sat him in a chair not far from Marcus Bolt.

The man's face suddenly pias when he saw his friend bound in an unconscious condition. “Who made him this way?” growled slowly.

“I,” replied Adriano. “Is there a problem?” his frequent.

Lionel was stunned and stared intently at Adriano. After that, he watched the surroundings. Four American Pitbulls died in the middle of the room. They just lay with holes in some parts. Lionel also noticed one by one Adriano's men who were ready with their weapons. Adriano himself carried two semi-automatic pistols around his waist, as well as a long-barreled rifle that was now aimed at his head. “Explain to me about all this!” press Adriano in a cold and flat tone.

“Listen, Mr. D’Angelo. I'm the same as you, don't want all this mess to happen. I'm just escorting my friend who you're now hostage,” elak Lionel.

“Ku hostage? Didn't you see him attacking my residence?” adriano's intonation began to rise.

“Marcus told me that he only wanted to visit his old friend,” the pretext of Lionel.

“Visiting old friends by bringing and deploying wild dogs to attack me?” Adriano laughed cynically while shaking his head. “Quickly tell me what you want and what is the intent behind everything that happened! What's your relationship with Thomas Bolton!” his jolt.

Lionel again showed a surprised look. A moment later, he managed to master himself and smiled. “Good. I thought it was useless to make a show,” Lionel lowered his head for a while, then looked up while chuckling softly.

“We're in charge of keeping Marcus Bolt alive, because as I said, Marcus is an asset. He's the smartest person in the organization. Losing him is the same as losing strength,” he explained.

“What organization?” hiss Adriano.

Lionel let out a long sigh before answering Adriano's question. He looked at Marcus. The plontos-haired man's head began to twitch, indicating that he was beginning to roar. “Hei, Marcus! Wake up! Solve this misunderstanding!” exclaim Lionel.

Marcus did not respond. He shook his head slowly while squinting. Instantly he was wide-eyed, when Adriano's muzzle was pointed. Realizing he was bound, Marcus moved his body firmly while stomping at the chair he was sitting on. “Hey, relax!” snapped Jules. “Do you want me to hit again?” threaten her.

Marcus stopped and looked to the right. ”Lion! He also managed to catch you?” he cried in disbelief.

“Stop!” adriano's voice boomed, making the atmosphere in the living room suddenly become silent. “Explain exactly what do you mean?” the muzzle of Adriano's rifle is right in the middle of Marcus's forehead. Lionel was silent at seeing all of that.

“Adriano D’Angelo, or should I call you Piccola Tigre (small bean)?” Marcus grinned. For a moment, Adriano was stunned. It was the usual call that the mother had pinned on him. No one knows that call but him and Domenica.

“Where did you know that?” search Adriano.

“Oh, I know about the ins and outs of my prey,” Marcus laughed out loud, until his head turned to the ceiling of the room.

“You're a madman apparently. We see now, who turned into a victim? Since this little tiger had already turned into a black tiger,” Adriano pulled the trigger and slid a bullet in Marcus' right leg.

“Just end it all, Marcus! You've endangered us all!” so Lionel started to panic.

Marcus grimaced with the pain, then looked at Adriano full of anger. “You killed the wrong man, Adriano! You took out Andreja and Thomas! Though not those who should be the target of your revenge!” snapped it.

“Tell what you mean!” Adriano is back ready to pull the trigger. However, this time he aimed at Marcus's groin.

“Mr D”Angelo, relax. Let me explain,” Lionel who was not bound from the beginning, immediately stood up and approached Adriano.

“Stay in your place, Mister!” Adriano turned the tip of the gun muzzle to Lionel's head. Inevitably, the man sat back in his place. “We are just an organization looking for food from clients,” Lionel started his narration.

“Don't beat around the bush!” sahut Adriano's.

“Look, Marcus is one of our members. He's in control of the IT section. He is also the one looking for clients for us,” Lionel explained.

“What client do you mean?” ask Adriano in a flat tone.

Lionel took a deep breath, then smiled softly. “We are a hitman organization and have many clients, especially from among government officials around the world to the rich and even the mafia. They often hire our services to annihilate rivals, or anyone they dislike. However, one code of conduct for all hitmen around the world, namely we are prohibited from revealing who our clients are despite the life of the bet.”

“Then?”

“Then, that afternoon you came to Marcus. Somehow, you found an internet page belonging to this colleague of mine. He's a gun enthusiast. He knew a lot about the ins and outs of firearms and wrote them down on a personal page. You then show a picture of four bullets that Marcus happens to know for sure one of the bullets,” explained Lionel. He then stopped and glanced at Marcus who looked resigned. However, the look in his eyes looked strangely at Lionel.

“Marcus mispronounced. Supposedly, he didn't give you that link. It was tantamount to unlocking the secrets of our organization,” Lionel stared intently at Marcus.

“That's not what I mean! I gave the link that led Adriano to Andreja, so that Andreja would kill him! However, what happened was quite the opposite!” argue Marcus.

“Why do you want me dead?” ask Adriano not to understand.

“You're stupid or how, huh! The hit man can't be revealed! We have to protect our fellow colleagues and clients! If someone is investigating a case where the suspect is a hitman, then the investigator must be stopped to keep the organization safe. That's why the Matteo de Luca case has never been revealed, because it involves an assassin organization,” Marcus explained.

“Are you the Jungle Eagle ever mentioned by Marcus Bolt?” ask Adriano again.

Lionel's face suddenly turned deathly pale hearing that name. “Don't say that, Mr. D’Angelo. The Jungle Eagle is not an organization. He is someone who until now has never revealed his identity. I'm sure he's not part of us!”

“Marcus says .…”

“I only answered your question back then!” marcus just cut Adriano's words. “At that time you asked, whose bullet was in the picture. I replied that I only recognized two of them. I know sooner or later, you're gonna find out who the bullet is. Therefore, I tried to silence you by pointing to Andreja. However, even Andreja who was actually killed by you!”

“Two of those bullets belong to a hitman who took shelter under our organization, Mr. D’Angelo. Andreja Borislav and Thomas Bolton. Those who took part in killing Matteo de Luca, on the orders of the client,” said Lionel.

“Who is your client?” cecar Adriano's.

“As described earlier. It is a code of conduct and an absolute obligation not to disclose who our clients have hired. Please shoot me in the head. However, I will remain silent,” Lionel stared at Adriano kalem. He seemed sure of what he said.

Feeling deadlocked, Adriano moves on to Marcus. “If you don't want to talk, then let Marcus reveal,” he said calmly.

“Indeed, I suggest you kill Marcus. He has left too many traces and chaos, even though there are we who accompany. Imagine if he acted alone,” the innuendo that Lionel addressed to Marcus was making Adriano rethink.

“Why should you accompany Marcus?” Adriano scrunched his forehead.

“She said she wanted to make a calculation with you that has killed two of our members, one of whom is the older brother of Marcus himself,” Lionel smiled when he saw Adriano looked surprised. “Yes, Mr. D’Angelo. Thomas Bolton is the older brother of Marcus Bolt, aka Mark Bolton.”

“Oh, so so apparently,” Adriano smiled cynically.

“However, instead of Marcus take care of everything. He made this even more complicated. Problems spread everywhere. The secrecy of our organization is in danger and it all starts from the link provided by him,” Lionel shook his head while clucking softly.