The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Testa di Cervo

Just before dawn, Juan Pablo just arrived at his residence, the city of Las Vegas. The luxury house is located in the suburbs, and quite quiet from the hustle and bustle of human activities. A place that is suitable for someone with a character like Juan Pablo Herrera.

The classic mustang that Juan Pablo was driving, drove slowly and stopped in front of the spacious courtyard of the magnificent building earlier.

The house is no longer inhabited, since Don Vargas decided to move to Monaco. Juan Pablo also deliberately did not hire employees to care for or clean the place, because the detectives and federal government agents have repeatedly monitored the residence. So, he purposely let it appear to be abandoned just like that.

With a tired face, Juan Pablo got out of the car while carrying Don Vargas' head wrapped in cloth. He walked across the living room. After that, he arrived at the living room, then stopped in front of a door he used to occupy when he was stopping to Las Vegas.

Very carefully, Juan Pablo placed the head of his beloved man on the table of the room facing the window. He took off the black shirt that had been soaked in sweat, then he threw it lightly on the floor. After that, she switched to jeans. However, when he lowered the thick pants, he found something in his pocket.

While frowning, Juan Pablo reached into the pocket of his jeans. Unexpectedly, he came across a small white flash disk. Juan Pablo was astonished, because he believed that he had never put that thing in there. He also saw the flash disk for the first time.

Juan Pablo was curious, so he decided to turn on the laptop that was right next to Don Vargas' head. The flash disk is placed on the side. A file containing one video recording appears on the screen. Hesitating, Juan Pablo pointed the cursor at the spin button.

Pedro's wrinkled face appeared there. The shady and thoughtful face smiled, as if looking at the interlocutor directly.

“Como estate, Chico? (How are you, son?)

“I hope you're always okay, Juan. Organization hasn't been the same since you chose to get out of here. Everyone's lost control, especially Melker. He felt like a god. Although he was the one who founded this association, but his attitude was too excessive to the other members," an opening words from the old man. Juan Pablo continued to take it very seriously.

“I always remember when he was a government spy. I was the one who always guided him, until he was trapped and betrayed. When Melker was expelled from the CIA, I resigned to continue working with him. I also helped to establish this great organization. However ...”

The old man stopped talking, apparently in the recording when he grabbed his phone, then typed something.

After that, Pedro looked back at the screen and started telling stories. “Melker is no longer the same. If you are willing, take the time to visit his wife and children. I know it's too much, but I don't think my life will be long. Save him and his little family. Give the man back to be like the Melker I knew before" Perdro solemnly pleaded.

“However, if Melker does not intend to change, then by force ...”

The man stopped talking for a moment and took a deep breath.

“Just finish us all, Juan,”. A moment later, the recording ended.

Juan Pablo scooped his face rough, then moved from the front of the computer screen. He threw himself on the bed with his eyes glaring at the ceiling. Unwittingly, the Mexican man was sound asleep for a while. Juan Pablo just woke up when the sound of an alarm so loud.

For a moment, the exotic-skinned man sat down. He was silent for a while as he gathered his energy and consciousness, while resting his hair backwards. JuanPablo came down and rushed out of the room. The alarm is a sign that someone has entered his house without permission.

Juan Pablo climbed the stairs to the second floor. There he entered one of the rooms filled with various kinds of weapons. The weapons were hanging on the wall. There are also neatly stored in the shelf.

He chose one long-barreled rifle left by his father, then filled it with bullets. After that, the man grabbed him. Don't forget he turned on the camera and the surveillance monitor in the room.

Juan Pablo pressed a few panel buttons in front of the monitor, but unfortunately he didn't catch any.

“Melker!” snarl. The man again operated the panel button, looking for images through the surveillance camera to every corner of the house. But still, he found nothing.

Juan Pablo finally stopped and prepared to pull the trigger. Now, he understood where Lionel was hiding. Slowly and silently, the Mexican man pulled the trigger and pointed it up the ceiling. However, before that happened, a bullet shot out of the window and penetrated the wall shelf made of glass until it splashed.

Immediately, Juan Pablo pointed his rifle towards the window. He was silent for a moment looking for the origin of the shot. One shot the man aimed at the window across the house. But the bullet didn't hit anything. “Ck!” Juan Pablo was upset. He was about to turn around, but first someone attacked and hit his jaw.

Juan Pablo staggered and almost fell. However, he was able to balance himself quickly, while pointing the long shotgun at the person in front of him who had now disappeared. “Hm, so is that it? You want to play around with me apparently,” grin the man nicknamed Eagle Jungle.

Lionel aka Melker took a few steps back to avoid. The man chuckled softly. “Basic destroyer!” meaning annoyed. “You know how much sacrifice I made to build that secret headquarters!” then touch.

“Still not worth it when compared to the death of el Tio,” replied Juan Pablo flatly.

“Gosh,” Lionel laughing out loud. “I really didn't think you were a Wild Eagle. I thought you were just his right hand. Looks like you've grown stronger since you left Killer X.” The man then clapped his hands, for what he meant.

Juan Pablo himself did not respond. He threw the dagger at Lionel. Again, the man from Sweden was able to avoid. With an unexpected move, Lionel advanced as fast as lightning and attempted to strike Juan Pablo. The handsome man first dodged by turning his body to the side while aiming a punch at Lionel's waist, making the man grimace and retreat for a moment.

“Job! You hit my kidney!” objurgation. With a much faster movement than before, Lionel jumped, poked his feet against the wall and lunged at Juan Pablo using his feet, and was crushing at the heart of the man.

Juan Pablo coughed, but he stood up again and clenched his hands. “Where's your gun? Why don't we just shoot each other now!” his jolt.

“I'm tired of guns. My bare hands have been out of work for a long time,” Lionel grinned and went back to attacking Juan Pablo with his punches.

The man dodged until Lionel's last blow escaped and hit his jaw.

Juan Pablo fell down and stood up. However, Lionel kicked him first. However, he swiftly held back Lionel's kick with his left hand, while the right hand drove and hit Lionel's groin as tight as he could.

Lionel squealed in pain before finally falling down. Turn Juan Pablo stood up and walked past Lionel who was sprawled away. It turned out that the man pulled out a dagger stuck in the head of a deer that became a wall decoration.

Juan Pablo turned around and was ready to attack. However, Lionel lunged first, until the dagger slipped out of his grasp. Juan Pablo staggered back and took a few steps back, until his body hit the wall.

Lionel wrapped his hand around Juan Pablo's chest, then pressed down on him with all his might.

Juan Pablo had trouble breathing. Both of his hands were raised up and tried to grab the deer headdress, but failed. Undeterred, he stomped on Lionel's right foot, then kicked his groin.

The twisting of Lionel's hand loosened, leaving Juan Pablo free to move. With full force, he smacked Lionel's face in a row until the green-eyed man's face was torn in several parts.

The last blow on Lionel's temple, left him with a loss of balance. Lionel fell in front of Juan Pablo. His eyes began to blur, due to the amount of blood dripping on his face. “Juan Pablo Herrera's. The Killer X. Amazing,” the raga.

“I'm no longer Killer X,” Juan Pablo said in a cold, flat tone.

“I can't imagine if Adriano D’Angelo knew that you had fucked his half-brother,” Lionel choked to the point of choking on his own saliva filled with blood.

Juan Pablo's wide-eyed. His violent face grew even more stiffened as a result of Lionel's words. Expressionless, Juan again beat up the priq. Some hit the heart, until the man fell down.

Not stopping there, Juan Pablo grabbed a deer headdress and lowered it from the wall. The preserved deer's head horn he pointed right behind Lionel's head. The leader of Killer X took his life in his hands.

Calmly, Juan Pablo pulled the hooked deer antler, then put the ornament back in place. He then approached Lionel's corpse and turned his body around. “I won't take your head, because I won't see your face. Enough of your heart, asshole!” she said with a smile that looked terrible.

Threw a dagger that was not far from Lionel's body. Without mercy, Juan Pablo thrust it into the chest of the chief Killer X, until the blood of the lifeless body gushed everywhere. The blood also hit Juan Pablo's face and body, when he managed to split Lionel's chest and stomach into the navel.

The cruelty of a Jungle Eagle was clearly visible at that moment. It was only fitting that his big name was so respected in the black world. The Jungle Eagle did not hesitate to finish off anyone who became his opponent brutally.

"This is for you, el tio!" juan Pablo said with a savage grin, as he tore through Lionel's body in a very violent manner.