The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
The Red Wolf Mystery
"How about, young master?" exclaimed Carlo who was still facing the two men earlier. His hands and feet were busy dispelling all the attacks directed at him.
“It's been a responsibility! Finish it all!” exciting Romeo. He was also busy pointing his gun at the man hiding behind another wall of the building. The handsome young man closed one eye while focusing on aiming the firearm he was holding, at the object that was several meters before him.
Calculatingly, Romeo throws his bullet and turns out to be right on target. The bullet was lodged in the head of the man hiding there. He then circulated his gaze, looking for the last friend of the man he had just finished off. But that man is nowhere. Romeo, then walked back and forth without moving away from the wall, until he arrived at the main entrance that was already wide open.
The other with Carlo. This time, there was only one more person he had to face. His opponent was a tall man. The man seemed so eager to finish off his opponent using a dagger, swinging the sharp object towards Carlo. But the handsome blue-eyed guard first dodged to the side, as well as levitating a kick on the hand that was gripping the dagger. The dagger slipped out of his grasp and fell to the ground.
Feeling an opportunity, Carlo immediately threw one next kick into the heart of the big tall man until staggered backwards. However, the foreign man can immediately control himself. He stood up again while clenching his hands to the front of his chest.
"Ah shit!" grumbled Carlo. He returned to concentration and prepared to put up the horses. After living with Adriano, Carlo didn't just learn to shoot. He also continues to hone his martial arts. Carlo even mastered some types of martial arts very well.
Both men were on alert. They waited for each other who would attack first. However, Carlo's concentration was slightly broken, as he began to realize that Romeo was no longer visible where he was. Apparently, the blonde-haired beautiful young man decided to enter the building. Again, he made a foolish decision, without coordinating or considering the consequences of his actions.
“Sial!” grumble Carlo again. He could already sense that Romeo would face danger within. Wanting to catch up with Miabella's cousin, Carlo finally took the initiative to attack first. He galloped while preparing a punch that he directly slammed into the man's chin.
Barnekel tipped taper that he put in his hand managed to crack the jaw of the man, although after several times had missed because his opponent was in a standby. However, of course Carlo will not be the foster child of Adriano, if he does not have something that makes the chairman Tigre Nero feel interested in high fighting power.
Charles continued to attack while lashing out his deadly blows, until the tip of the barnekel now managed to penetrate under the enemy's chin. The tall man screamed in pain, then took a few steps back with blood pouring down from under his chin. He staggered in a staggered body position and had trouble getting back on his feet.
Unwilling to stop and let his opponent regain strength, Carlo immediately struck another blow. This time, the attack he launched was carried out by repeatedly using the sharp object in the direction of the jaw, nose, and also temple. In the end, the man completely collapsed with a face drenched in blood. Not satisfied, Carlo then hit his barnekel into the heart of the man many times, until the large tall body did not move again.
"The gates of hell are waiting for you, asshole!" he nodded while breathing for a moment.
After confirming that the man was actually dead, Carlo immediately stepped over his corpse and rushed into the building. Careful and alert, his blue eyes scanned every corner of the room to look for Romeo. There, he only found the body of a man with a hollow head from being hit by a bullet. However, he did not find the person he was looking for. Carlo decided to check out the other room at the back.
Without a second thought, Carlo pulled the folding knife he had gotten from Miranda. The folding knife is always stored behind the jacket pocket with the necklace. He threw the folding knife earlier and it hit the back of the foreign man's hand. The gun in the man's grasp had barked and hit the ceiling of the room, before it was thrown and lying near Romeo who began to lose consciousness.
Carlo also lunged at the man in pain until he collapsed on his back. The back of the man's head had landed on the surface of the wooden floor. So hard that the floor became cracked.
Feeling the upper hand, Carlo grinned and jumped on the body of the bearded man. But there is a little weird there. When the handsome man was planning to punch, his eyes caught the look of the strange man who seemed to be frightened.
The man glared and stared at the folding knife that was still stuck in the back of his hand. He looked surprised, until his movements seemed to freeze. The man brought the knife to his face. He felt no pain, but the tip of the dagger penetrated into the palm of the hand.
Carlo was astonished by the strange attitude of the man. Especially when the man turned to observe Carlo's beautiful face. “Krasnyy Volk?” he murmured with his eyes still wide.
“Do you recognize this thing?” Carlo's curiosity was now much higher than his desire to finish off the bearded man.
The man had already opened his mouth while looking at Carlo with a terrified look. “Ka-you ..” His speech was spelled out in rigid Italian.
Feeling impatient, Carlo pulled his folding knife out of his palm, then stuck it around the man's neck. “Quickly say or I separate the head from your body,” threatened full of emphasis.
Not yet had the man answered, the sound of Romeo began to roar. Carlo immediately turned his head and found the young man holding his own neck. He was struggling to breathe as much oxygen from the air as possible.
“Young master!” carlo exclaimed as he rose and approached the heir to the throne of the clan de Luca. “Do you have trouble breathing? Let me help.” Deftly, Carlo hid his pocket knife back into his pocket, then pressed Romeo's chest tightly until the young man coughed.
Carlo then helps Romeo to sit while patting his back so that he can breathe smoothly. “How? Is it better?” tanyanya's worried.
“Yes. Thank you, Carlo. I don't know what would happen if you weren't here. Maybe I'm dead,” said Romeo. Carlo was about to respond. However, he saw the bearded man was no longer in his place.