The Great Waiter belongs to the Mafia Chairman
Chapter 44. The Battle is Getting Warmed

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Chapter 44

     The secret room belongs to Baron Julio who holds a large collection of weapons. In addition there are also many piles of documents, and books. Small space compared to Max's space.

      Victor and Julio pointed guns at each other's heads. Sharp gazes throw at each other and in each brain is thinking about how to shoot opponents without yourself being hit by the opponent's shot.

"So you said you were told to by someone else? That person is better than you? Because you want to be told by him," Victor asked with a slanted smile.

"I was young at the time and I liked to rebel. So, it's only natural that someone would ask me for help" Julio replied.

     Victor felt very upset at the man who was now standing in front of him. He killed people, but did not feel guilty. 

"It would seem wrong to kill someone else for help. Call yourself a hit man," argued Victor who was upset because he had to find again the original mastermind of the murder of his parents.

"Hahaha, you're right I was the one who used to do that before I became the leader of this group?" reply Julio with a happy face.

     The two men moved around with the hand holding the gun still pointed at their respective opponents. Both are looking for a gap to shoot a hot bullet in the opponent's head.

     As Victor moves to the right side there is a small table that holds a phone. So, he shoots his gun and kicks Julio's body at the same time. 

Dor's! Bruk!

Dor's! Dor's!

      Victor shot successfully hit Julio's stomach and his body was thrown backwards due to Victor's powerful leg kick. Meanwhile, Julio's shot hits Victor's upper arm.

     Julio rolled towards the pillar while Victor took cover behind the desk not far from him earlier.

Dor's!

Dor's!

     The two mafia heads exchanged fire. Although both are injured but they do not want to lose to their opponents.

Dor's!

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

     Victor held himself back from wasting his bullets. He had to give a definite counterattack to his enemy. The gun that contained the bullet was also the result of the booty earlier against Max.

'It's getting late and I'm feeling really tired. Gotta get this over with, ' inner Victor.

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Dor's! Dor's!

Dor's! Dor's!

Prangs!

Dor's! Dor's!

     Agatha threw an ashtray at her enemy's head and she also got a counterattack from her opponent. Fortunately, his body was agile in avoiding the opponent's attack.

Dor's! Dor's!

Dor's! Dor's!

     Silver Dragon and Gold Dragon's men exchanged fire and many casualties. Either dead or wounded.

"Be careful you! The enemies are many and their weapons are still complete." Agatha gave a warning to her friends.

"Actually, our enemy has how many members? Why is it as if there is no end to them?" asked a Silver Dragon man who was exhausted fighting life and death.

      Without them knowing that their current opponent was no longer a Gold Dragon member, but the rest of the group managed to infiltrate the Gold Dragon headquarters at Baron Julio's request to help finish off the enemies that entered his base.

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     Armando who ran up the stairs with some of his men who were still safe was blocked by a fierce enemy standing on the stairs. How surprised he was when he saw that there were women and some people who pointed a gun at him.

     Get the opponent's attack in a place that is not profitable for himself and other friends. Making them all resigned to the death that was in front of their eyes. Moreover, the enemy holds a gun that can shoot by strafing.

"Prepare to die!" armando said to the friend who went with him.

"Don't we think from the beginning of the possibility of something worse happening in this attack?" one of the Silver Dragon's men said to Armando.

"Yes, you're right. Try not to die, even if it is impossible to see the current situation" Armando replied.

"Foot!" shouted a woman who was on top of the stairs giving a signal.

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

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Will Armando's group lose? Or will there be a chance to win? Wait for it to go, yeah!