I Become a Mafia in the Academy [Novel] Chapter 27

[Report from Lighthouse’s Sparrow. Cuckoo is entering the nest. Cuckoo is entering the nest.]

“Confirmed.”

A report came through the in-ear receiver.

According to the smart lenses, the current time was 12:30 AM.

It was truly the dead of night.

The area they were supposed to enter was Incheon Port’s Pier 2.

Hiding behind a nearby container, I held my breath and waited for their boat to arrive.

Amidst the occasional sound of waves, a faint noise began to cut through.

To smuggle themselves in, a boat quietly pulled into the pier without turning on its lights and with its engine silenced as much as possible.

Before long, as the engine sound died down completely.

A gangway was lowered from the boat, and dozens of people were seen walking across it to land.

As if exhausted from the long voyage, only the sounds of chatter and senseless laughter could be heard.

“Buona sera amicos. (Good evening, my friends.)”

“What the fuck—!”

Greeting them lightly while pulling the trigger of the Chicago Typewriter, the dark silhouettes standing in the fog began to dance.

An operation executed after recognizing that the moment passengers were most relaxed—their most vulnerable state—was right before setting foot on land.

Thanks to that, the guys crammed on the gangway realized the situation a moment too late and began hurling themselves into the sea one after another.

“If you jump into the water, our formation will collapse! Deploy the shield!”

A frantic voice echoed from among them, but controlling them wasn’t going to be that easy.

The reason was none other than one of the side effects of [Al Capone’s Tommy], the [Chicago Typewriter].

[2. Chicago Typewriter: This weapon fires bullets at a horribly fast rate. Inflicts the ‘Fear’ status effect on anyone who hears it.]

How could people who had fallen into a panic from the effects of a [Relic]-grade item be controlled so easily?

As I was smoothly firing down at them like that.

“Get up here right now!”

A mana-infused voice rang out from behind a deployed shield.

The owner of that voice was likely the leader of this mob.

I unleashed an unrelenting barrage of bullets toward the guy using the shield to rescue those who had fallen into the water, but his shield still looked sturdy.

“Is this the limit with my current stats?”

In any case, firearms were merely a weapon to clear out the trash without having to use my fists.

After blowing away the smoke rising from the barrel with a puff, I stored it back in the cube and pulled my [Midas’s Gloves] tight to secure them.

“Crow speaking. Commencing the hunt now. Maintain the perimeter so the prey doesn’t leave the hunting grounds.”

[Sparrow. Confirmed.]

[Eagle. Confirmed.]

[Cormorant. Message received.]

Hearing the responses from the pre-positioned organization members, I took a deep breath and looked at the enemies in front of me.

Gathering those who were still alive or capable of moving, they were forming up behind the shield.

I could see them struggling to get off the gangway and step onto the port.

“The guns can’t breach the shield anyway, so don’t be scared and stay gathered!”

Why were they worrying about that when I had already put the gun away minutes ago…?

I clenched my fist until it made a cracking sound, then grabbed my right wrist with my left hand to lock it into place. Voices echoed from inside their shield.

“Wh-What is that guy doing?”

“Isn’t he coming this way?”

Standing straight in front of the shield, I gradually accelerated, twisting my waist and pulling my body back.

“Wait, is he trying to break the shield with his bare fist?”

“Ignore him for now and get onto the port! We’ll deal with him later!”

Seeing that I had put down my gun, they must have judged that I wasn’t that dangerous, as they continued to advance toward me.

Aiming at those bastards, I loaded as much centrifugal force and body weight as possible, putting all my strength into a punch like smashing a boxing arcade game, and spat out a word.

“I’m originally a brawler.”

Because the ability granted by the Callione bloodline only truly shines when using physical abilities.

The moment my fist made contact with the surface of the shield, a sharp sound like shattering glass echoed through the area, and it smashed to pieces.

“Wh-What the, ack—?!”

For the crime of being at the very front, a guy took the punch directly and was sent rolling like a plastic bag blowing in the wind.

At this, the other guys near him stared blankly at the scene, unable to comprehend the current situation.

A moment later, watching the guy squirming to prove he was still breathing, I shook my right hand, which still retained the sensation of that hit.

“You have trespassed on Callione territory without permission. If you comply quietly, I will spare your lives. Will you surrender?”

I offered them a proposal as a final warning.

If they accepted this offer, at least they would be able to return to their home country alive.

Of course, the process wouldn’t be smooth, but it was a much better option than dying after being pointlessly tortured.

“Before that, there’s something I want to ask.”

A guy who appeared to be an executive stepped forward and stood in front of me. A stern-looking, ordinary Asian male.

“I hope it’s not a useless question.”

“…Judging by the situation, you seem to have known we were coming. Why are you alone?”

He said that as he scanned the surroundings.

The organization members were completely hiding themselves and awaiting my orders. Unless they activated a detection-type ability, they wouldn’t be able to find them easily.

In that case, should I play along for a bit?

“It was my father’s order. I just wanted to show him a good performance as much as possible.”

“…Father?”

“Ah, you didn’t know?”

To figure out their true intentions, I gave a smirk and held out my hand toward them, showing the ring on my index finger.

An engraved capital letter ‘C’ in gold over a black diamond.

“Because I am the successor of Callione.”

Hearing my words, the guys began to stir.

They seemed quite flustered by the sudden appearance of Callione’s successor.

After exchanging glances and briefly conferring among themselves, the executive soon looked at me and smirked.

“…Then that makes things easier.”

“Hmm?”

“If we capture you, the successor, Callione won’t be able to move recklessly either. What an arrogant brat you are.”

Thinking that I was really alone, the guys let out unpleasant laughs and slowly began to approach me.

To change their attitude the moment they thought their opponent was the weaker party.

As expected, showing them mercy might have been a luxury.

“After we capture you, I’ll send that finger with the ring on it to your father.”

As the executive drew a machete from his waist, the other guys also began grabbing hand axes or knives one by one.

Still, perhaps because they had seen the shield blown away earlier, the expressions on their faces looked quite serious.

“How fortunate.”

“…What is?”

“That you guys are just as much trash as I thought.”

A red energy began to surge around my body.

[「Bloodline Ability: Callione」 is activated.]

[Trait 【Executioner】 is activated.]

Abilities that had been active ever since I started firing bullets at them.

The moment I released the aura I had been suppressing until now, the red energy blooming from my body dyed the surrounding fog, forming a sinister atmosphere.

“If I were to give you one piece of advice, you shouldn’t think about running away.”

Through the thin fog, we looked at each other and searched for an opening.

Perhaps because they were operatives dispatched from their syndicate, they didn’t easily show an opening.

In a silence where time seemed to have stopped, it was right when a ship’s horn echoed from far away.

“Get him!”

“Kill him!”

They began to rush toward me.

Holding vicious weapons, they charged at me and started swinging them.

If it were normal times, I wouldn’t know, but perhaps because of my experience today at the academy fighting a group of people holding weapons, their trajectories and the actions I needed to take naturally began to outline themselves in my mind.

First, by pouring mana into my feet and stomping the ground, I created a large shockwave in the surrounding area to disrupt their formation.

If I were surrounded on all sides, it might be a different story, but those who were bunched up and rushing toward a single point were bound to have their movements restricted once their line got tangled.

“Don’t get in the way!”

“You stupid bastard! Get back!”

“Let me help you out.”

Throwing a punch toward the guy’s head with all my strength, his body spun through the air with a crunching sound and slammed into the ground.

Pushing the guy who was frozen at the surreal sight with all my body weight, I shoved the tangled mess of bastards back onto the gangway.

“What are you doing against just one guy! Capture him right now!”

The reason I could move so boldly was simple.

In the end, they had to ‘capture’ me, not kill me.

Therefore, their movements had to be restricted and cautious.

And I exploited that point to draw them into a battlefield as advantageous to me as possible.

“Don’t cluster together, surround him!”

“If we go any further to the side, we’ll fall into the sea! How are we supposed to surround him?!”

Cornered in the limited space of the gangway, they glared at me with murderous eyes.

Only then did they seem to realize that I was intentionally driving them into a narrow spot.

“…I’ll buy time, so the rest of you scatter and wait for contact.”

Cutting through the guys, the executive approached me holding his blade.

“I’ll make you regret coming here alone.”

At the same time, he rushed at me and began swinging his machete.

Unlike the mob from before, his movements were extremely clean and efficient.

As I slowly backed away under his continuous barrage of attacks, the other guys took that opportunity to step down from the gangway and started sprinting toward another direction.

“Thank you, Leader! See you alv—”

Thud. His body collapsed. And right after, a gunshot echoed through the port.

“S-Sniper!”

At that, the guys who were about to run elsewhere quickly ducked and pressed themselves tightly against nearby cargo and containers.

“…You bastard.”

Briefly backing away from me at the sudden gunshot, the executive glared at me with eyes that seemed ready to tear apart and said:

“…You weren’t alone!”

Did he think they had been fooled up until now?

Toward the guy who was growing even angrier than before, I simply shrugged my shoulders.

“I told you. I’m the successor of Callione. Even if I look like this, I’m someone who receives quite precious treatment. And above all…”

I glanced at the guy who had been shot and was lying collapsed on the ground.

Bright red blood was gradually soaking the ground beneath his fallen body.

At that sight, I let out a sigh and spoke.

“I gave you advice. It would be best not to think about running away.”

Why didn’t they understand that I was saying that for their sakes, not mine?