Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I Became the Academy Mafia, Chapter 7Thompson submachine gun.

Nicknamed the Chicago Typewriter, it was a firearm with a hundred-year history, created during World War I.

In the original world, this Thompson submachine gun was mainly used by Mafia hitmen, and the man who recognized its true value and made proper use of it was Al Capone, the worst and strongest Mafia boss who ruled the underworld during the Prohibition era.

Perhaps the developers of CS found this amusing, because they incorporated this history into the setting of CS, and what came out of that process was [Al Capone’s Tommy].

A relic sleeping inside this shop.

“Al Capone’s Tommy? Don’t talk crazy, kid. You think some hole-in-the-wall shop in a neighborhood like this would carry something like that?”

At first, the owner looked flustered, but he soon changed his expression and shamelessly denied it.

Ignoring him, I put on a serious expression and spoke.

“Are you saying Calione’s information is wrong?”

The owner flinched and trembled at my attitude, which had suddenly turned cold.

But as though he couldn’t give up, he scowled fiercely at me.

“Cut the bullshit! Even if I did have it, what exactly do you have that would make me give it to you?”

So that was how he wanted to play it.

If I followed my feelings, I would have overturned this entire shop right now and walked out carrying Al Capone’s Tommy...

But this place was also a business under Calione.

I had no desire to do something that would pointlessly damage my own honor, so I sighed, walked up to the counter, and raised my head.

“Is that so? Fine. Then I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“What?”

The man looked flustered when I suddenly said I would make him an offer.

Leaving him behind, I walked over to one side of the store and ripped a sticker off the wall.

“Judging by its appearance, this is the mark of the Blunte organization under Calione. If this is posted here, that means you’re under their protection, right?”

The Blunte Family under Calione (Blunte Family)

They mainly used blunt weapons and were infamous for being the worst-quality group among Calione’s affiliates.

The Blunte Family had originally started as one of the vigilante organizations, but everything changed when the second boss took over.

The people who were supposed to protect the city and the weak had, before anyone realized it, become obsessed with lining their own pockets.

Because of their conduct, Don Vito Calione, the Boss of Calione, had begun keeping an eye on them. Remembering all of this, I had made one request of Father today.‘Father, I have one request.’‘As my son?’‘Yes. I would like you to leave the matter of the Blunte Family to me.’Among the many playthroughs I had done, there had been this line.[Not long after the Academy semester began, the Blunte Family was annihilated. By Don Vito Calione. By that man.]

It was an event no one who played CS could easily forget.

Because after starting the game, it was the first story that mentioned the power of Vito Calione, the emperor of the underworld.[Government intervention? As if that ever happened. He said he was cleaning up his own family, so what could the government possibly do? To the government, Vito Calione is that kind of man.]

And that man was now also my father.‘The Blunte Family... Where did you hear about that?’At the time, Father had asked me that with an extremely serious expression after hearing my request.

The information that the Blunte Family was going to be punished was something known by only a small number of people within the organization.

But I couldn’t exactly say that I had seen it while playing the game, so I gave the answer Father would probably like most.‘I am also a Calione.’And my prediction proved perfectly correct when I saw the corners of Father’s mouth rise.‘I see. So you’re saying you can obtain that level of information on your own?’I couldn’t honestly answer Father’s question, so I had merely smiled...‘Even if the Blunte Family has weakened compared to its prime, it is still a Family under Calione. What exactly do you intend to do?’In the original story, Father would have dealt with them alone...

But I had only just become Calione’s successor.

So, to secure the most reliable outcome, I gave Father the answer he would like most.‘I’ll handle it the Calione way.’‘The Calione way? Hahahahaha!!’In other words, it was practically the same as saying I would handle it like Father.

Apparently understanding the meaning behind my words, Father burst into hearty laughter.‘Very well, try doing it your way. If you need anything, tell your father.’How much preparation had I done just to hear that answer?

Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I immediately smiled at Father and spoke.‘Then, may I ask for just one thing?’That was what had happened only a few hours ago.

And as a result, I had created an opportunity to gain both Father’s recognition and a new weapon to use at the same time.

All for right now.

“The Blunte Family protects this place? Are you seriously saying that? From the looks of it, it seems more like they’re exploiting you.”

“How did you...”

I showed my identification card right in front of his eyes.

My full name was clearly written on it.[Eugene Han Calione]

“Th-this is?”

The owner’s expression filled with shock when he saw the surname written on my identification.

“It’s the Boss’s order. As of today, the Blunte Family is expelled from Calione and will pay the price for betraying us. That is the will of the Don, my father.”

After saying that, I turned around and walked out of the shop.

“W-wait! Y-Young Master! Young Master!”

The owner, who immediately changed the way he spoke after learning my identity, hurried out of the shop and grabbed me to stop me.

He had treated me like some brat before, but the moment he found out I was the Boss’s son, I was suddenly Young Master?

“What now?”

When I spoke to him in an irritated voice, the owner looked around, shook his head, and grabbed my arm.

“Surely you’re not planning to go alone? No matter how rotten they may be, they’re still the Blunte Family!”

Why was he stating the obvious?

I let out a sigh, pulled his arm away, and spoke.

“I never said I came alone.”

Hadn’t I clearly told Father as well?That I would handle it the ‘Calione’ way.

From here on, it was time to show the collaboration between Calione and a veteran player.

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In front of the mansion where the Blunte Family was based.

Originally, I had effectively been an ordinary working adult of the twenty-first century.

An ordinary working adult who had been reluctant not only to hit people, but even to curse at them.

So naturally, I should have been trembling in a situation like this, yet for some reason my heart was completely calm.

“Could it be because of this?”

The trait I had newly acquired.[Name: Eugene Han Calione】【Gender: male】【Occupation: Heir to the Underworld】【Traits: Bad Boy, Heir to the Underworld, Hitman】[Hitman][1 Coldhearted Killer

- The blade of the organization that eliminates its enemies. A Hitman maintains composure under any circumstances.

Firearm proficiency increases significantly.]

The ability of the Hitman trait I had just acquired. It was probably because of the effect that allowed me to remain calm in any situation.

The huge mansion in front of me now. It was the headquarters of the Blunte Family, known as the Blunte House.

Two armed guards stood at the entrance, along with surveillance cameras.

There were probably countless defensive forces inside.

“...

Shall we go?”

I took a deep breath and strode toward the Blunte House without hesitation.

“Hey! Who the hell are you?”

One of the men guarding the main gate shouted when he saw me walking toward it.

Ignoring the man, I looked toward the camera and recited the lines I had prepared in advance.

“A message from Don Vito. ‘Carlo Blunte, corrupter. You have damaged the honor of Calione, and are therefore excommunicated. However, if you come out now and sincerely repent for your sins, I will take responsibility for allowing you to live a new life.’ Will Carlo Blunte accept the Boss’s offer?”

A rule of Calione that I had learned during successor training.This rule, called the ‘Last Chance,’ was Father’s final mercy toward those who had once been comrades and family.

After hearing my words, the gatekeeper looked confused for a moment before hurriedly muttering something into his radio.

Then he smiled and shouted toward me.

“The Boss says you can go fuck yourself.”

“What a shame. Then I have no choice but to use force.”

I said that and gave him a slight smile.

“Who seeks, finds.”

Knock, and it shall be opened.

At the same time, the area around the mansion was engulfed in tremendous flashes and noise.

The sound of explosions, gunfire, shell casings falling to the ground, the shouts of excited organization members, and even the screams of enemies shrieking like children.

Eventually, most of the noise disappeared, and when only quiet groans could be heard like sobbing, a voice came through the in-ear device in my left ear.

-Entrance. Cleared, Young Master.

“Thanks.”

I said that, gave a brief bow behind me, then stepped through the half-destroyed gate.

Blunte destruction, stage one. Begin.

“W-what the hell is this!”

Once the commotion outside ended, large numbers of sturdy adult men began pouring out of the mansion.

Then they froze in confusion at the hellscape spread before them. Toward those men, I declared in a cold voice.

“I am Executioner Eugene Han Calione. Any bastard who wants to live, get flat on the ground and stay there.”

Because of the disturbance that had just occurred and the scene spread before their eyes, I began to feel their fear.

It was completely different from that of goblins, an emotion on an entirely different level.

But apparently that degree of fear wasn’t enough, because once they realized they were under attack, they began glaring at me one after another.

“That bastard...!”

“Our opponent is just one wet-behind-the-ears brat! Don’t chicken out, you bastards!”

Apparently there was at least one smart guy among them, because someone tried to raise the morale of those around him.

And I preferred crushing even that kind of hope.

“You idiots. After seeing this scene, do you seriously think I came alone?”

“...?”

I pointed my index finger toward the guy who had first tried to regain control of the situation.

“You first. Out.”

“What the hell are──”

Without any warning, a hole suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the guy who had just spoken.

He stood there blankly as though he had no idea what had happened to him.

Then his corpse crashed to the ground.

“...

What?”

“W-what happened?! He suddenly died!”

“A-a sniper?! But there wasn’t any gunshot!”

“Correct. You there, if you get down, I’ll let you live.”

Just as the guy who had immediately thrown himself to the ground said, there was a sniper behind me right now.

The organization members cleared the surroundings, while the star of the operation directly crushed the enemy’s main force.

This was my own style of hunting.The hunt of ‘Eugene Han Calione.’

“Anyone who has not gotten down by now will be considered to have refused surrender.”

I took off my black suit jacket, neatly folded it, placed it beside me, rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, properly straightened my tie, then glared at the enemies in front of me.

“From this moment on, the execution of the Blunte Family begins.”

Had they realized that this declaration marked their end?

“G-get him!”

The members of the Blunte Family charged toward me carrying all sorts of blunt weapons.

Maces, iron clubs, wooden planks studded with nails, and more. It was an exceedingly vicious assortment.

But what a shame. No matter how I looked at them, these guys didn’t seem to be the main force.

-We’ll provide cover.

The moment a voice came through my in-ear device, the organization members who had been silently hiding along the wall rushed in and began firing at the Blunte Family.

Numbers against numbers. It was an immutable rule that had never changed.

After one storm passed, most of the small fry were lying on the ground, doing nothing but groaning.

Beside them.

The ones still standing were the awakened who couldn’t be dealt with by bullets.

The true fighting force of Blunte.

“You fucking bastard!! Die!”

The small fry charged at me carrying clubs.

The organization member standing beside me tried to step forward, but I silently stopped him with one hand.

Because those guys had survived the first culling and were my prey.

“Haaah...”

As I inhaled, I could feel the emotions of those who feared me.

Fear, despair, screams, rage, confusion, pain.

All of those emotions dissolved into my veins, swelling my muscles and sharpening my mind.

“Die──!”

I clenched my fist, planted my foot on the ground, and struck aside the club coming toward me.

“Wh-what!”

With a crack, the club shattered. My fist continued straight through the club and slammed into his face.

It felt like breaking through a block of Styrofoam. His face caved in badly as he flew backward.

“You fucking monster!”

Another mace flew toward me from the side, and I folded my extended arm, knocking the mace aside with my elbow.

At the same time, a left straight. Another victim took my fist and flew far away.

That made two. The more brutally, the more overwhelmingly I dealt with the enemies, the more strength filled my body.

“Awakened guys won’t die even if ordinary bullets hit them, so ignore the gunfire! Just aim for that bastard!”

Their judgment wasn’t bad. Awakened people couldn’t be killed by ordinary bullets.

However. Their opponents were Calione’s Execution Division.

Even against enemies impervious to bullets, they were specialists at restricting movement and subduing them.

With support from the Execution Division, I broke, crushed, and smashed the small fry swarming toward me.

The scene where the smells of blood, bullets, and gunpowder mixed together was nothing short of a battlefield.

Only when not a single person remained standing around me did the loud gunfire finally subside.

“Among those still breathing, if any of you want to live, stay flat on the ground with your stomach against it.”

As I caught my breath and shook the blood and dirt from both hands while saying that, one by one, people finally began lying down on the ground.

“Good, good. That’s more like it.”

As expected, the old saying that people only come to their senses after getting beaten wasn’t wrong.

While I was wiping the blood still on my hands onto my shirt, a voice came from the mansion.

“Fuck, what the hell are you doing!”

Ah, he finally came out.

The Boss of the Blunte Family, ‘Red Club’ Carlo Blunte.

A bastard who didn’t even realize he was already a declining, abandoned dog, and had been committing atrocities while borrowing his master’s name.

“I finally got all this blood wiped off, and now it looks like I’m going to get covered in it again.”

I grumbled and looked toward him, meeting the eyes of Blunte, who wore a disgusted expression.

“You crazy bastard... So, Vito Calione. That old bastard sent you as the executioner? You think I’m going to be scared of some wet-behind-the-ears brat like you?”

Perhaps he was trying to seize the initiative even in this situation, because Blunte smiled as though completely relaxed.

Just as I was about to tell him to stop bluffing, another voice came from behind me.

“Of course. You should naturally be afraid, Carlo.”

A black fedora and a magnificent beard. A black suit and white gloves as well.A man who made me wonder whether this was what it would look like if the word ‘class’ were molded into a human being.

Father’s right-hand man and Calione’s greatest hitman.

Parnello Ramici.

An elderly man known as the Sword of Calione.

“Do you even know who that gentleman is before wagging that lowly tongue of yours, Carlo?”

“P-Parnello Ramici...! Why are you...?!”

Blunte’s expression stiffened when he saw Parnello. He looked as though he had never imagined Parnello would come along.

“It is our Calione Young Master’s first mission. I came to watch how well he does.”

After saying that, he lightly kicked the guy lying beneath him.

“Chair.”

“...

Ghk.”

The man who had been lying down raised himself and prostrated. Parnello sat on his back and crossed his legs.

Parnello took out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, lit it, then exhaled smoke with a smile.

“I’ll be cheering you on, Young Master.”

“...

Right.”

There were exactly two things I had asked Father for.

To allow Parnello to accompany me as another executioner when I went to execute the Blunte Family, and to let me fight Blunte one-on-one.

I had asked Father because there was a reward I could obtain only by defeating that bastard alone.

During the game, when I played my final concept character, the Godfather.‘Saber Crowd,’ I had once happened to strike the Blunte Family before Calione did.

The reason was simple. While competing with Calione, I ended up attacking the Blunte Family and fighting Blunte one-on-one, and the item I obtained then was.‘Midas’s Gloves.’[Midas’s Gloves]. A relic possessing the ability [Immutable]

which meant they could never be torn or destroyed.

To reach the end of the game with this body, which had developed toward barehanded combat, I absolutely needed that item.

The moment I asked Father to leave the Blunte matter to me, a quest flew in.【Hidden Quest】[Traitor of the Organization][Carlo Blunte has realized the power of the relic he obtained and is planning to collect relics and absorb Calione. Eliminate Carlo Blunte!][Objective: Death of Carlo Blunte or incapacitation of Carlo Blunte][Reward: Midas’s Gloves, New Trait]

It was a quest that even came with a trait.

I’d be an idiot to let this opportunity slip away.

Father was already more than strong enough anyway, so shouldn’t I be allowed to take something like this?

“Ha! Fucking Calione. So what, you’re all going to gang up on me now?”

“Ridiculous. Do you think you’re worth that much?”

“What!?”

“I alone am enough for you.”

Blunte’s face twisted fiercely after hearing my words.

“Me? I’m the head of the Blunte Family, the man called Blunte of the Blood Club?! You’re telling me to fight some wet-behind-the-ears brat like you!”

Yes, get angry. Fill your head with rage.

“Parnello!　The organization shouldn’t have treated me like this! Even if I’m going to be executed, the organization has a duty to grant me an honorable battle!”

“A traitor sure talks a lot.”

“What?”

Perhaps he heard my muttering, because Blunte whipped his head around and glared at me.

Well, I did say it so he could hear.

“The Young Master of Calione is offering to face you, so what are you complaining so much about? Die like the traitor you are, writhing like an insect. We Calione have no intention of preserving the honor of someone like you.”

“...

Ha! Young Master of Calione? What, are you saying you’re the Don’s son?”

“You know well. Don’t we look alike?”

“You do, Young Master.”

Parnello smoothly played along with my words. I smiled and glared at Blunte.

“Apparently we do. I hope that settles your last curiosity before you die.”

Every time I breathed, the countless emotions drifting throughout the Blunte Family’s mansion entered my heart and wrapped around my entire body.

Ah, how much effort had I put into creating this field.[Trait: Baby Boss]

and the bloodline ability [Calione]

To use them at maximum efficiency, I had fired meaningless shots from the very beginning, kept them alive because the dead couldn’t feel fear, and deliberately dealt with them in horrifying ways without finishing them off.

Everything had been prepared for right now, for this moment.

“Traitor. Carlo Blunte. I will carry out the will of Calione.”

Rain began to fall over the garden of the Blunte Family.