Success Story of a Master Level Mercenary Chaebol - Success Story of a Master Level Mercenary Chaebol 127

127: Calculate and see (8)

“No, your uncle did not mention it directly. But I almost grew up with my uncle. His father’s face was so blurry. But you don’t even notice that much? I’m anxious! From the moment I was transferred, I became very anxious…”

Even at the moment of answering Cheol-woo’s question, Pietro was restless. Whatever he was, Cheol-woo was busy sucking the sauce off his fingers.

“So what do you mean by me? Chop~!”

“The day you go to see the Master, I want you to go too. I’m risking my life too, so please just get my uncle out of that den. Then, even if you tell me to live as your servant for the rest of my life, I will accept it… So please stop eating that damn pizza and move fast…”

He was ready to sacrifice everything for his uncle’s safety. However, Cheol-woo still had a sad expression on his face.

“Besides you, there are a lot of people who are like limbs to me…”

“I graduated from a prestigious university here, and I have a lot of connections in New York’s political and business world. That’s why I swear allegiance to you. Not only our family, but the entire Cosanostra, except for the Zambito, will kneel at your feet. If I’m a candidate for the next-generation master, it’s worth it!”

“…then I’ll deceive you once.”

“Damn, who the hell is cheating on you?”

“Because you don’t know things until you try them. If you are fooled by the show host’s verbal skills and go home shopping, there are always flaws…”

“Do you mean that I am just a home shopping product? This Pietro…”

“No, you’re talking like a show host. They say that new products have excellent performance, but they always sell products with better performance after use. Even at a lower price…”

“Damn it, what the hell are you talking about…? Anyway, that’s how I’ll find out. Please save my uncle.”

“If you’re still alive…”

“Hey, what does that mean…?”

“What if your uncle is already dead?”

“Everyone dies. Jambito or Nabal, whatever. Puffy!”

“like! It looks like a mafia for the first time.”

“···shit!”

His resolve rose from the appearance of his teeth clenched so hard. However, the reality was always cold.

If you bite your teeth, you will only hurt your own teeth. The real resolve did not come out of such a bluff.

Unless you know the meaning of it, Pietro will never be a real mafia. Cheol-woo thought so as he chewed the last slice of pizza.

[I got a message from John in my secret mailbox.]

‘What?’

[The boss of Hookchung was transferred to the CIA early in the morning.]

After Pietro, who was living a clumsy life, left, Cheol-woo was waiting for a freshly ordered pizza in the office. As Paul said, the taste was addictive, as if drug powder had been sprinkled on the cheese.

Since the noodles at the Chinese restaurant near Geumryong’s office, there has been no food that suits his taste. It was so captivating that I wanted to give my family a few cheap ones.

When Cheol-woo asked to order a pizza again, Fred shook his head, took the card and went down. It was when Cheol-woo was getting a new taste, smelling the smell flowing through the window.

Cheol-woo’s mood subsided at the sudden message notification from the Warrior. The fact that the CIA intercepted the FBI’s work meant that the way they looked at the case had changed.

‘The reason is?’

[The FBI’s New York bureau chief is said to be unaware.]

‘The CIA… Is it because of the chip?’

[The possibilities are open.]

‘Then I’ll have to be prepared. Contact Carlos. Leave the weapons warehouse near New York open. ah! And in the meantime, he gave me a copy of the arms trade list I took from MS-13.’

I never thought that these two things would happen by chance at the same time. Effect always has a definite cause.

Whatever the cause, it was necessary to prepare in advance to be able to fight comfortably. A warning signal that stimulated his nervous system raised expectations as much as a new pizza.

Cheolwoo was in the weapons warehouse that Carlos had informed him of. Standing next to him were Fred, Eddie, and Paul.

The weapons depot was on Heart Island across from Orchard Beach on the right side of the Bronx. Hart Island was one of New York’s ends on the Atlantic Ocean, and it was a natural getaway with direct boat rides to Connecticut and Long Island.

The entire island served as New York’s national cemetery. It was also the place where the bodies of innocent people were buried.

No one could have imagined that there would be such a warehouse of weapons in the basement of a tomb in such a secluded place. The mercenaries who followed Cheol-woo were all sticking their tongues out.

“Hey, you’re so talented. How did you make a warehouse in such a place…!”

“There are only a few people who manage them, and if they shut their mouths with money, they are dead.

Fred and Eddie admired the wall lined with various weapons. He took care of the temperature and humidity of the underground warehouse, so there was no need to worry about the gun rusting.

“I know yeah···. That’s why weapon sellers make a ton of money. Damn it, should I just kill the mercenaries and become an arms dealer?”

“Don’t even dream of thinking like that! What kind of business does a yangban who can’t count numbers do…”

“Why can’t I count this bastard?”

“Have you already forgotten how many times you asked for the price of the delayed weapon?”

“mind! That’s a bit of a mistake after drinking. Hmmmm!”

“Mistakes are bullshit. It should have happened once or twice.”

“Damn it, let’s just pack our weapons. When are we going to touch a weapon like this without worrying about money?”

“Huh! I know yeah···.”

The two mercenaries salivated and grabbed their weapons so that the bag exploded. Paul was carefully packing only a few of the weapons he needed.

As their bags grew thicker, their hands began to slow down. Unlike them, Fred secretly asked, looking at Cheol-woo, who was still busy checking his weapons meticulously.

“But when are you going to attack?”

“Tonight.”

“Eh! I think I heard you ask me to meet you in the evening the next day?”

“Then, shall we pack up some presents and go say hello to them? Your promise is then, and my promise is tonight!”

“Also···.”

“What?”

“Yapsap . . . No, it’s a skillful choice.”

“There are not one or two people who taunted their snouts and left behind. Cover up your words!”

“No!”

Two men, who barely closed the zipper of a large bag, and two men who were fully armed, came out of the basement warehouse. They boarded a motorboat moored in a shady place on the island and quietly left the island.

“Can you really be okay without us?”

“No work. If the tail runs, it’s just troublesome. Take good care of Linda. I have an empty room downstairs for her, so wait there.”

“…Damn, I feel dirty and I can’t resist.”

Fred grabbed the steering wheel and groaned and stepped on the accelerator. The van carrying them was crossing the Verrazano Neros Bridge to Staten Island.

Staten Island was the lowest of the New York boroughs. It was a very secluded place located in the southernmost part of New York State, just like the outskirts of downtown Seoul.

Bridges to Brooklyn’s outlying roads and free boats to and from Manhattan were the main means of transportation to the island. On this secluded island was Zambito’s mansion.

Like the islanders, the mafia were commuters, living in Staten Island and working in Manhattan or the surrounding downtown area.

“Wow! Is this New York…? What the hell is the difference between rural Texas and rural Texas?”

“Because this is where people who really come from or who have been driven out because of high house prices live.”

Paul answered Fred’s question. If you follow the road that is hard to find even a five-story building, you may wonder, ‘Is this really New York?’ I couldn’t help but have doubts.

“It will take a few hours just to commute to and from work, but is it worth living here?”

“The ship is free. How can transportation be free if you really want to live?”

“···Right.”

Fred agreed to Paul’s answer and slowly turned the car right. Then I parked the car at the beginning of a small hill.

From the car window, I could see an old European castle-like mansion on a hill. And at the beginning of the road to the mansion, a long limousine was parked.

When Fred blinked his headlights, the limousine sent the same signal. He then opened the back door and Pietro got out.

“Hey, are you crazy? Even if it’s a surprise attack, you’re going to attack right away like this?”

“If you’re scared, you fall for it too…”

Pietro, who approached them, looked at Cheol-woo and protested strongly. But he was a provocation that didn’t even work for him.

“Isn’t this the issue of being scared now?”

“Then what’s the matter? Who was the one who was whining to save my uncle earlier? Did you guarantee that Zambito’s young man will save the yangban until you go…?”

Pietro’s mouth was firmly shut. He realized once again that he was more urgent than anyone else.

After letting out a big sigh, he looked at Cheol-woo and asked as if he had resigned. But Cheol-woo’s answer was cold.

“Can I just follow you?”

“No, you just get in your car and go up first. I’m going to sneak in from here on foot.”

“From here… do you know how many guards there are around?”

“That’s not something you should worry about. You just want to take good care of your life. Until I cut off the head of the young man…”

“···Huh! Now I don’t know either. Anyway, please save my uncle. Because I can do anything…”

“It is not! Do you know why I’m having such a hard time buying this? If you’re outright dragging me in, no one will ever come under you because of the traitor label. Then I’ll have to sweep those dwarfs out myself. It’s annoying, so I’m doing this kind of hard work. But what will my efforts be if you die? No, you must be alive! That is our contract.”

It was as if this job was over, and you were asked to do the rest of the cleaning. Of course, Pietro had a good cause.

It was he who named Zambito as his next generation. Of course, the trap was that there were about 5 or 6 more people like that…

Anyway, he was close to the next-generation master. If he gains the cause and power together, the mafia forces in New York will naturally gather under him.

Then, Linda or McKay only needs to manage Pietro instead of Cheolwoo. All the big powers have been disassembled and organized, so there won’t be any trouble in the future.

Hearing his words, Pietro put on a poopy expression on his face. He begged desperately, but he didn’t even know if he really had to live as his servant.

If it’s traumatic, they’ll eat cows, but people think things change after going to the bathroom with a pounding stomach. I bet with a sense of urgency, but I didn’t really want to be like that.

“Then I’ll be alive anyway, so hurry up.”

“Don’t worry about that…, just tie it up well. Easy to find… Huh!”

Pietro got back into the limousine as he shook his head at the confidence and leisure that Cheol-woo showed. Then he disappeared on the road on the steep hill.

Cheol-woo said goodbye to the rest of the party in the van and moved secretly along the foot of the mountain. His primary goal was to infiltrate in the shortest time and in the shortest route to meet the inspiration.

Of course, there were things that had to be done in advance in the middle…