I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 27:

[The sparrow in the lighthouse is watching. The cuckoo is coming into the nest. The cuckoo is coming into the nest]

OK.

A report comes in from the ear-piece.

The current time, as seen through the smart lens, is 12:30. It was what you might call full dawn.

The area theyve decided to enter is Pier 2 of Incheon Port.

I hid behind a nearby container and waited with bated breath for the boat to come in.

The sound of the waves was the only thing that could be heard, but then the slightest sound began to intrude as a boat pulled into the dock quietly, with no lights on and the engine muffled as much as possible to avoid detection.

Eventually, the sound of the engine dies down completely.

The dock is lowered from the ship and dozens of people walk onto the dock to enter the harbor.

The sounds of conversation and laughter are all that can be heard, as if theyre tired from the long voyage.

Buona sera amico. (Good evening, friends.)

You crazy

I give them a light greeting and pull the trigger on the Chicago Typewriter, and the black figures of the men in the fog begin to dance.

It was a maneuver executed with the understanding that the people on the boat are at their most relaxed, their most defenseless, just before they hit the ground.

Thankfully, the men on the dock realized the situation and began to throw themselves into the water one by one.

If we go in the water, well break formation! Spread out the defenses!

An urgent voice was heard, but it was not to be. The reason is none other than the Chicago Typewriter, one of Al Capones Tommys side effects.

[2. Chicago Typewriter: This weapon fires bullets at a terrifyingly high rate of speed. It grants the Fear status effect to opponents who hear it]

Its hard to imagine how easy it would be to control a bunch of panicked guys with the effects of a [Artifact] class item, let alone another item.

While I was still safely firing at them from above.

Get up there now!

An energized voice called out from the shielded area. The owner of that voice must be the leader of this group.

I opened my shield and fired a hail of bullets at him as he rescued the drowning men one by one, but his shield still seemed to be holding.

I wonder if this is the limit of its abilities.

Firearms are for mopping up weaklings without having to use my fists anyway.

After blowing on the smoke rising from the barrel of the gun, I stowed it away in the cube and pulled the [Midas Gloves] I was wearing tightly into place.

The raven has spoken. The hunt begins now. Maintain a perimeter to prevent the prey from leaving the hunting grounds.

[Sparrow. Acknowledged]

[Eagle. Acknowledged]

[Cormorant. Copy that]

I took a deep breath after hearing the responses from my spread out group and turned to look at the enemies in front of me.

Gathering those still alive or able to move, they formed up behind the shield. Little by little, I could see them struggling to get out of the dock and up the harbor.

Guns cant penetrate the shields anyway, so dont be scared, stay together!

Hes worried about that when its been a while since Ive holstered my gun.

I clench my fists until they crackle, and as my left hand grabs his right wrist to immobilize him, I hear their voices from inside the shield.

What are you doing?

Isnt he coming this way?

I slowly accelerate toward the front of the shield, twisting my waist and body backward.

Isnt he trying to smash the shield with his fist?

Ignore him for now and get into the harbor, well deal with him next!

I put down my gun and decide that theyre not that dangerous, but they keep advancing toward us.

I throw all my weight and centrifugal force at them, and punch them with all the force I can muster, like Im punching a punching machine.

The power of Corleone blood really shines through when I use my physical abilities.

My fist makes contact with the surface of the shield, and a sharp sound like glass breaking echoes around me, shattering it.

What the, what the, what the, what the, what the-?

The man in front of me was punched and sent rolling like a plastic bag blown by the wind while the others near him stare at him blankly, unable to comprehend what has just happened.

After a moment, I turn to the squirming figure, still breathing, and raise my right hand, still feeling the effects of my earlier blow.

You are trespassing on Corleone territory. I will spare your life if you obey me. Will you surrender?

As a final warning, I made them an offer. If they accept, theyll at least be able to return home with their lives intact.

It wouldnt be a smooth ride, of course, but it was a much better option than being tortured to death for nothing.

Before we do that, I want to ask you something.

A man who appears to be an officer steps forward and stands in front of me. He was a blunt-looking, average Asian man.

I hope its not a stupid question.

From the looks of ityou knew we were coming, so why are you alone?

As he said that, he looked around.

The gang was completely hidden, waiting for my command and even I wouldnt be able to find them easily unless I activated my detector ability.

It was my fathers orders. He wanted me to be as active as possible.

Father?

Oh, you didnt know?

To see their real intentions, I smirked and held out my hand for them to see the ring on my index finger.

The letter C engraved in gold over a black diamond.

Because I am the heir to Corleone.

The men begin to stir at my words. They are very confused by the sudden appearance of the Corleone heir.

The executives look at each other and talk for a short time, then look at me and smirk.

Well, I supposewill make things easier.

Hmm?

If I catch you, the heir, even Corleone wont be able to move. What an arrogant little brat.

As if they really thought I was alone, they laughed unpleasantly and began to slowly approach me.

Its funny how they turn on you as soon as they think youre weak. Apparently, mercy was a luxury they didnt have.

Once weve captured you, well send that finger with the ring on it to your father.

The leader drew a machete from his waistband, and one by one the others grabbed hatchets or knives or something. Still, their faces looked very serious, perhaps because they had just seen their shields blown away.

Thank goodness.

Whats this about?

That you guys are just as much scum as I thought.

A reddish aura begins to flow through my body.

[Bloodline Ability: Corleone is activated]

[Attribute [Enforcer] is activated]

As soon as I release the energy Ive been suppressing, the red aura emanating from my body colors the surrounding fog, creating a sinister atmosphere.

A word of advice, dont even think about running away.

We look at each other through the thin fog, searching for an opening.

For the time being, they are not easily distinguished from the rest of the group.

The silence was like time stood still, until the distant sound of sailing boats echoed through the air.

Overrun!

Kill!

They charge at me, wielding their weapons, some of them hideous.

Normally, I wouldnt have realized it, but after fighting against a group at the academy today, I naturally began to visualize their path and the actions I needed to take.

The first thing I do is channel my magic into my feet and move around, creating large waves around me to disrupt their formation.

Surrounded on all sides, Id have no choice but to charge toward a single point, and once I got them all tangled up, my movements would be restricted.

Get out of the way!

Stupid asshole, get away from me!

Let me help you.

I punch the guy in the head with all the force I can muster, and with a whoosh, his body spins in midair and crashes to the ground.

Stiffening at the unrealistic sight, I shove another one back with as much force as I can muster, pushing the tangled mass back onto the dock.

What the hell are you doing, get him now!

My reason for being so bold was simple. They had to capture me, not kill me, after all. Their movements were therefore constrained and cautious.

I would take advantage of that to draw them into a battlefield that was as favorable to me as possible.

Dont huddle together, surround him!

How can we surround him when well fall into the ocean if we go any further sideways?

The leader glares at me with killing intent as they are crammed into a confined space. It finally dawns on him that Im intentionally putting them in a tight spot.

Ill stall for time, you guys split up and wait to be contacted.

I push my way through them, and an officer approaches me, knife in hand.

Ill make you regret coming here alone.

At the same time, he lunges at me, swinging his machete. Its a very neat and clean move, unlike the chaos of the previous moments.

As Im slowly pushed backwards by the onslaught of attacks, the other guys start to get off the dock and run for cover.

Thanks, boss, Ill see you alive, bob.

With a grunt, he collapses as a shot echoes through the harbor.

Its a sniper!

As they scramble for cover, they quickly duck down and huddle against the nearby stacks of luggage and containers.

The officer who was momentarily separated from me by the sudden gunshot glares at me with red eyes.

You werent alone!

Did they realize theyd been fooled all this time?

I shrug at him, who was even more enraged than before.

I told you, Im the heir to Corleone but importantly.

I glance over at the man whos been shot and has fallen to the ground.

Crimson blood drenches the ground beneath his prone body.

I should have warned you, youd better not think about running away.

Why didnt they realize I was speaking for them, not me?