Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Eps.6 First victim

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Agra held her stomach which felt increasingly turbulent to see the activities in the room.

There were many people in a terrible state, some were in chains with various wounds on his body until some had no arms or legs.

They were all left alone without treatment, until the fishy smell mixed with foul felt filled the room.

Agra grimaced in horror at the sight of those who were being inhumanely tortured, in his heart he asked why they were being given such a severe punishment.

Is it possible that this Mr Andrew is a mafia leader, or even a psychopath? inner Agra asked, while looking at Andrew who was walking in front.

If only he could not remember Andrew's warning before entering, Agra would have said a lot and asked.

At the end of the room he saw a man, who was hanging with chains on his hands and feet.

“He was a traitor, who gave information about my company to my business opponents. Until my company loses a lot" explains Andrew, pointing to the man with his chin.

Agra looked at the man in front of her with a grimacing heart in horror. I don't know what the guy will get after this, he himself doesn't know. Inside his head was full of the lowest estimates even the worst.

Why was he taken to this place, not reported to the authorities? perhaps that was one of the questions that plagued Agra's mind at the moment.

“What punishment do you think he deserves?” andrew asked, looking at Agra at a glance, then back at one of the captives.

Agra looked surprised to find an impromptu question from the man who had helped him.

What does that mean, why did you ask me? inward Agra continued to ask.

Agra was pensive, thinking about what punishment could satisfy an Andrew. Seeing from the various conditions of the person he had passed. Trying to guess and think if he is in the position of a psychopath or mafia leader.

“Just kill it immediately after we get information about other enemies from it," replied Agra after a long time of thinking.

At the moment he has not been able to torture or punish someone, so that is all that is in his mind.

“H... Could too. But, I guess it's less exciting." Andrew put his hands together and thumb on his chin with a frown.

“How about he we give a little painting on his body, before giving a bigger punishment?” asked Mr. Andrew a full grin.

Agra looked slightly widened his eyes, surprised by Mr. Andrew's question. But at last he nodded his head.

Akh si*l! How's this? as Agra in the heart.

“Alright, then I will give you an example, how to do it. After that, I want to see the way you do it yourself" Andrew challenged Agra, then he moved his hand to the guard there.

Agra only nodded faintly, he gulped with great difficulty, busy preparing his courage to carry out his master's request.

A few moments later the bodyguard returned with the equipment for a complete execution.

From small sharp-looking knives to long katanas and firearms.

Agra looked a little pale looking at the various sharp weapons that had been neatly arranged on a table in front of him. Although it could not change anything, if Andrew had given the order.

Why do I feel like I'm in a mafia movie? dazed Agra continued to whisper in his heart.

Andrew immediately walked over and chose which weapon he would first use.

“Tu..sir, don't .. forgive me, I'm only told by others" said the man in the chain.

He kept begging for forgiveness, amid growing fear that made him desperate.

Andrew seemed to enjoy the roar of pleadings from the man who had dared to betray him, he did not look shaky at all, regardless of the way the man asked for forgiveness.

“Let him down!" edict Andrew.

Two guards moved, lowering the man without removing the chains on his hands and feet.

Andrew took a step forward and picked up a small pointed knife that looked shiny and very sharp.

Slowly he began to walk closer at the person who was going to be the first trial for Agra.

Agra watched closely, every move Andrew made. Even all forms of changes in the look of his master's face he can see and learn clearly.

"Punish me, Mr. .. Don't do that to me, I beg you." The man was still trying to beg for forgiveness.

Agra clenched his hands together so tightly that the tremors in his hands were invisible to the person there.

He was still not strong enough to see how Andrew was torturing people in front of his eyes instantly.

Mr. Andrew took a quick look at Agra before starting the action.

“Note, what will I do and follow," he ordered Agra.

Andrew began to stick the small knife he had in his hand on the person's cheek. A little pressure makes the blood flow.

"Akh!"

The sound of screaming in pain from that person seemed to increase Andrew's spirit in torture.

Agra grimaced at the cruelty of the master, his stomach as if stirred at the growing blood. To the white floor below.

Can I do all this? murmuring Agra in the heart.

He hesitates even more, to do what Andrew has shown him.

After Andrew felt finished setting an example for Agra, he re-enforced himself, with his hands covered in fresh blood.

The fishy smell increasingly pierced the nose, making Agra eager to remove his stomach contents.

“Now it's your turn to show me that you deserve to be by my side!" he said it was more like an order, while walking towards the sink in the corner of the room to wash his bloodied hands.

Arga closed his eyes briefly looking for the strength to do things he never imagined before.

Slowly he grabbed another knife and started walking towards the person in front of him.

“Ja–jangan.” His body was still crying out for forgiveness.

“Have we got any information from him?" agra asked with her eyes looking straight at her first victim.

“Not yet, and now I leave that task to you," replied Andrew, sitting back and watching the show his new foster son was going to do.

Agra just nodded in response, then started his action to find as much information as possible, from the person who had betrayed his master.

Agra played the knife in his hand as if it were a toy knife.

“You asked for forgiveness, didn't you? In that case, tell me about your boss, "press Agra while walking around the guy.

“A–I don't know anything, Sir. I've only been on the phone all this time." the guy shook his head.

“Really? It turns out you'd rather me be rude than frank," said Agra's joke, which made the man crumble even more.

“Alright, then how do I replace with this? So that you meet your death immediately." Agra exchanged the knife in his hand with a katana.

Mr. Andrew pulled next to his lips looking at Agra's attitude.

SRIINGS.....

Agra pulled the sharp object from its place.

“A–I really don't know anything. Please forgive me." The man stared at the horror of a long katana in Agra's hands.

Agra was flipping through enough objects to make the victim before him shiver in fear.

“It seems sharp enough to make your head separate from his body in one move," said Agra's joke, as he gently rubbed the tip next to the katana section.

Not long after that he pulled the katana and started sticking the tip on the victim's shoulder.

“One ... two .. ti ...” Agra immediately raised his katana quickly with a position ready to release his lnya.

“Iya ...iya, I will give you information!” the man's shout instantly stopped Agra's movements.

Breathing hunted with closed eyes, enough to make Agra smile cynically, staring at the scared face of his first victim.

Agra smiled obliquely, he approached and was ready to listen to what his victims were going to say.

He began to pry information by occasionally providing threats, so that the person did not lie and provide false information.

Once he felt enough, Agra glanced at Andrew, and when he saw the faint nod of his master, he immediately grabbed a firearm from the table, and with an invisible quick movement, Agra immediately shot the bullet through the head of the person.

“Good .. I like your style!" said proudly Andrew, patting Agra on the shoulder accompanied by laughter.

Agra simply nodded then followed his master back out of the extremely horrifying room.

Agra thought it was better for that person to meet his end straight away, rather than having to be tormented for a long time like the people he had seen before.

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