Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Eps.73 Started

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“Why did you guys get to this class, huh?!” suseno shouted at all her men, as she and her son had just arrived at a house.

“Ma–forgive us, Sir. We tried our best, but it turns out they are more observant,” nervous one of Suseno's men who was assigned as chairman there.

“Akh, dammit. And what about the people and employees who have sided with us?” ask Suseno again.

“M–they all back side with the company, Sir. Due to the arrival of Andrew and his son to the village and explaining even bringing very strong evidence,” replied the man again, with a trembling body holding back fear.

“Annya?” ask the younger man next to Suseno.

“I–iya, Mr.”

“Pah, what is Agra? How could we not know about his departure here?” ask Suseno's son.

Suseno looked speechless with a deep frown.

“Since when was he here?” ask Suseno again.

“Maybe it's been two days, Sir,” replied the man, nervous.

“Damn it! He's very clever at manipulating circumstances.” Both father and son clenched their hands, holding back emotions.

The plan they had put together to destroy Agra's hard-earned glory now felt futile. None of the results they could get, all of them had ended due to their own negligence.

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The night greeted with a dark sky covered in black clouds.

In a car, two men with dark aura are racing against time, they just got word that there is suspicious movement around the residential area.

Ruhan and Edo were fighting with the attackers in different places.

Agra and Andrew, father and son, decided to deal directly with the attackers in the village.

“Sial, it turns out they split squads and attack us from all sides!” furious Agra, he drove his car even faster. Fortunately, the atmosphere of the streets there is quiet, so Agra can be free to drive.

Andrew had warned the citizens before, so they must have been more vigilant. It was just that what they were worried about right now was, at least the Black Eagle members guarding there.

Moments later, the car that Agra was driving was parked on the side of a large road, they decided to walk from there, so as not to be too flashy.

Andrew deftly opened the rear car seat, which was where various weapons were stored, giving two small firearms and a few daggers just in case. As well as preparing himself.

The two got out of the car so vigilantly, Andrew pressed the aerphone in his ear, contacting one of his men.

“Alright, we will be there soon,” said Andrew once they know their current location.

Without saying, the two fathers and sons instantly accelerated their steps warily, the atmosphere there was now like a dead village, with no one in sight.

Everything has been evacuated from there since noon, until the village is now empty.

The darkening sky with a drizzle that began to fall further added to the gripping atmosphere.

Agra sharpens his hearing when he senses someone is following him, he holds Andrew in his tracks and hides in one of the walls of the house.

Andrew was on guard when his ears heard something suspicious approaching them.

Agra slightly bent his body, looking from the side of the wall, something was going on.

Apparently there are some people who look, like they are checking the houses of residents. They peered inside through the cracks of the doors and the window panes.

Agra directly aimed a firearm with a silencer of his creation, at about three people there.

In an instant the three people can be paralyzed even though not to death.

Yes, the bullet he used was just an anesthetic that had been specially designed, with high doses to make the victim immediately unconscious, even like a dead person.

Andrew immediately contacted his men to take care of the existing victims.

Wusshhh

Dorr

Agra tilted her body, while pulling another firearm behind her jacket, and aimed at someone behind one of the walls of the residents' house.

A dagger floated up and pointed at his chest, until it had scratched a little of his upper arm.

“Ck, fishing turns!” hiss Agra with a grin on his face.

Andrew swiftly returned to aim his firearm, as a movement again appeared in the opposite direction.

It turned out that they were currently surrounded by about ten armed men.

“Heh, only toys turned out,” hiss Andrew, now their positions are turned on each other with their backs attached.

“Their weapons contain poison, you have to be careful,” Andrew warned.

Agra saw all the weapons held by the men, unusual colors, as an indication that all the weapons, had been soaked in the liquid of various dangerous poisons. Pulling on the tip of his lips, it turned out quickly they also prepared themselves.

“Ready play, Dad?” agra asked, one hand holding a firearm, and another with a sizable dagger.

Andrew had two firearms in his hand.

“Of course, it looks like this will be a lot of fun,” replied Andrew, they were even fun talking, while waiting for an attack from the men around him.

“We start now?” ask Agra, so relax.

Three!

That count without beginning was instantly a sign for both of them.

Dor ... Dor ... Dor....

Their consecutive shots while avoiding throwing small weapons such as daggers, kunai and various needle-like weapons with pointed and sharp edges in front of them.

The fight continued so grippingly, two against ten with full weapons in each hand. It is not enough to bring down the father and son.

After fifteen minutes, fighting with various styles, Agra and Andrew had stood up straight again, fixing their slightly messy jackets, with bodies lying around.

The fishy smell of blood mixed in, with the ground, as well as the cast walls covering the place, felt even more pungent piercing the nose, as the drizzle drizzled down more and more.

Agra flicked his head slightly, making his wet hair sway to give the effect of splashing water around him.

Andrew clucked in a puff, looking at Agra's attitude who could still pay attention to his good looks.

Agra just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then stepped in tandem, retracing the densely populated residential street, towards the fight of his other men in front of the house of Mr. Rahmat. Andrew just got word from one of his men.

“Ah, dammit! Because of all this I have to go back to this place,” grumbled Agra in between his steps.

The memory of the cheap girl who was the son of Rahmat sir, made him feel disgusted.

“Already, what if you have to come back here? Isn't that girl not there right now?” taunted Andrew.

Agra clucked in annoyance, as he continued walking. Although both seem relaxed, in fact, every sense in their bodies, move alertly, examine the situation around, and will react when something is awkward.

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