I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 7

Thompson Submachine Gun.

Also known as the Chicago Typewriter, it is a firearm with a 100-year history, originally created during World War I.

This Thompson Submachine Gun was initially favored by Mafia hitmen worldwide, and its true potential was recognized and fully utilized during the Prohibition era by Al Capone, the worst and strongest Mafia who ruled the underworld.

Perhaps amused by this, the creators of CS integrated this narrative into CS's world, and what emerged from this process was [Capone's Tommy].

It was a relic resting in this shop.

"Capone's Tommy? Don't be ridiculous, kid. Why would something like that be handled in a small neighborhood shop like this?"

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

Ignoring this, I put on a serious expression and replied.

"Are you saying Calione's information is incorrect?"

My sudden, cold demeanor made the shop owner flinch and tremble.

However, as if unwilling to concede, he glared at me with a crumpled face.

"Don't be ridiculous! Even if it exists, why should I give it to you?"

So, this is how it's going to be.

As much as I wanted to flip this shop upside down and walk out with Capone's Tommy right now...

This place was also part of Calione's business.

I didn't want to tarnish my own honor unnecessarily, so I sighed and walked up to the counter.

"Really? Fine. Then let me make you an offer you can't refuse."

"What?"

The shop owner seemed startled by my sudden proposal.

Without paying him any attention, I walked to one side of the shop and peeled off a sticker attached to the wall.

"Judging by its appearance, this is the mark of the Blunte Family under Calione. If it's here, it means you're under their protection, right?"

Blunte Family Under the Calione Organization.

Known for primarily using blunt weapons, they were infamous as the worst among Calione's affiliated groups.

Originally established as one of the vigilante organizations, the Blunte Family changed direction when its second boss took over.

The ones who were supposed to protect the city and the weak eventually became obsessed with lining their own pockets.

Due to their actions, Don Vito Calione, the boss of Calione, began paying close attention to them. Remembering this, I made a request to my father today.

'Father, I have a request.'

'As your son?'

'Yes. Please entrust me with the Blunte Family case this time.'

Among the various gameplay scenarios I had experienced, there was a phrase like this.

[Not long after the start of the Academy, the Blunte Family was annihilated. By Don Vito Calione, that man.]

This event was one of those unforgettable moments in CS gameplay.

It was the first story to highlight the overwhelming power of Vito Calione, the underworld's emperor.

[Government intervention? Such a thing never existed. When he decides to deal with his people himself, what could the government possibly do? To the government, Vito Calione is that kind of man.]

And that man was now my father.

'The Blunte Family... Where did you hear about that?'

Back then, my father, after hearing my request, asked me seriously.

The information about dealing with the Blunte Family was known only to a few people within the organization.

Of course, I couldn't say I learned it from playing the game, so I gave him a response I knew he would appreciate.

'I am part of Calione as well.'

And as expected, my answer was spot on, as I witnessed the corners of my father's lips curl into a smile.

'So, you're saying you've obtained this information on your own?'

Not wanting to answer his question directly, I simply smiled.

'Even though the Blunte Family is weaker than they were at their peak, they are still a part of Calione. What do you think you can do about them?'

In the original story, my father handled this alone...

But I had just become the Heir to Calione.

Therefore, to ensure the most decisive strategy, I gave him an answer he would like.

'I will handle it the Calione way.'

'The Calione way? Hahaha!'

In other words, I would handle it just as he would.

Recognizing my hidden intention, my father burst out in hearty laughter.

'Fine, do it your way. If you need anything, let me know.'

How much preparation had I done to hear those words?

Not wanting to waste this opportunity, I smiled brightly at my father and spoke.

'In that case, may I ask for one favor?'

That brings us to a few hours ago.

As a result, I managed to gain my father's approval and a chance to acquire a new weapon.

All for this moment.

"You say the Blunte Family is protecting you? Are you serious? It looks more like you're just being exploited."

"How did you know that...?"

As I spoke, I showed him my ID.

My full name was clearly written on it.

[Yoojin Han Calione]

"Th-this is?"

The shop owner's expression turned to utter shock as he saw my surname on the ID.

"This is the boss's command. As of today, the Blunte Family is expelled from Calione and will face the consequences of their betrayal. That is Don, my father's will."

With those words, I turned and stepped out of the shop.

"W-wait a moment! Y-Young Master! Young Master!"

The shop owner, who changed his tone upon realizing my identity, rushed out of the shop and grabbed me to stop me.

Just moments ago, he treated me like a rookie, but the moment he learned I was the boss's son, he started calling me Young Master.

"Now what?"

I asked in a frustrated tone as the shop owner looked around nervously before grabbing my arm.

"You're not planning to go alone, are you? Even if they've rotted, they are still the Blunte Family!"

Why was he stating the obvious?

I sighed and removed his hand from my arm before speaking.

"I never said I came alone."

I definitely told my father.

That I would handle this the "Calione way."

Now, it was time to showcase the collaboration between Calione and an experienced player.

* * *

In front of the mansion where the Blunte Family resided.

In reality, I was just an ordinary 21st-century civilian.

Not only did I avoid physical fights, but I also hesitated to curse at others.

Naturally, I should have been nervous in situations like this, but for some reason, my mind was completely calm.

"Could this be the reason?"

The new trait I had recently acquired.

[Name: Yoojin Han Calione]

[Gender: Male]

[Occupation: Heir to the Underworld]

[Traits: Bad Boy, Heir to the Underworld, Hitman]

[Hitman]

[1. Cold Killer – The blade of the organization that executes enemies. A hitman remains calm in all situations.

Firearm proficiency increases significantly.]

It was likely due to the effect of the new Hitman trait, which allowed me to remain calm in any situation.

The massive mansion before me was the Blunte Family's stronghold, known as Blunte House.

Two armed guards and surveillance cameras guarded the entrance.

Inside, there would be plenty of defensive forces.

"...Let's do this."

Taking a deep breath, I marched toward Blunte House without hesitation.

"Hey! Who are you?"

One of the men guarding the main gate shouted as he watched me walking toward it.

Ignoring the man, I looked at the camera and recited the prepared lines.

"This is a message from Don Vito. 'Corrupted Carlo Blunte. You have tarnished the honor of Calione and have been excommunicated. However, if you come out and sincerely repent right now, I will ensure you are given a chance at a new life.' Will Carlo Blunte accept the boss's offer?"

The rules of Calione I learned during my successor training.

This rule, called 'the last chance,' was my father's final mercy given to those who were once comrades and family.

The gatekeeper, hearing my words, froze momentarily before hurriedly mumbling something into his radio.

And soon, he shouted at me with a sly smile.

"The boss says, 'Go eat shit.'"

"That's unfortunate. Then I'll have no choice but to resort to force."

Saying so, I gave a faint smile.

"Chi cerca trova."

Knock, and it shall be opened to you.

At that moment, the mansion was engulfed in a tremendous flash and noise.

The sounds of explosions, gunfire, empty shells hitting the ground, the shouts of excited organization members, and the screams of enemies crying like children filled the air.

Eventually, as most of the noise subsided and only groans echoed faintly, a voice came through the earpiece in my left ear.

- Entrance. Secured, Young Master.

"Thank you."

Saying so, I gave a brief bow behind me and stepped through the shattered gates.

Blunte Destruction Phase 1. Begin.

"W-What is this!"

As the commotion outside subsided, burly men began pouring out of the mansion.

Then, bewildered at the hellish scene unfolding, they froze. To them, I declared in a cold voice.

"This is Yoojin Han Calione, the executor. If you wish to live, lie on the ground and stay down."

The emotions of fear began to emanate from them due to the recent chaos and the horrific sight before them.

It was a fear on a completely different level from that of goblins.

However, this level of fear wasn't enough, as they soon realized they were under attack and began glaring at me one by one.

"That bastard...!"

"It's just a wet-behind-the-ears rookie! Don't be afraid, bastards!"

Perhaps there was a clever one among them, trying to boost the morale of the surrounding men.

And I enjoyed crushing even that hope.

"Idiots. Do you really think I came here alone after witnessing this scene?"

".........?"

I pointed my finger at the one who seemed to be trying to assess the situation first.

"You first. Out."

"What the hell──"

Without any warning, a hole appeared in the forehead of the man who had just opened his mouth.

The man stood dazed, as if he couldn't comprehend what had just happened to him.

Eventually, his body collapsed to the ground.

"......What the?"

"W-What happened! He just died suddenly!"

"Is it a sniper?! But there was no gunshot!"

"Correct. You there, lie down, and you might be spared."

As the man who had immediately sprawled on the ground had said, there was indeed a sniper behind me.

Organization members cleared the surroundings, while the main force of the operation crushed the enemy's main troops.

This was my unique hunting method.

The hunt of 'Yoojin Han Calione.'

"Those who are not lying on the ground yet will be considered as refusing to surrender."

Removing my black suit, folding it neatly, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt, and straightening my tie, I glared at the enemies before me.

"From now on, the execution of the Blunte Family begins."

Did they realize this declaration meant their end?

"C-Charge!"

The members of the Blunte Family charged at me, wielding a variety of blunt weapons.

Maces, iron rods, wooden planks with nails embedded. A savage combination, to say the least.

But sorry to say, they didn't seem to be the main force, no matter how I looked at it.

- I'll provide cover.

At the same time as the voice came through the earpiece, organization members who had been hiding along the walls sprang out and began shooting at the Blunte Family.

Quantity against quantity. The unchanging law since time immemorial.

When the storm passed, most of the riffraff were left lying on the ground, groaning faintly.

Beside those fallen.

Standing were those who couldn't be taken down with bullets—the Awakened ones.

They were the true power of the Blunte Family.

"You damned bastard!! Die!"

The riffraff charged at me with clubs.

The organization member next to me tried to step forward, but I stopped him with a silent hand gesture.

Those guys had passed the first culling; they were my prey.

"Sssss..."

As I inhaled, I felt the emotions of fear from my prey.

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

All these emotions coursed through my veins, swelling my muscles and sharpening my mind.

"Die──!"

I clenched my fist, stepped forward, and deflected the club coming at me.

"W-What the!"

With a cracking sound, the club broke. My fist passed through it and struck the man's face.

It felt as though I were smashing a block of Styrofoam. His face caved in, and he flew backward.

"You monster bastard!"

A mace flew toward me from the side, but I bent my extended arm and deflected it with my elbow.

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

That's two. The more brutally and overwhelmingly I dealt with them, the stronger I felt.

"Ignore the Awakened ones! Bullets don't work on them anyway! Focus on that bastard!"

Their judgment wasn't bad. Ordinary bullets couldn't kill the Awakened.

However, their opponent was Calione's Execution Squad.

Specialists who could restrict or subdue enemies impervious to bullets.

With support from the Execution Squad, I smashed, crushed, and annihilated the riffraff rushing at me.

The mixture of blood, bullets, and gunpowder created a battlefield atmosphere.

Finally, when there were no more enemies standing, the cacophony of gunfire subsided.

"Those still alive and who wish to live, stay lying flat on the ground."

Catching my breath, I brushed off the blood and dirt from my hands as I said this, and one by one, they began lying flat on the ground.

"Good, good. That's a good boy."

The ancestors were right—beating someone really does bring them to their senses.

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

"Damn it, what's the meaning of this!"

Ah, so he finally showed up.

The boss of the Blunte Family, 'Red Club' Carlo Blunte.

The bastard who didn't realize he'd already declined and became a stray dog, using his master's name to wreak havoc.

"I just finished cleaning, and now there's more blood to deal with."

Muttering complaints, I looked at Blunte, who wore an expression of dread as our eyes met.

"You crazy bastard... So, Vito Calione sent you, an enforcer? Do you think a brat like you could make me flinch?"

Was he trying to take the lead even in this situation? Blunte smiled as if relaxed.

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

"Well. Of course, you should be scared. Carlo."

A black fedora and a stylish beard. And even a black suit and white gloves.

If the word 'dignity' were embodied as a human, would it look like that? That was the thought that came to mind.

My father's right-hand man and Calione's best hitman.

Parnello Ramici.

An elderly man known as the Sword of Calione.

"Do you know who you're flapping that vile mouth at, Carlo?"

"Pa-Parnello Ramici...! Why are you here...?!"

Carlo Blunte's face hardened at the sight of Parnello. He hadn't expected Parnello to come along.

"Since this is our Young Master's first mission, I came to see how well he performs."

As he said that, he kicked the guy lying beneath him with his foot.

"Chair."

"...Ugh."

The guy who had been lying down got up and prostrated himself. Parnello sat on the man's back and crossed his legs.

Parnello pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled smoke with a faint smile.

"I'll be rooting for you, Young Master."

"...Sure."

These were the two things I had asked my father for.

To allow me to go to execute the Blunte Family with another executor, Parnello, and to let me have a one-on-one duel with Blunte.

I had asked my father in order to obtain the reward that could only be gained by taking down that bastard alone.

In the game, my final concept character was the Godfather.

When playing 'Saber Crowd,' I happened to attack Blunte before Calione.

The cause was simple. While competing with Calione, I ended up attacking the Blunte Family and then had a one-on-one fight with Blunte. It was then that I obtained the item.

'Midas's Gloves.'

[Midas's Gloves]. A relic with the [Immutable] ability, which means they can never be torn or destroyed.

With this body that had developed for bare-handed combat, I absolutely needed that item to reach the end of the game.

As soon as I asked my father to entrust me with the Blunte case, a quest came flying my way.

[Hidden Quest]

[The Traitor of the Organization]

[Carlo Blunte, realizing the power of a relic he obtained, is plotting to collect relics and absorb Calione. Eliminate Carlo Blunte!]

[Objective: The death or incapacitation of Carlo Blunte]

[Reward: Midas's Gloves, New Trait]

A quest with an additional trait was created.

Missing this opportunity would make me an idiot.

Besides, my father is already strong enough as it is, so wouldn't it be fine for me to take this much?

"Ha! Damn Calione. So, you're here to gang up on me, huh?"

"Ridiculous. Do you think you're worth that much effort?"

"What!?"

"You're more than enough for me alone."

Blunte's expression twisted into a scowl at my words.

"Me? The head of the Blunte Family and the so-called Red Club of blood? Fight someone like you, a wet-behind-the-ears brat?"

Go ahead, get angry. Let your rage fill your head.

"Parnello! The organization shouldn't be doing this to me! Even if I am to be executed, the organization owes me an honorable fight!"

"For a traitor, you sure talk a lot."

"What?"

Blunte snapped his head to glare at me, perhaps having heard my muttering.

Well, I did say it so he could hear.

"The Young Master of Calione is offering to fight you, so why do you have so many complaints? Die scrambling like a bug, as befits a traitor. Our Calione has no intention of granting you the honor you crave."

"...Ha! The Young Master of Calione, you say? Are you claiming to be the son of the Don?"

"You know well. Don't I look like him?"

"You do indeed, Young Master."

Parnello responded wittily to my words. I grinned faintly and glared at Blunte.

"So there you have it. If that clears up your final curiosity before you die, then good."

This place, the Blunte Family's mansion, was filled with countless emotions that seeped into my body with every breath, wrapping around me.

Ah, how much effort had I put into crafting this field.

From the start, to use [Baby Boss] and the bloodline ability [Calione] at maximum efficiency, I fired pointless shots, ensured survivors felt terror, and deliberately applied horrifyingly restrained force.

Everything was prepared for this very moment.

"Traitor. Carlo Blunte. I will carry out Calione's will."

Rain began to fall in the garden of the Blunte Family's mansion.