Thompson submachine gun, also known as the "Chicago Typewriter," this gun has a 100-year history, having been created during World War I.
Originally used by mafia hitmen in the real world, the true value of the Thompson submachine gun was realized and perfected by the worst and strongest mafia boss who dominated the underworld during the Prohibition era, Al Capone.
The creators of CS found this story interesting and incorporated it into the CS universe, resulting in the creation of the "Tommy Gun," named after Al Capone's Tommy.
It was a relic dormant in this shop.
"Al Capone's Tommy Gun? Don't talk nonsense, kid. Would I sell something like that in this run-down store?"
The shop owner was initially surprised, but then changed his expression and brazenly tried to shoo me away.
Without flinching, I responded, "Are you saying that Corleone's information is wrong?"
The shop owner trembled from my suddenly cold attitude.
But, than as if he couldn't give up, he glared at me.
"Don't be ridiculous! Even if I had it, why should I give it to you?"
Was this how it was going to end?
Although I wanted nothing more than to turn this shop upside down and walk out with Al Capone's Tommy Gun, this was also Corleone's territory.
I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize my reputation, so I sighed and walked up to the counter, looking up.
"Really? Okay. Then let me make you an offer you can't refuse."
"What?"
He was taken aback by my sudden proposal.
Ignoring him, I walked over to a nearby storefront and tore off a sticker that was stuck to the wall.
"Judging by the design, this is a symbol of the Blunte family under Corleone organization. The fact that it's here means that you're under their protection, right?"
The Blunte family was a group of guys who primarily used blunt weapons, and were notorious for being the worst quality among Corleone's subsidiaries.
Originally one of the factions in the self-defense group, the Blunte family changed after the second boss took over.
They started to become obsessed with filling their own pockets, instead of protecting the city and the weak.
Corleone's boss, Don Vito Corleone began to pay attention to their behavior.
Remembering this, I had made a request to my father today.
'Father, I have a request.'
'As a son?'
'Yes. I would like you to entrust me with the Blunte family matter.'
Among the many plays I played, this was one of the lines.
[After the start of the Academy, it wasn't long before the Blunte family was destroyed. Don Vito Calleone was the one behind it.]
This event was something that could never be easily forgotten for anyone who played CS.
It was the first mention of the power of Vito Corleone, the Godfather of the Underworld, after starting to play.
[Government involvement? Such a thing would never be allowed. He said he would take care of his own family. What can the government do about Vito Corleone?]
And that man was now my father.
'The Blunte family…where do you hear that.?'
At that time, my father, who had granted my request, asked me with a very serious expression.
The plan to eliminate the Blunte family was known only to a few people within the organization.
But I couldn't exactly say that I saw it in a game, so I gave my father the most favorable answer.
'I too am a Corleone.'
And this prediction was perfectly confirmed as I saw my father's mouth curl upwards.
'Well, that kind of information can be obtained on your own, can't it?'
I couldn't give a straight answer to my father's question, so I just smiled.
'Even though the Blunte family may have weakened compared to their prime, they are still under the control of the Corleone family. What do you plan to do?'
Originally, the story would have been that my father would take care of it alone, but…
I am now the successor to the Corleone family.
Therefore, to ensure the most effective strategy, I gave my father the most favorable answer.
'I will handle it in the way of Corleone.'
'Corleone's way? Haha! That's no different from saying you'll handle it like your father.'
My Father also chuckled, as if he had understood the hidden meaning.
'Well then, go ahead and do as you wish. If you need anything, just tell me.'
I had prepared so long to hear this response.
To seize this opportunity, I immediately put on a bright smile and made my request to my father.
'Then may I make just one request?'
.
.
.
That was a few hours ago.
As a result, I was able to create an opportunity to gain both my father's approval and a new weapon.
All for this moment.
"The Blunte Family is protecting this place? Are you serious? Looks like you're being exploited or something."
"How did you…?"
I showed the guy my ID card.
My full name was clearly written on it.
[Eugene Han Corleone]
"Huh?"
The guy's expression was shocked when he saw my last name on the ID.
"It's the boss's orders. As of today, the Blunte Family has been expelled from Corleone and will pay the price of betrayal. That's my father, Don's will."
After saying that, I turned around and walked out of the shop.
"P-please! Young master, young master!"
The owner, who had been treating me like a child, rushed out of the shop, changed his tone as soon as he found out who I really was, and grabbed me, stopping me in my tracks.
I was treated like a child, and in the end, as soon as he found out that I was the son of the boss, I was treated like a young master.
"What now?"
I spoke to him in an irritated tone, and the owner looked around before grabbing my arm and raising his head.
"You're not thinking of going alone, are you? No matter how rotten they are, they're still the Bluntes!"
Why was he stating the obvious?
I let out a sigh and pulled my arm away from him before saying, "I never said I was going alone."This chapter's initial release occurred on the N0v3l-B1n site.
I had clearly informed my father that I would handle things "The Corleone way."
From now on, it was time to unveil the joint work of Corleone and the veteran gamer.
***
In front of the mansion where the Blunte family is located.
The original me was essentially just an ordinary person in the 21st century, who avoided both hurting and cursing others.
Therefore, in this situation, it was natural to be trembling, but for some reason, my heart was completely calm.
"Is it because of this?"
The new ability I recently gained.
[Name: Eugene Han Corleone]
[Gender: Male]
[Occupation: Heir to the Underworld]
[Abilities: Bad Boy, Heir to the Underworld, Hitman]
[Hitman]
[1 Ruthless killer – the sword of the organization that eliminates its enemies. Hitmen maintain their composure in any situation.
Proficiency in firearms greatly increases.]
It's probably because of the effect of maintaining composure in any situation that comes with the new hitman ability I gained.
The huge mansion in front of me was the headquarters of the Blunte family, also known as the Blunte House.
Two armed guards and surveillance cameras guard the entrance.
There will be numerous defense forces inside.
"Shall I take a look?"
I took a deep breath and walked confidently towards the Blunte House.
"Hey! Who are you?"
One of the men guarding the gate shouted as I approached.
Ignoring him, I looked at the camera and recited the prepared lines.
"This is a statement from Don Vito. 'Traitor Carlo Blunte. You have dishonored the Corleone family, and will face consequences.
However, if you come forward now and sincerely repent for your crimes, I will take responsibility and give you a chance to start a new life.' Will Carlo Blunte accept the boss's offer?"
This was a rule I learned in my training as a successor of the Corleone family.
Called the "Last chance" rule, it was my father's final mercy on his former colleagues and family.
The guard seemed to hesitate for a moment after hearing my words, but then quickly started speaking into his radio.
And then, with a mocking grin, he shouted at me.
"The boss says eat sh*t."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Then I have no choice but to resort to force."
I said this with a sly smile on my face.
"Chi cerca trova."
(Translation: Seek and ye shall find.)
Knock, and it will be opened to you.
At the same time, the mansion was engulfed in a tremendous flash of light and noise.
The sound of explosions, gunfire, bullets hitting the ground, excited cheers from members of the organization shouting, and even the screams of enemies crying out like children.
Eventually, most of the noise faded away, and only the sound of groaning could be heard quietly. Then, a voice came from the earpiece on my left.
"The entrance is clear, young master."
"Thank you."
I said that and bowed briefly towards the back before stepping into the half-destroyed gate.
– Phase one of Blunte smashing has begun.
"What the hell is going on here?"
As the commotion outside died down, burly adult mens started pouring out of the mansion.
And soon after, those guys were stunned by the sight of the unfolded hell. I declared to them in a cold voice.
"I am executioner Eugene Han Corleone. Anyone who wants to live, lie down on the ground and stay there."
Due to the commotion that just happened and the scene in front of them, the feeling of fear began to emerge from those guys.
A different emotion, one that was truly dimensionally different from goblins.
However, it seemed that this level of fear was not enough, as those guys who soon realized they were under attack began to glare at me one by one.
"That b**tard…!"
"The opponent smells like sour milk, and he's just a beginner! Don't be scared, you b**tards!"
Despite that, there was one smart guy mixed in, trying to boost the morale of those around him.
And I preferred to crush even that kind of hope.
"How utterly disappointment. Do you really think I came here alone even after seeing this scenery?"
"...?"
I aimed my index finger at the guy who was trying to assess the situation around him first.
"First, you. Out."
"What the hell–"
A hole suddenly appears in the guy's forehead without any warning from just a moment ago when he opened his mouth.
The guy stands there dumbfounded, not knowing what happened to him.
Eventually, the guy's corpse is slammed onto the ground.
"What is this?"
"W-what happened?! He just died suddenly!"
"Is it a sniper?! I didn't hear any gunshots!"
"Correct. You, lie down and I'll spare your life."
As the one of the guys said, there was a sniper behind me right now.
The organization members clean up the surroundings, and Me, the protagonist of the operation, crushes the enemy's main force right away.
This is my own hunting style.
The hunting of Eugene Han Corleone.
"The ones who haven't lay down so far are considered to have refused to surrender."
After neatly folding his black suit and laying it aside, he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and straightens his tie while glaring at the enemies in front of him.
"From now on, we will execute the Blunte Family."
Have they realized that this declaration is their end?
"Attack!"
The Blunte Family members rush towards me with all kinds of blunt weapons: Maces, Iron clubs, Wooden sticks, and more. It's a brutal combination.
But I feel sorry for them. They don't seem to be the main force.
"We'll protect you."
As I hear a voice from my earpiece, the Corleone Organization's members hiding behind the wall start shooting at Blunte Family.
Quantity is sometimes quality. That's an unchanging law.
After a storm of bullets, most of the weaklings are lying on the ground, groaning.
But the ones standing next to me are awakened individuals who cannot be taken down by bullets.
They were the true Blunte's forces.
"You f**ker! Die!"
The weaklings with their baseball bats rush towards me, but I stop my nearby comrade from stepping forward with my hand.
He was my prey that I had already weeded out in the first round.
"Hmph...."
As I take a deep breath, I feel the emotions of those who are afraid of me.
Fear, despair, screams, anger, confusion, pain.
All these emotions flow through my veins, causing my muscles to expand and my mind to clear.
"Die──!"
I clench my fist and swing at the incoming bat.
-BAMM
With a sharp sound, the bat breaks. My fist pierces through it and hits the guy's face.
It feels like breaking a Styrofoam block. The guy's face is completely crushed as his body flew backward.
"…..Damn Monster!"
Again, a mace flies from the side. I fold my extended arm and hit the mace aside with my elbow.
At the same time, my left hand jabs forward. Another victim is hit by my fist and flies far away.
Like this, two people. Whenever I face enemies more cruelly and overwhelmingly, my body fills with strength.
"The awakened ones can take hits, and ignore the bullets that won't kill them! Just aim for those bastards!"
Their judgment was not bad. The awakened ones don't die from ordinary bullets.
However, the opponents were the executioners of Corleone.
They were specialists in restraining or subduing enemies that bullets cannot penetrate.
With the support of the executioners, I crush, break, and smash the rushing mobs.
The scene of blood, bullets, and gunpowder mixed together is truly a battlefield.
Finally, when there is no one left around me, the noisy gunshots subside.
"If there's someone among those who still have breath that wants to live, lie down on the ground with your belly up."
As I spoke while wiping the blood and dirt off my hands, one by one, people started lying down on the ground.
"Good, that's right."
As expected, the ancestors were never wrong in their words of wisdom that help one come back to their senses.
Just as I was wiping the blood off my shirt, a sound was heard coming from the mansion.
"F*ck! Why is so noisy.?"
Ah, finally, he's here.
Carlo Blunte, the boss of the Blunte Family and the "Red Club," who didn't even realize he was already a washed-up and discarded b**tard, was using his owner's name to carry out his evil deeds.
"I just finished cleaning up, and now there's more blood."
As I grumbled, he looked at me and made a disgusted expression.
"You got to be kidding me… Vito Corleone sent you as an executioner? Even if he did, do you think I'd be afraid of a punk like you?"
Even in this situation, Blunte smiled as if he had the upper hand.
Just as I was about to tell him not to show off, I heard another voice behind me.
"Well, Of course, you should be scared. Carlo."
A black fedora and a well-groomed beard. And even a black suit and white gloves.
If the word "Class" were made into a human, this man would come to mind.
He was my father's right-hand man and Corleone's top hitman, Parnello Ramichi.
He was an elderly man known as the Corleone's sword.
"Do you know who he is and are you making fun of him with your lowly words, Carlo?"
"P-Parnello Ramichi…! Why are you…?!"
Blunte's expression stiffened upon seeing Parnello. It was an expression that he couldn't even imagine that Parnello would come with them.
"Becuase It's our Young Master's first mission. I came to see how well he'll do."
He spoke and kicked the guy lying under him with his foot.
"Get up."
"…Ugh."
The guy who was lying down stood up in a dog pose.
Parnello sat on his back and crossed his legs.
He then put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, exhaling smoke with a grin.
"I'll be rooting for you, Young Master."
"…Okay."
These were the two things I asked my father for:
To allow Parnello to come with them as another executor when executing the Blunte Family, and to allow him to have a one-on-one showdown with Blunte.
He asked his father for these things in order to obtain the reward that could only be obtained by catching that b**tard alone.
It was during the game, with my final concept character, the godfather.
When I played 'Saber Crowd,' I accidentally hit Blunte before even Corleone did.
The reason was simple. While competing with Corleone, I ended up hitting the Blunte family and had to fight 1:1 with Blunte.
The item I obtained from that was the "Gauntlet of Midas."
The artifact possessed the power of "Immutable" which meant that it would never tear or be destroyed.
To beat the game with my hand-to-hand combat skills, I absolutely needed that item.
As soon as I asked my father to give me the Blunte mission, a hidden quest came my way.
[Hidden Quest]
[Traitor of the Organization]
[Carlo Blunte has realized the power of the artifact he has obtained and is planning to collect artifacts to absorb Corleone's power. Eliminate Carlo Blunte!]
[Objective: Death of Carlo Blunty and Carlo Blunty's incapacitation]
[Reward: Gauntlet of Midas, New ability]
A quest with an attached ability had arisen.
I would be a fool to miss this opportunity.
My Father is already strong enough. Can't I have this much?
"Haa! Damn you. Is that why you're trying to fight me in group now?"
"Pathetic. Do you really think you're worth it?"
"What!?"
"You're no match for me alone."
Blunte's expression twisted at my words.
"Me? The head of the Blunte Family and known as the 'Red Club'? You want me to fight a brat like you!?"
Go ahead, get angry. Let rage fill your head.
"Parnello! The organization shouldn't have done this to me! Even if I'm executed, the organization has a duty to give me an honorable battle!"
"Talking a lot for a traitor."
"What?"
Blunte, who has heard my muttering, turns his head and glares at me.
Well, I did say it loud enough, purposefully.
"Why do you have so many complaints when Young Master of Corleone said he'll fight you? You're flailing around like a bug as a traitor. Corleone doesn't care about your honor."
"…Ha! Corleone's Young Master? Are you saying you're Don Vito's Son?"
"You know it well. Don't we look alike?"
"Yes, you do. Young Master."
Parnello, who receives my words wittily. I smile at Blunte.
"Is that so? I'm glad your last curiosity has been resolved before you die."
The many emotions floating around in the Blunte Family mansion embrace me with each breath, wrapping around my entire body.
Ah, how much effort did I put into creating this field?
To make the most efficient use of the trait 'Baby Boss' and the bloodline ability 'Corleone,' from the beginning, I , intentionally spared those who would have died to avoid wasting, 'Fear Feelings', and deliberately allowing terrible injuries.
"Traitor. Carlo Blunte. I will execute the will of Don Corleone."
Rain began to fall in the Blunte Family garden.
Note: If you feel confused about 'Carlo' not realizing 'Eugene's' identity despite 'Parnello' calling him 'Young Master' Is because.
Corleone sees their allies as a family and even those who are not from a direct 'Corleone' bloodline, and also while 'Parnello' did call him 'Young Master' he never once mentioned him as 'Don Vito's son.]