I Became a Mafia in the Academy - Chapter 250

Chapter 250

I never thought I’d see the day when I’d say this to myself, but.

The ceiling was familiar.

“Ah. Are you awake?”

A familiar voice came from the side so I turned my head to see Alessia knitting.

“What are you knitting in the middle of summer?”

“I’m getting a head start before winter.”

“Ah.”

Apparently she stayed with me while I passed out.

“AndParnello?”

“You mean Lord Parnello? I understand that after carrying you up from your fainting spell, he gave you a quick treatment and got back to work.”

“Really?”

“Incidentally, as Sir Parnello was leaving, he happened to bump into Consigliere, who was passing through.”

“Bumped into him?”

“They were both laughing so hard I could hear them from down the hall.”

“Oh.”

I had a vague idea what they were laughing about.

It was because I, and no one else, had succeeded in wounding Parnello, the so-called Hound of Corleone.

It must have been a delightful sight for the two of them.

“Oh, right! What time is it?”

“You’re finally asking, it’s exactly 8:30 p.m. We’re scheduled for our nightly policing activity, the night walk, in about an hour.”

I glance at my desk clock in disbelief; she’s right, family dinner is long over. I could feel my stomach growl with hunger from the vigorous movement.

As if reading my expression, Alessia smirks.

“I’ve spoken to the chef and set aside a meal for you, Master, so you can have a quick bite to eat.”

“Well, that’s not what I was worried about.”

What worries me more than not eating is not being part of the dinner table.

My father was a man who valued family meals.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s a big deal, is it? I’m sure Don was quite pleased to hear about your deeds.”

It seemed that the rumor of my bout with Parnello had already spread throughout the mansion.

I’m a little embarrassed.

Where the hell is my personal privacy.?

I got out of bed and stretched to loosen up a bit.

“Who is my walking partner tonight?”

“Uh, yeah. I understand you’re going with Ms. Latte today.”

“Latte?”

Well, then, I guess there’s nothing to worry about.

“I’ll be ready in a minute. Thanks for staying with me while I passed out.”

“You’re welcome. It was the least I could do.”

Alessia stood up from the knitting she had been working on.

After seeing her off, I finished the meal that had been prepared in the kitchen.

It was almost time for my night walk, and as I prepared to go out into the garden to wait for it, I spotted Latte coming toward me in the distance.

“Ah! Master!”

She waves, as if she’s spotted me from the other side as well.

“I haven’t seen you since you returned from Italy, have I?”

“Probably not, thank you then.”

She had assisted me in Italy, hijacking and revising Michaela’s report.

Thanks to her, we were able to successfully complete the raid, not to mention the Vatican’s support, so I’d say she had a lot to do with that mission.

“Aye, it was something I had to do, and thanks to you, I was able to get the Vatican’s information and check their reporting system, so I think it was a good opportunity. Ah, today was Area E. How are you going to get to Area E?”

“Well, I was going to ride my bike, is that okay?”

“A bike? I don’t mind, I’ll drive, after all, I learned to drive from Alessia and I’m pretty good on a bike.”

Suddenly, PTSD flared up as I remembered what had happened in the past.

“Oh, no, it’s okay, I have a license now, I’ll drive.”

“Well, if that’s what you say, I can’t help itI could really make it fun.”

Does it make sense to have fun driving in the first place?

I’ll have to remember to be careful with Latte’s driving in the future.

I walk to the garage at the mansion and hop on my bike, which is set aside.

She immediately sits on the back and puts on the helmet I hand her.

“Wow! LEGO LEGO~”

She stomps her feet in excitement.

“Where did you learn to say that?”

“What? At the academy, everyone said Lego Lego Lego?”

She’s been working part-time at the academy and picked up some weird words along the wayIt suddenly occurred to me that she might be the kind of person who uses MZ terminology just because she learned it, but I didn’t say it out loud.

“OkayI’m going.”

“Yeah!”

I fired up the bike and rode out of the garden, heading straight for Area E.

“By the way, don’t you usually hate it when we go for a night walk because it’s extra work? You look so happy.”

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Anyone else would be grumbling about having to work when they were supposed to be resting.

“I do, but the Intelligence Department of Corleone is busier than you’d think, there’s always overtime, and most of the time we’re holed up in alcoves, organizing or decrypting information, so it’s better to get out and get some fresh air and eat something good~”

“So, it’s like a legitimate escape.”

“Exactly! Hehe.”

If it were me, I’d be very happy to get a chance to go for a walk in the middle of a night shift.

“By the way, Master. What’s Area E like? I think I’ve been to all the other areas, but I’ve never been to Area E.”

Area E? What can I say about Area E? Well, its a polite place.”

“A polite place?”

“Area E is kind of like a Korean Texas, where most people have guns. No, it’s more like Detroit or Baltimore than Texas. It’s a place where people are really polite because you never know when you’re going to say the wrong thing and get shot.”

Area E is one of the largest concentrations of Gunsmith shops and companies that import guns from overseas.

Of course, it’s also home to a significant number of black markets in the back of the market.

“Ah. I know what you mean. Wouldn’t that make it difficult for policing efforts? After all, it’s a place full of guns.”

“No, no matter how many guns there are, the people there aren’t stupid enough to attack Corleone openly. So it’s probably safer here than anywhere else.”

“Is that so? I’m happy to hear you say that~”

After traveling for a few tens of minutes, we arrived at Area E.

It’s definitely a commercialized area, and there were tented stalls all over the streets, and people with their hoods pulled down tightly as they hawked their wares.

“Oh, so this is what it feels like,” she says, “definitely more holstered than other places.”

True to her word, there were holsters for handguns around most of the waists as we passed down the street.

-This asshole, I’m going to kill him!

-Win!

A group of people were milling in the distance.

As I approached, wondering what was going on, I saw two men glaring at each other.

“What are they doing?”

“A duel.”

“A duel?”

The two people stood still, staring at each other as if they were determined.

But if you look closely, you can see that their hands are slowly moving toward their holsters.

And then.

Bang!

The man on the left pulls out his gun first and shoots his opponent.

The man on the right immediately takes a bullet to the chest and falls backwards, and in an instant, the match is decided.

“The left one wins, let’s go.”

“What? Uh, is it okay to not interfere?”

“Alas, don’t worry. The bulletproof vests here are kind of like underwear, so he’ll be fine.”

“What? That’s not what happened, a man shot at a man, right?”

“Oh, that’s kind of complicated to explain.”

Zone E is a more autonomous place than the others.

They honor and respect Corleone, but they don’t want to forget their traditionsor something.

It’s funny to say that, but that’s the way they settle fights here, and it’s a tradition to accept it as it is.

Anyway,

“You fucking asshole!”

The man on the right, who had fallen to the ground, pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his opponent, who had turned around.

I stopped explaining to Latte, pulled my Tokarev from his holster, and fired a round into the fallen man’s chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The man collapses in a heap, unconscious before he can even pull the trigger.

Anyway, the match itself is legal. It is illegal to not be able to control ones anger and seek revenge like that.

“Ah.”

It’s a wild neighborhood.

Just then, a man appeared from the distance, pushing his way through the crowd.

“What kind of a neighborhood is this, with all the shootings every day huh?”

He had a cowboy hat on his head and a gold star badge on his chest.

That’s the man in charge of Area E’s security.

“Is thatby any chance, Mr. Sheriff?”

It was the man they called the sheriff in Sector E.

“Oh, I was just about to pay you a visit, but you’re here now, aren’t you?”

Rick Fester, one of the fastest guns in the CS universe and a member of Corleones organization, and a specialist when it came to handguns.

Somehow, he recognized me right away.

“Ahaha,” he said, “I came out quickly when I heard about your night this time, butI must have embarrassed you as soon as you arrived.”

He smirked, then made a “whiz-!” sound, calling for someone.

“Hurry up and take him to the detention center.”

“Yes, sir. Sheriff.”

Rick shook his head as he watched the man being hauled away by the men behind him.

“One wrong move and he could have killed the guy who won the fight.”

“I saw his gun pointed at his head and intervened. Oh, in that case, do I get arrested too?”

I ask half-jokingly, and he waves his hand.

“Of course not. In cases like this, you would usually receive a reward at the sheriff’s discretion, which is what this place, Area E, is all about.”

A reward.

Well, that’s a little something I’d like.

“How about, I know it’s only a pittance to you, Master, but would you like areward?”

“No, I’d rather have something else.”

“something else?”

I look at him questioningly and wave the Tokarev in my hand.

“Well, I’m a pistol guy myself, and I’ve always wanted to take lessons. Is that possible?”

“Is it an old-fashioned pistolTulski Tokarev?”

“Yes. It was a gift from my father. You won’t say no to a pistol, will you?”

I sneak a glance at the handsome revolver in his holster.

How could that be! Even though I use a revolver, pistols are also my thing. If there’s a problem.

“Problem?”

“Well, I’m on the trail of a criminal with a bounty on his head, and it’s important to catch him, so I’m afraid I won’t be available today.”

“Oh.”

Apparently, the sheriff had other duties.

Just as I was about to reply with a disappointed “okay”.

[A new Hidden Quest has been created!]

“Huh?”

The quest appeared out of nowhere.