At around 11 at night, Wallace Benz drove out of his house and out of the Plaza Estate. He headed in a direction based on the map while tuning in to "Not Afraid" by Eminem in his car. He drove while humming the music, with mental demons following.
He continued humming to the music while driving until it finished, then switched to another song. He drove for an hour and a half before leaving the city, where high-rise buildings were all over. He continued heading south toward the border of the city.
After another 30 minutes, he arrived at the border of the city in the middle of nowhere. Normally, people don't come here on foot because coming here means they want to cross into another city, so they usually take buses and other forms of transportation, and that's only during the day. At night, no normal human being dares to come here unless they are criminals, because this place is a crime haven.
It's called Little Italy of Manhattan, a place where Italian and American cultures have mixed together. Those who have their base here are either Italians or half-Italian and half-American. Going inside a little, there are old buildings all around. Immigrants from Italy also live here while paying protection fees, since they can't afford the expensive apartments in town.
All sorts of crimes happen here. During the day, there's drug transportation, and at night, robbery, killing, raping, and stuff like that. He drove his car into the run-down city. The reason he came here is just to see if there's any way he can source information.
People outside looked at the car with all kinds of gazes, even though they couldn't see the person driving it. They know he must definitely be a super-wealthy individual. Wallace also used his clairvoyance ability; he can now sense things 20 meters from him. He used it to the fullest, knowing that he can't be careless.
He drove to a bustling club. His car stood out as he parked. He got down from the car, and people looked at him strangely. The guys looked at him with greedy gazes due to the car he was using, while the ladies looked at him with shining gazes. Rich, handsome, and imposing—it would be better if they could get together with him.
He put his hands into the pocket of his trousers and sauntered into the club. Ladies tried to get closer to him, but the cold aura he emitted kept them at bay. It still couldn't stop them from ogling him and trying their best to get close to him.
He walked to the bar and sat down. "A cup of your strongest wine," he asked the lady in front of him. The lady threw flirtatious gazes at him.
"Okay, boy," she said. He looked at her—she's also considered beautiful and has the full assets a lady must have, making her attractive.
The shirt she was wearing had three unbuttoned buttons from which her breasts spilled out, and the skirt she was wearing barely covered her buttocks. With that dress, she looked more like a seductive secretary—one that any guy who thinks with the lower part of their body will do all they can to have.
Very soon, she arrived with a cup that had red wine in it. He gulped it down as he took out a cigarette and lit it up.
"One more," he said, and she brought him another cup of wine.
"Any latest information?" he asked.
"Baby boy, I'm just a bartender, not an informant," she said, sizing him up and down.
"But I might consider giving you some if you can just spend a night with this sister," she said, sizing him up and biting her lips flirtatiously.
Wallace smiled and brought out the left hand that was in his pocket, and with it, a thick stack of $10 bills followed and landed on the table.
"Any latest information?" he asked.
The lady looked at the stack that was close to $10,000. She stretched her hand to take the bill, but Wallace pushed it back.
"You haven't given me what I want," he said.
"The head of the Carlos family in Italy has been killed, so the family has been temporarily disbanded due to being targeted by the remaining families in the country," she said.
"The consigliere of their family is said to be in New York, but he dares not enter any city because the Italian government is after him."
"Why?" he asked, releasing the stack of money. She quickly snatched it.
"Dumbass, the Carlos family is one of the most influential mafia families in the country. They trade jade, they have tobacco farms, they have a city worth of vegetation, and those are just some of their legal businesses.
Underneath, they are the main dealers of arms. They have branches in Mexico, China, France, and New York. They also have the most powerful information branch in the world," she said. His eyes shone when he heard
"information branch"; it's just what he needed now.
"Their leader is the sole reason they can rule because he is a man with an iron fist. When he ascended to the position, he suppressed every one of their opponents, but now that he's dead, the remaining are just too weak. They have to disband to protect themselves.
"The consigliere is also said to be the adopted son of the leader, so the documents of the property are with him. He had to run away from Italy because the Italian government and the mafia are also after him, trying to get a share of the properties," she said.
The gears in Wallace's brain spun as he thought about what he could do if he could get to the consigliere before others got to him.
"Do you know where he is?" he asked.
"Hehe," she gave a strange laugh.
"I don't know," she spoke with a voice indicating that she knows.
He passed her two stacks of bills again.
"That's $30,000," he said.
"The last place he was seen is in the city, but he just left some moments ago, and it looks like the Geneve family is hot on his tail. The family head is personally after him," she answered.
"How can I know where the family head is?" he asked as he passed her another stack of bills.
"That's a difficult answer," she said.
He passed her another stack again. She looked excited as she took the money.
"The man's secretary is the one who can get in touch with him, so you just have to go to his secretary to make a call, and by tapping into the phone, you need a hacker; you'll be able to get their location," she said.
"Where's the secretary?" he asked.
She smiled strangely as she looked at him.
"Bam!" His fist hit the table in front of him; it crashed, and he sprang up immediately. He jumped behind the lady and, at the same time, ten guys turned, pointing guns at him. Everything only happened within a second.
Screams broke out as everyone rushed out of the restaurant.
"Bam!" He hit the hand of the lady as she wanted to take a gun from the counter.
"You're the secretary," he asked.
"You better release me, and you might walk out of here with your life," she said, smiling confidently.
"If I tell you that I was just asking out of curiosity when you brought up the topic, will you believe me?" he asked.
"Of course not; you brought a Mercedes Benz 663 AMG with you, and you're dressed in such a way; I know you must definitely be after the consigliere," she said.
"Oh no, looks like you've misunderstood," he said.
"You better release me; those remaining people are on the way, and it won't be nice if they get you," she said.
"But I want to leave this place," he said, as he grabbed the gun from underneath the counter. He pulled the trigger immediately, and
"Pa!" One man went down.
The other nine all started to shoot, disregarding the lady.
"Looks like they don't care about you," he told her; her face was already pale.
"Of course, the safety of their boss comes first, and the boss has been after my body, which I did not give to him, so I know this day will definitely come sooner or later," she said.
Gunshots rang out as the things on the counter were knocked down; they all shot without even giving him the chance. Very soon, they shot their whole magazines.
"Fools," he clicked his tongue, as he stood up. They already sensed their position, trying to change their magazine, thinking that he won't be able to see them, but his clairvoyance ability already singled each of them out.
"Pa, Pa!" He shot three times as he jumped off the counter, and three men went down. He shot two times upon landing, and another two went down. He rolled toward the one closest to him and
"Bang!" punched his head. His skull fractured, and he fell to the ground limply.
By the time he had finished, the remaining three had already finished loading, but before they could lock onto him, another two had gone down with two shots. The remaining one dropped his gun in shock as Wallace pointed his gun at him.
"Too bad; you shot first," he said.
"Pa!" The last one went down.
He felt the wailing of souls as dark tentacles emerged from his back and pierced into the bodies of the dead people, absorbing the essence of their souls while strengthening him. He felt a warm current flow through his body before coagulating onto his abdomen region.
The number of skulls around him increased by one, and the wails intensified.
"Will you follow me, or do you want to wait for your death here?" he asked.