"What do you mean you could not get them again?" Simone shouted to the person at the other end of the phone.
The person explained everything that had happened and how they had to escape for their lives after fifty of them had been shot down by Antonio and the two ladies.
"So they still have a lot of trump cards," he said.
"Return back to the base; I will get to you," he said.
"Wallace, oh Wallace, what have you done? You don't even know that you are going against the Italian government. I don't know if you are foolish or confident. Let's wait and see how you will be rescued tomorrow," he said.
Back on the roof, Antonio sat on the floor with the three ladies. "It felt strangely satisfying, exchanging gunshots without the fear of dying," he said, smiling as he looked up at the moon.
"Yeah, the boss gave us this opportunity," Lucia answered.
"Talking about the boss, let's go back to conclude what we are doing," he said.
Back at the police station, Wallace smiled as the portal behind him closed, and the tentacles wriggling around his body returned to his body.
"My children must have done a good job then," he said.
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In Salario neighborhood, one of the spaces in Rome that only rich people live, the chief of police house was seen, with a flag of Italy hanging on it.
It was five in the morning when a shadow jumped over the fence and avoided the guards as he passed the blind area.
Inside the house, a man who looked like he was in his seventies just came out from his bathroom into his dressing room when he saw a sitting silhouette.
"Ahh," he shouted as he quickly reached out for where his gun was, but a gun had been pointed at him, making him freeze.
"Darling, what's the matter?" a voice was heard from the room.
The dark silhouette looked at the man and shook his head.
"Nothing," the chief answered.
Antonio stood up and walked towards him.
"Mr. Edoardo, you have quite the messy life," the silhouette whispered.
"What do you mean?" he asked with a shaky voice.
"Just last week, you received a bribe to kill a person in the cell, and you received a lot of them. Or should I tell your wife that you have three different mistresses outside, or is it other crimes that cannot be said?" the silhouette said, and Edoardo's face was already pale as he handed him a document.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Release Wallace Ace, and if you know what you are doing, tell your force not to interfere with his matters again," the silhouette said.
"Ah, I'm not..." He wanted to explain.
"Whether you go against your higher-ups or you want this to be revealed, anyway, there are a lot of transactions you made with them that must not be known to the outside world. I will use that to take down a couple of people," he said.
"I'll do it; please don't reveal any information," he begged.
"I will be waiting for your good news," the silhouette said and jumped out from the window.
He collapsed on the floor as he picked his phone and made a call.
"Hello, mayor," he said.
"Hello," the voice on the other end of the line was heard.
"I was visited today about Wallace," he said.
"Were you able to get the man?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.
"No, but he brought incriminating evidence that if released, the metropolitan, regional, and provincial level will be affected, wanting me to release Wallace first thing in the morning," he said.
"Come to my office now," the voice on the other end of the line was heard.
That morning, the mayor and the chief of police could not rest, but another one of their chess pieces had been taken down.
At around seven in the morning, a luxurious black jeep stopped in front of the station, and Laura got down from it with a bottle of wine and a cup.
She walked into the police station to see Wallace's cell being opened, and the cuffs were removed from his hand.
Wallace sneered at the guy that commanded him to be brought in as Laura walked towards him. He collected the cup, and she poured wine into the cup. He gulped it down and put his cup on the table.
"A gift from me," he said as Laura draped his coat over him.
The man sneered at him. "I hope our paths never cross again," he said.
"No problem; your chief won't allow our paths to cross again," he answered and walked out from the room with Laura following him.
That morning, in Sheraton Roma Hotel at the topmost floor, the important pillars of the country were in a room, the president of the region, the president of the province, the metropolitan mayor, and the mayor of the city, all sat. The regional president, which is a man that is in his seventies, looked at the document.
"This must not be released, and him having this means that he must also have dirt on us or even the president," the man said.
"We are at a massive disadvantage right now; those people have the advantage," he said.
"Wallace Ace from Ghana, he is only in our country for some days, and he had already stirred up this shit. The guy must be taken down, along with the dregs from the Carlos family; they are a massive threat to us," the man said.
"What can we do now, because it looks like the Carlos family wants to rise now?"
"They want to rise, but it's in their dreams," the man sneered.
"We will stop using the law, and we will all go underground to deal with them. This is not a fight for you anymore; I will inform the president," he said, sneering.
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Around nine that morning, at the president's office of the Storm construction corporation, the secretary walked in with a document and handed it to the man, who received it. He opened the document, only to see that it was from the Italian supreme government, summoning them to court due to Laura filing a case against them.
His face turned indignant immediately, as he picked up his phone and called Veneto, the prosecutor chief.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked.
"Those people have the upper hand, and if you allow it to persist till the court date, you will definitely lose the case," Veneto, on the other hand, said.
"Why?" he asked.
"It's already out of my power," he said.
"As a friend of yours, I will tell you that you should not allow it to reach the court stage; do all you can," Veneto told him and cut the call.
He dialed a number again, and the person on the other end of the line soon answered.
"Mrs. Laura, can we meet for a talk?" he asked.
"We will meet at the court, and if we meet there and win the case, you won't be allowed to keep the presidential mantle again," Laura said and cut the call.
"Arrgh," he screamed and cut through the phone away.
"Dig up every information you can find about the one that wants the Carlos family to rise now," he commanded.
"Okay, sir," the secretary bowed and retreated out of the office.
Just like that, Wallace's second day in Italy passed; it's only been two days, but he had already stirred up a storm in the country.
It was evening already, as they passed their time in the office, while Wallace himself slept. Suddenly, he received a call from Emilia; that's when he remembered that he came here with Emilia. The issues he had for the past two days had made him forget totally about Emilia.
"Hello," he greeted.
"Do you have time tonight?" the latter asked him.
"I have time," he answered.
"Let's meet at the Gustavo's restaurant, then," she said.
"Okay," he answered, as he grabbed his coat.
"Don't wait for me; we'll meet tomorrow," Wallace made his way out of the building and drove to the center of the city, where the restaurant was based on the GPS.
He entered and saw Emilia sitting; he went to sit across from her.
"How are you?" she asked.
"I'm good," he answered.
"What about the business you're here for?" she asked.
"Well, it's going well," he answered.
They ate as they talked about miscellaneous matters, and just like that, two hours passed, and it was eight in the evening.
They separated, and Wallace entered his car; he rested on his chair as he closed his eyes.
He still remembered the last evolution; it came with some perks. Ink-black tentacles wriggled across his body, forming a layer of ink-like solid armor. While in his hand, the tentacles wriggled into a slender but long sword with the design of two dragons coiling round its hilt.
In his left hand, also appeared a mass of ink-like energy. He can now utilize the unique energy his body produces.
He recalled everything, as he wanted to drive; his phone rang, and he picked it up.
"Hello," he said.
"I think it will be better for us to meet," he heard a voice on the other end of the line.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"You don't need to know who we are; rather, we have her with us," the voice said, and he heard Emilia's voice on the other end of the line.