All Chapters of BLACK DRAGON CONTRACT: Chapter 51
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Chapter 50: System: Diplomacy Skill Offer
PER SE RESTAURANT - 9:30 PMThe restaurant was starting to empty out. Only a few pairs of eyes stole glances at the corner table where a man sat alone with bloody hands on a white tablecloth.Marco Rossi stared at the shards of wine glass embedded in his palm. Thick red blood dripped, mixing with the spilled remains of expensive Château Margaux.A young waiter approached hesitantly, his face pale."Sir? D... do you need medical assistance? Or a towel?" the waiter asked, his voice trembling.Marco didn't look up. He pulled the largest shard of glass from his palm.SHRRIP.Blood gushed faster. But Marco's face remained flat. No wince of pain.[PAIN SUPPRESSION: ACTIVE (AUTO).]"I need the check," Marco said, placing the glass shard on a porcelain plate. "And a bottle of whiskey. The cheap stuff. My tongue can't tell the difference right now."The waiter nodded quickly and ran to the back.Marco leaned back in his chair. He felt defeated. Not in a fight—he could snap Thorne's neck in two
Chapter 51: Prison or Grave
RIKERS ISLAND - MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON03:00 AMRikers Island prison is the asshole of New York City. A place where hope dies faster than a rat crushed under a guard's boot. The smell is a mixture of cheap disinfectant, the sweat of thousands of caged men, and stale cabbage soup.But tonight, in the Block D communal kitchen (the isolation block), there was a new aroma.The scent of garlic and... almonds?"La la la~ Cook, cook, cook~ Special soup for the naughty boys~"Julian "Joker" Thorne hummed cheerfully while stirring a giant pot of watery corn grits. He wore a slightly oversized white chef's uniform, complete with a hairnet covering his striking blonde hair. A thick fake mustache sat crookedly on his lip.In his apron pocket, a fake ID card read: JOE "SLOPPY" MILLER - KITCHEN STAFF."Hey, Joe! Hurry up!" barked a fat guard standing at the kitchen door. "The VIP prisoners in the Isolation Block are hungry. They're screaming for food."Julian turned, giving a wide, terrifying smil
Chapter 52: Mary's Fear
FOUR SEASONS HOTEL SUITE 08:00 AMThe morning news on the flat screen TV was broadcasting a nightmare."...Tragedy at Rikers Island. Five newly transferred prisoners linked to an organized crime syndicate were found dead in their solitary confinement cells this morning. Authorities suspect mass food poisoning or murder planned..."The screen displays mugshot photos of the five victims. Rico. Sal. Tony.Maria Rossi dropped her coffee cup.PRANG!Ceramic shards and hot liquid littered the expensive beige carpet. But Maria didn't care. He backed away until his back hit the wall, his eyes wide at the faces on the TV.He knew Tony. Tony came to Sofia's birthday party last year, bringing a bicycle as a gift. He remembered Tony was a funny person, liked to joke around.Now Tony was dead. His face in the news photo looked swollen and purple."Marco..." Maria whispered, her hand covering her mouth. "Oh my God... Marco killed them?"She knew her husband was dangerous. But killing your own men i
Chapter 53: The Roof of the Black Dragon Headquarters at 8:30 PM
THE ROOF OF THE BLACK DRAGON HEADQUARTERS AT 8:30 PMThe evening breeze in Brooklyn Harbor blew hard, bringing with it the scent of sea salt and gasoline. Down below, the city of New York glittered like a carpet of jewels spread on black velvet.On a flat warehouse roof, four cheap plastic chairs were arranged in a circle around an oil barrel that had become a table. On top of the barrel, there was a pile of (cold) pizza boxes, several bottles of cheap beer, and a small tart with a single burning candle whose flame was fighting against the wind."Blow, Giant! Before the flame dies in the sea breeze!" Julian exclaimed, patting Bruno's broad back.Bruno "The Wall" Ferro smiled shyly. His scarred face looked a little softer in the candlelight."I didn't expect you guys to remember," Bruno muttered. Her voice was deep, but there was a touch of emotion in it."How can you not remember? You've been reminding us every hour since yesterday," Isabella sneered, sitting in a folding chair holdin
Chapter 54: Cyber Attack
BLACK DRAGON SERVER ROOM 21:15The room turned into a hellish discotheque.The LED lights on the server rack flashed red at a fast tempo, accompanied by a high-pitched digital alarm sound: WIIING! WIIING! WIIING!Isabella Moretti slid in, almost crashing into her desk. He threw his leather jacket on the floor and immediately hit the keyboard with ten fingers.Marco, Bruno, and Julian followed behind, their breaths out of breath after running down from the roof."What happened?!" Marco shouted, trying to overpower the sound of the alarm. "Police raid?""Worse!" Isabella didn't look back. His eyes reflected the lines of green and red code scrolling wildly across his six monitor screens. "We're being raped, Marco! Digitally!""Language, Miss," said Julian, even though his hand was already holding the butt of the gun, ready to shoot... who knows what."Who did it?" asked Bruno, looking around in confusion. The invisible enemy was Bruno's most hated enemy."Not script kiddie (amateur hacke
Capter 55: Finansial Despair
"EL DIABLO" RESTAURANT QUEENS 02:00 AMThe Mexican restaurant was closed to the public, but the kitchen was still emitting smoke. The smell of grilled meat, sharp spices, cheap cigars and gunpowder filled the humid air.At the back table, under a painting of the Virgin Mary holding an AK47 rifle, Marco Rossi sat face to face with death.Isabella sat beside him, holding an empty suitcase with hands that were white from gripping too tightly. Behind them, Bruno and Julian stood at attention, surrounded by twenty *sicarios* (cartel hitmen) who stared at them with soulless black eyes.Across the table, a thin old man with tanned skin sat eating tacos. He wore a clean white shirt that was unbuttoned all the way to his chest, revealing a giant gold cross necklace.His name was El Santo. Representative of the Sinaloa Cartel on the East Coast."So," El Santo spoke quietly, wiping the corners of his lips with a cloth napkin. His Spanish accent is thick. "The Black Dragon is thirsty. The FBI fro
Chapter 56: The Masquerade Ball
GRAND BALLROOM - THE PLAZA HOTEL9:00 PMUnder the light of thousands of crystal chandeliers, hundreds of people hid their faces behind masks.There were peacock feather masks, Venetian-style bird-beak masks, grinning clown masks, and innocent angel masks. Waltz music from a live orchestra flowed softly, guiding the movements of the guests as they spun across the dance floor like music box dolls.This was Senator Thorne’s annual Charity Masquerade. Tickets were $10,000 per person. And tonight, everyone was wearing a mask.Marco Rossi stood at the edge of the room, leaning against a marble pillar.He wore a matte black full-face mask that covered his entire face except for his eyes. An expressionless mask. It was fitting for a man whose emotions had been half-extinguished.Behind that mask, Marco’s neon blue eyes scanned the room.[SCANNING CROWD...][TARGET: 300+ GUESTS.][PHYSICAL THREAT: LOW (TIGHT SECURITY).][PSYCHOLOGICAL THREAT: EXTREME.]"You look like a villain from a Batman m
Chapter 57: Sofia's Warning
ST. JUDE'S ELITE ACADEMY - COUNSELING ROOM10:00 AMThe room smelled of wax crayons and lavender air freshener. The walls were painted in soothing pastel colors, filled with cheerful drawings made by first graders. There were pictures of smiling suns, houses with chimneys, and dogs running in the park.But in the hands of Dr. Aris, the school psychologist with thick glasses, there was one drawing that was not cheerful.Marco Rossi sat in a small chair intended for parents. His knees touched the desk. He felt like a giant trapped in a dollhouse. His black suit looked too formal, too dark, and too dangerous for this room."Mr. Rossi," Dr. Aris’s voice was soft, cautious. He looked nervous, perhaps because he knew who Marco was—or at least, the rumors about him. "Thank you for coming on such short notice.""What’s wrong with Sofia?" Marco asked directly. His voice was flat, but his hands gripped the armrests of the plastic chair until his knuckles turned white. "Is she sick? Did she get
Chapter 58: Parker's Escalation
STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL’S OFFICE - MANHATTAN5:00 PMThe sun set behind the skyscrapers, casting long shadows that seemed to split New York City in two: Light and Dark.In a soundproof, oak-paneled meeting room, Agent Parker stood at the end of the table. He was no longer wearing his shabby raincoat. Tonight, he wore an FBI tactical vest over his shirt.Before him sat the District Attorney and the Regional FBI Director. Their faces were grim, illuminated by the light of a projector displaying Marco Rossi’s mugshot."Enough games," Parker’s voice was heavy, echoing through the room. "We’ve tried the soft approach. We froze his assets. We pressured his wife. We arrested his lieutenants. The result? Five bodies in Rikers Island and a cargo of illegal weapons missing at the docks.""Rossi has protectors, Parker," the Attorney General interrupted, tapping the table with an expensive pen. "Senator Thorne is shielding him. If we attack without solid evidence, all our careers are over by tomor
Chapter 59: The Mansion Siege
VANDERBILT MANSION LIBRARY - 8:45 PMThe once quiet room, filled with expensive books, had now turned into a war zone.BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!The blasts from Marco’s shotgun echoed, each slug shattering everything in its path—oak cabinets, marble statues, and the Kevlar vests of the tactical team storming in."Move in! Target is behind the desk!" shouted the HRT (Hostage Rescue Team) commander.Three agents moved forward in tactical formation, ballistic shields in front.Marco hid behind a solid wood desk that was already riddled with holes. His breath was ragged. He was out of shotgun shells. He tossed the weapon aside and drew two Beretta pistols.[ENEMIES: 12 UNITS INSIDE THE ROOM.][HEALTH STATUS: 85% (SCRATCHES & BRUISES).][TIME REMAINING BEFORE TOTAL ENCIRCLEMENT: 60 SECONDS.]"Julian!" Marco shouted over the radio. "Where are the fireworks?!""Be patient, Boss! A rat bit through the wires! I'm reconnecting them manually!" Julian’s voice crackled through the roar of the wind on the