2026-01-14 02:21:35Meanwhile…
Vinnie "The Shark's" Warehouse Number 9 stood like a rusty iron fortress at the edge of the harbor. Inside, Vinnie was hiding like a rat unaware that his ship was about to sink. He was surrounded by twenty armed men—a mix of street thugs, hired muscle, and the remnants of a motorcycle gang he had hastily recruited. The rain outside had stopped, leaving behind a thin mist and puddles of black water. "Do you hear that?" Vinnie paced back and forth on the warehouse's second floor (the office area overlooking the storage below). The Magnum pistol in his hand was continuously being cocked and released, "If anything moves out there, shoot! Don't ask questions!" "Relax, Boss," said one of the thugs holding an iron pipe, "The gate is padlocked with a ship chain. Not even an elephant could get through!" BOOOOM! Moments after the words were spoken, the four-meter-high iron gate on the ground floor slammed inward. Not from an explosion, but from an impossible physical impact. The ship chain snapped. The iron hinges screamed before they broke. Dust and metal shards flew everywhere. Behind the smoke, it wasn't the elephant Vinnie's men joked about, but a massive, rhino-like figure. Bruno "The Wall," a.k.a. "The Tanker" (the shield recruited by Marco). He held a salvaged car door (God knows where he got it from) as a shield in his left hand, and a massive iron crowbar in his right (the mafia version of the movie 300, naturally). "Excuse me!" Bruno's voice boomed. "I heard there was a party going on here?" Behind Bruno, Julian appeared, bouncing slightly while spinning two butterfly knives in his hands. And between them, walking calmly like a predatory alpha with his hands in his hoodie pockets, was the Alpha: Marco Rossi. [THE RAID BEGINS] [PRIMARY TARGET: VINCENT MORETTI] [ENEMIES: 22 MEN] [MODE: TOTAL WAR] "ATTACK THEM!" Vinnie shrieked from the upper balcony, his voice high with panic. "Kill the lights, Joker," Marco commanded flatly. "Roger that, Boss! Let's hit it…" Julian replied. He didn't run toward the enemies, but toward the electrical panel on the side wall. His movement was lightning fast. Before the thugs realized what was happening, Julian threw his folding knife, embedding it directly into the main fuse box. ZZZT! CRASH! The warehouse went pitch black. There was only a faint bit of moonlight filtering through the broken doorway, and... a faint neon blue light emanating from Marco's eyes. "W-what is that?! His eyes are glowing, damn it!" yelled a thug in the dark. The chaos began. "Come on, you small-fry kids, let's play hide-and-seek with Uncle Joker!" Julian's voice echoed from all directions, using his 'thousand-shadow technique.' SHING! AARRRGH! In the dark, Julian, the crazy 'Joker,' was Marco's epic team member (and a little bit insane, naturally). He slipped between the enemies' legs, slicing knee tendons, stabbing kidneys, and vanishing before the blood hit the floor. Screams of agony echoed, with no one knowing where the attacks originated. On the other side, Bruno the rhino-like 'Tanker' was walking. Commencing his action. CLANG! Two thugs struck Bruno's car door shield with iron pipes and an axe. Bruno didn't even flinch. "Ah, is that all you've got? You're tickling me!" Bruno grumbled. He swung the crowbar in his right hand. THWACK! One horizontal swing swept two men away at once. Ribs shattered. They were flung against a stack of containers. Marco, the Butcher? Marco wasn't fighting the small-fry thugs. He walked straight ahead. The 'Butcher' version of predator mode had been activated. Every time someone tried to block him, Marco executed them with efficient, System-guided movements. A thug lunged from the right with a butcher knife. [WARNING: RIGHT ATTACK. COUNTER: ELBOW.] Marco shifted slightly, then slammed his elbow into the man's temple. The thug collapsed, seizing. Another tried to restrain Marco from behind. Marco grabbed the man's arm, ducked, and threw him over his shoulder directly into the path of Bruno's crowbar swing. CRACK! "Good work, Butcher!" Bruno commented flatly while moving the corpse he had just flattened. Marco continued walking, his eyes locked onto the second floor, where Vinnie's office was located. "Turn on the emergency generator! TURN IT ON!" Vinnie screamed. The backup spotlights flickered on, illuminating the warehouse with a grim yellow light. The scene was horrifying. Ten of Vinnie's men lay sprawled in their own blood. Julian was sitting on a stack of wooden pallets, licking blood from his knife while waving at Vinnie. Marco climbed the iron stairs toward Vinnie's office. His footsteps clanged. Clang. Clang. Clang. "Don't come up! I'll shoot you, you bastard!!" Vinnie aimed his Magnum with a shaking hand. Marco didn't stop. He took the last step. "DIE, YOU DAMN DOG!" BANG! The sound of the gun blast filled the warehouse. The 44 caliber bullet struck Marco's left chest. The impact jerked Marco backward. His jacket ripped, and blood sprayed out. Vinnie laughed hysterically, "Hit! Hahaha! You're dead! You're not a devil—you're just a man, a damn dockworker!" Marco looked down, examining the hole in his chest. Pain? It should have hurt immensely. His lung was likely punctured. But… TING! [CRITICAL DAMAGE DETECTED.] [ENGAGING: PAIN SUPPRESSION (MAX LEVEL).] [ADRENALINE OVERDRIVE: ACTIVE FOR 60 SECONDS.] The pain instantly vanished, replaced by a numbing coldness. Marco straightened back up. He stared at Vinnie, then patted his chest as if he'd only been dusted off. "Is that all you've got?!" Marco asked. Vinnie's laughter instantly vanished in his throat. His eyes bulged as if they might pop out, "I-impossible…" Vinnie tried to pull the trigger again. Click. Click. Jammed. Or empty? Vinnie was frantic; he couldn't think straight anymore. Marco lunged forward. In a single blink, the five meters between them was erased. Marco's hand grabbed Vinnie's neck, lifted him high, and slammed him onto the glass office desk. SHATTER! The desk exploded into fragments. Vinnie's back was covered in glass shards. He tried to scramble backward, but Marco stepped onto his chest. "Mercy... Marco... we can cut a deal... I have money... I have connections…" Vinnie begged, tears and snot mixing with blood on his face, "Don't kill me... I beg you…" Marco crouched over Vinnie's chest. The blue light in his eyes dimmed, leaving behind only the deep black of death. "Do you remember when you ordered your men to drag me away?" Marco asked softly, "Do you remember when you said you were going to sleep with my wife?!" "That... that was just a threat, Marco! Just joking. I swear!" "My System doesn't recognize threats, Vinnie. Only targets!" Marco placed both hands on Vinnie's neck. His thumbs pressed into the man's Adam's apple. "Wait! Marco! You won't get away with this! Costello will find you! The other Mafias will—" "Let them come, I'm not afraid!" Marco cut him off. The grip tightened. Vinnie thrashed like a fish out of water. His face turned red, then blue. Marco leaned his mouth toward Vinnie's dying ear. "Now, send my regards to your devil master, Vinnie. Tell him I sent you via express delivery straight to hell!" CRACK! The dry sound of a snapped neck ended the story of Vincent Moretti. The body of the small-time gang boss went instantly limp. Silence. On the ground floor, the battle was over. The surviving remnants of Vinnie's men had either fled or surrendered at Bruno's feet. Marco stood up slowly. System notifications flooded his vision. [PRIMARY TARGET: ELIMINATED.] [RAID: SUCCESS.] [REPUTATION: INCREASED (RUTHLESS).] [LEVEL UP! (LEVEL 2 -> LEVEL 3)] [WARNING: GUNSHOT WOUND REQUIRES MEDICAL ATTENTION OR SYSTEM HEAL.] Marco staggered slightly. The effects of the Adrenaline Overdrive were wearing off. The pain was beginning to creep back. "Butcher?" Julian peered up from the bottom of the stairs, "You okay? Your chest is punched through, damn, It's cool, but you don't look alright!" Marco held his bloody left chest. He looked at Vinnie's corpse one last time, then spat on the floor. "Grab the money. All of it!" Marco commanded hoarsely, "We're going home!" Tonight, the story of the Port of New York & New Jersey was rewritten once again… ***
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