Weak to Powerful

Murder of the vice mayor

"Great speech today, Vice Mayor Charles."

"Have a good day, Vice Mayor."

"We love you, Vice Mayor."

Compliments poured forth for the vice mayor, Charles Munrow, as he navigated the throng, his son Malcolm at his side.

Having just concluded an address outlining plans to allocate trillions of US dollars for city security against gangs, Vice Mayor Charles Munrow and his son made their way to the sleek, obsidian-hued Bugatti, flanked by seven armed sentinels.

Amidst a flurry of camera flashes and journalists wielding microphones, hope hung in the air that the vice mayor might pause for inquiries.

However, this was not to be.The door was opened, affording the vice mayor and Malcolm passage to the opulent interior.

"Feeling alright, Malcolm?" Vice Mayor inquired from his seated position.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dad," Malcolm replied, engrossed in his phone and wearing a grin.

The vice mayor's curiosity was piqued by his son's amusement. Upon glimpsing the screen, a name stood out boldly: (Kate.)

"And who might 'Kate' be?" the vice mayor asked, an arch of his brow accompanied by a wink.

"Oh, she's one of my acquaintances, hehe," Malcolm answered, mirroring his father's smirk.

The car glided through the city with a phalanx of escorts, making its way towards their residence nestled in the urban heart of Brickwoods.

"What's happening, Carlos?" Vice Mayor inquired, noting the deceleration.

"I'm not sure, I think we have a flat ti..." Carlos's words were cut short as three motorbikes pulled up in front of the mayor's Bugatti.

Their faces cloaked in black masks, the shirtless bikers bore an eagle tattoo on their left arms, an unmistakable sign of gang affiliation.

Bang* Bang*

Two bullets rent through the Bugatti's front tires, forcing it to a halt.

"Who are those individuals?!" Malcolm exclaimed, huddled low with arms shielding his head.

"Fear not, I'll handle this," Carlos declared, producing an M104 and stepping out. However, before he could act, a single shot pierced through his skull.

Blood spattered the window as Carlos's lifeless form crumpled to the ground.

The mayor anticipated his bodyguards' intervention, but to his astonishment, they instead aligned themselves with the gang members.

"We understand this may be confounding and surprising, Charles," one of the gang members elucidated. "Your retinue here now serves Delgado. I presume you're well-acquainted with him."

Inside the car, Vice Mayor Charles trembled, his head bowed, palpable fear coursing through him at the mention of Delgado's name.

Delgado, an influential figure within the upper echelons of Brickwoods' criminal underworld, wielded power and resources that enabled his operations to proceed unimpeded, even against government and law enforcement.

"Kindly exit the vehicle, Vice Mayor," the gruff voice commanded. "Come forth now, or I shall come to you, and your son will bear the consequences."

Malcolm met his father's gaze, finding solace in the reassurance to remain calm.

"It'll be alright," Vice Mayor assured, taking a steadying breath before stepping out, hands raised above his head.

Malcolm peeked outside, witnessing his father approach the armed cadre.

"Well, well, look who's decided to join us," the thug sneered.

"What does Delgado want with me?" Vice Mayor Charles inquired urgently.

"We both know precisely what he desires. You have one second to enlighten us," the thug asserted, the muzzle of his gleaming pistol aimed squarely at Vice Mayor Charles's temple.

With trepidation, Vice Mayor Charles stammered, "W-what do you mean?"

"His money!" the thug retorted promptly.

"What money? I haven't the faintest notion of what you're referring to!" Vice Mayor Charles protested, fear evident in his voice as perspiration dripped down his face.

"The trillions of Us dollars you stole from him and deceided to use it for security purpose. You think you are robin hood? Steal from the rich and help people?!" The thug snapped,his finger on the trigger.

"Please,i didn't steal anything. The trillion dollars i put into security was a donation from one of the top dogs. I have no idea what you are talking about." Vice mayor Charles explained,his heart racing in fear.

"Very well then," the thug relented, briefly alleviating Vice Mayor Charles's apprehension.

Bang*

The report of gunfire reverberated through the vicinity as the mayor's life ended in a single, fatal shot.

Malcolm's palm shot to his mouth to stifle any cries, tears streaming down his cheeks as he bore witness to his father's lifeless form crumpling to the ground.

The assailants mounted their bikes and sped away. The powerful roar of the superbikes reverberates through the air, a symphony of raw energy and precision. As they zip past the Bugatti, their engines emit a thunderous growl, creating a dynamic contrast with the sleek purr of the high-performance sports car. The combination of these distinctive sounds creates a thrilling auditory experience, blending the might of two distinct automotive worlds.

The shooter pausing by the Bugatti, peering inside to find Malcolm huddled in grief.

"Bury your dead. Mourn your loss. You are now the vice mayor, child. Return the trillions of dollars, and you shall be spared," the thug declared before accelerating into the distance.

With confirmation of their departure, Malcolm stepped out, rushing to his father's lifeless, headless body, and wept.

***

The sun's descent marked the culmination of the day's toil.

Edward signaled Simon to meet in their clandestine chamber to address the matter at hand.

The two traversed to an isolated section of the building, Edward ensuring no one trailed or eavesdropped before sealing the door.

"What's the matter, Ed?" Simon inquired, his expression one of bewilderment.

"What I'm about to divulge, Simon, promise me you'll keep it in strictest confidence," Edward implored, his arms firmly placed upon his friend's shoulders.

"Whoa, dude, did you get someone pregnant and leave her?" Simon ventured, his countenance marked by curiosity.

"What? No!" Edward retorted. "As I mentioned earlier, it involves trillions of dollars."

"Yeah, what do you mean?" Simon queried.

"After months of effort, I've finally succeeded. I've hacked into an account holding trillions of dollars," Edward elucidated. "Initially, I was elated to finally achieve wealth, but now the rightful owner of the funds is after my life. Gang leaders are hunting me down, and it's only a matter of time before they find me."