Mercenary’s War

Chapter 2167 - 2144: Insane and Ruthless

A law firm has security and guards, but it doesn’t really have a team of armed guards standing by. After all, this is Italy. Although the security situation in Rome is somewhat poor, it’s mainly the major tourist areas that suffer, mainly due to the high number of thieves. Still, it’s not to the extent of having a large group of armed guards standing at the door.

The most important thing is that the Cicero Family is facing a crisis. At this time, they need to handle some legal issues intensively, so the law firm controlled by the Cicero Family can’t possibly have everyone taking a break and going home.

Besides, who could have imagined that Grand Ivan would be so deranged as to overlook even the lawyers of the Cicero Family.

Yet Ivan was precisely unwilling to let go of anyone related to the Cicero Family. The ordinary people in this law firm naturally didn’t have much to worry about, but if they were members of the Cicero Family, or important lawyers, their fate would be tragic.

Now, the best description for Ivan is indeed deranged.

Ivan still liked wearing floral shirts, a habit he developed in South America. Although wearing a floral shirt doesn’t look serious, more like a small-time thug rather than a big-shot arms dealer, he just liked wearing floral shirts.

Since the law firm was virtually unguarded, not many people burst in. Only more than thirty people rushed in, taking control of all the roughly over a hundred staff members inside, and more people were left outside to prevent being surrounded.

But after his men herded over a hundred people into the bottom floor lobby of the five-story building, Ivan scratched his head and extended his hand: "Gun."

A bodyguard handed the gun to Ivan. Ivan raised the gun high, pulled the slide back with a clear sound, and then shouted, "I’m pressed for time, my time is very tight, so when I ask questions, whoever I’m asking better answer immediately, or I’ll shoot them. Translate."

After someone translated Ivan’s words, Ivan stood in front of a man in his thirties and shouted, "Who here is surnamed Cicero? Point them out."

Although someone accurately translated Ivan’s words, the man was almost scared silly, stammered with his hand raised, and trembled, "Don’t kill me, I don’t know anything, please don’t kill me."

Ivan turned his head to look at the translator, who shrugged and said, "He says he doesn’t know, please don’t kill him."

Ivan frowned, raised his hand, and shot the man in front of him dead.

As soon as Ivan fired, it caused enormous chaos. Accompanied by shrill cries, the people huddled together scrambled to retreat.

With a murderous look, Ivan casually fired two shots into the air and shouted, "Quiet! Quiet! You, answer me, who is surnamed Cicero, who is the person in charge here."

Pointed at was a woman in her forties, trembling all over, just shaking her head, "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me..."

Ivan pulled the trigger and fired; after the bullet hit the woman’s head, she fell backward, supported by someone, and slowly slid to the ground. Ivan shouted, "I’m not patient! You! Answer me!"

A man trembling, turned his head, looked around, and crying, said, "I’m sorry, I don’t want to die, I’m sorry."

The man slowly reached out and pointed at someone not far from him. A bodyguard under Ivan immediately rushed over, grabbed a man in his fifties, and threw him out, pushing him to the ground.

Ivan nodded, "A good start, you’re safe now, go crouch aside, leave the opportunity to others, you!"

This time, it was another woman who, in tears, looked into the crowd again and again, but everyone was crowded together, heads huddled, trying to pick out a target from the crowd was somewhat challenging.

Seeing Ivan’s gradually impatient face, the terrified woman suddenly pointed at an old man and said loudly, "Him! He’s there!"

Ivan waved his hand and shouted, "Spread out, crouch down!"

With guns pointed at their heads, individuals dispersed a little, crouching down, and a frightened old man was quickly dragged out.

Ivan pointed at the woman and said, "You’re safe too, next, you!"

Repeatedly, just like this, pointing one by one, soon seven people, old and young, were identified. The last person forcibly identified cried and said, "No more, there’s not a single one left, oh, he’s also surnamed Cicero."

Ivan looked at the first person he had shot dead and laughed, "My aim is quite accurate. If all the Cicero Family members are here, then point out your bosses, the important ones, with high status. You can point out three more for me, and it’ll be enough to make ten."

The man forced to identify his boss was stunned. Then he trembled and said, "Whoever I point out will, will..."

Ivan impatiently said, "Hurry up!"

The man trembled, "No, I can’t, I can’t do this, I can’t..."

Ivan shot dead the person in front of him before looking admiringly and said, "The brilliance of humanity, willing to sacrifice oneself and not identify their boss, how great. So, you..."

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute, I’ll do it, I’ll identify, just three, right?"

A young man raised his hands and slowly stood up, Ivan thought his face was full of the pleasure of revenge.

The young man pointed to an old man, loudly, "Him! He’s the manager of the personnel department, him, and him! All three of them are board members."

After pointing out three people in succession, the young man let out a long breath and said, "Sir, if you only need three people, then that’s them."

Ivan grinned and said, "Got a grudge?"

"No, none at all, I just don’t want to die."

"He just got fired."

Someone in the crowd shouted, answering Ivan’s question. After the translator translated that sentence, Ivan suddenly realized, "Oh, got fired, you, come over here and kneel down."

The young man was shocked and bewildered, "Why?"

Ivan said very seriously, "I hate moles and hate even more subordinates who turn on their boss because, after all, I’m a boss myself, so I naturally hate people like you. All right, have them all kneel, line up, quickly."

The subordinates pressed eleven people to kneel on the ground; Ivan, looking relaxed, walked to the first person, raised his hand, fired, the kneeling person fell forward, then the second, the third, the fourth.

Step, bang, a shot, step, bang, a shot, in a series of subdued sobs and screams, Ivan shot dead several people; the pistol ran out of bullets.

Ivan tossed the empty pistol, received a fully loaded one, raised the gun high again, slowly pulled the slide, quickly released it, with a click, Ivan lowered his hand, grinning sinisterly, "Continue, go to hell."

After continuously shooting the last four people, Ivan threw the gun, turned to the camera lens, and smiled, "Mario! See? You’re finished."