Criminal Syndicate [Taekook Mafia AU]

Prologue

Year 1991

When the sky is overcast and the weather is gloomy, French coffee shops offer the ideal ambiance for unwinding. Even somber days can be quite lovely.

In the same setting, a man in a black overcoat unwinded and enjoyed the day's gloom. Right in the middle of his delight, his Nokia handphone rang. He had just taken his second sip of coffee. He answered the phone, much to his annoyance, and responded before any question was posed.

"I'm coming"

Shortly after the aforementioned man left, the waitress collected the €20 bill and the partially filled coffee cup.

...

Once at the destination, he looked at his watch. Right on time.

Subsequently, he caught sight of the large man who was nearing his Mercedes, getting ready to open the door.

It was an academy of ballet. Carrying his securely locked suitcase, he trailed the burly, powerful man as he entered the ballet school. Pretty posh for a local gang, he supposed. They eventually came upon the sign of a third individual after traveling through hallways after hallways that led deep into the building's basement. It was a tall, black man. Slightly weaker than the last one, but still appeared to have a good deal of dirt-scratching experience.

He stepped in front of him and instantly demanded, "Gun."

Our protagonist replied, looking exhausted, "Take it."

The large man began examining his suit abruptly, feeling every part of his body from head to toe. The victim to the treatment laughed,

"So desperate to touch me, are we?"

The large man scowled at the comment as he demanded "glasses."

He sighed and removed his sunglasses, tucking them into the big man's suit pocket.

He grinned and said, "Keep it," in a manner that appeared too menacing to ignore.

The man who had been waiting for him for the previous six months was there when he entered the room. Particularly for the cash he brought. He pitied at the apparent excitement in the man's eyes, who had not yet been able to successfully obtain the cash suitcase.

He mentioned "Charlie."

"V", the man addressed him

"Please take a seat," he urged as V sat down directly in front of him. "Hope to receive just the right amount as delivered."

With an unpretentious smile, V said candidly, "Just the right amount".

When Charlie opened the case, he discovered his promised $50 million.

To V's disgust, "Peasant", he thought as he caught sight of Charlie's eyes gleaming.

Charlie laughed, "Couldn't thank you enough for this, so I prepared the perfect gift for you, my friend," as the lady next to him brandished a revolver and pointed it at V. "How about bringing heaven itself to you, V?"

V was not taken aback. Really, he enjoyed having weapons aimed at him.

He laughed and put both hands behind his head, saying, "Charlie, Charlie, oh Charlie".

He continued, "My friend, you are so wrong." His finger probed beneath his coat's sleeves and discovered a specific switch fastened to his watch.

"Who said I'm going to Heaven?" He turned on the switch and grinned at Charlie, saying, "When I'm a permanent resident of hell."

BOOM! Destroyed the corridors that extended up to this chamber. Only God knew how many explosives he had set as he approached this chamber. The majority of the mafia bodyguards nearby were either killed by the explosives or seriously injured.

V used a few well-practiced stunts to beat Charlie and his assistant unconscious so he could seize their pistols.

Right then, he was dragged by the huge man who lunged at him. And before he realized it, V shot his crotch. He then grabbed his shaded spectacles out of the man's pockets and put them on. There weren't many guards left to deal with after bashing up a couple more of them.

"How many fucking times does the world need to educate you noob wannabe mobs?" He whispered as he approached Charlie and head-locked him. V gave the man a terrific encounter as he said, "Do not even try to tamper with a certain individual called V."

He compelled the man to wear the black spectacles he had been wearing previously before he dislocated his arms.

Dealing with that, he strolled out of the building and toward his car. The ballet dancers were likely unaware of the mayhem that had just occurred inside the basement of the building as V looked back at it.

So how about notifying them right away?

V pressed the button on his watch once more, detonating the final remnant of the explosive device he had hidden in his spectacles that he had left with Charlie in the basement.
It appears that this one was sufficient to blow up the entire basement by then.

"What a day," V thought as he drove out to unwind and have coffee once again.