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ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ ｌａｉｒ ｍａｆｉａ ａｕ
Hot humid air blew past the city. The neon lights flickered and dimmed ever so slightly. Pools of water reflected each neon sign like a mirror. The concrete was wet and drenched with rain. The air smelled like rain and smoke that lingered on the fingertips of others. Yet it was dark, only the neon signs and broken streetlights could light the dark gloomy path. Not even the moon wanted to appear that night. Nor a single star flickered brightly in the sky. Now, it was nearly dark and fear swept over like a shiver. Not even the humid wet air could hide the shiver that people got. None spoke as another explosion was heard. Instead they hid or continued their duties without even glancing up as a speeding car drove by. A mere glimpse but most knew who it was by the sound of his laughter.
His head was thrown back from the window with a wide smile and crazed dark eyes. His face covered in dirt and sweat. His hair slightly damped most likely from the rain earlier as it curled on the ends. The summer wind blew past his pale face. His shirt was drenched with both sweat and rain, sticking to his skin a lot more than it should. The white shirt clenched around his body and his white and red short sleeve collared shirt was unbuttoned and drenched. His lips pulled into a large smile before he let out a loud laugh once more. The police car he once more stole, driven by his men, sped through the street without a care in the world. No cop chased him nor tried to stop him.
No one even dared to say nor do anything.
It was him after all.
His lips only pulled into his famous grin, turning his head from out the window to see the damage he caused. Smoke spread around the sky with a fire lighting up the building. Fire spread and devoured each debris it could find. He out did himself this time by not just one but two whole police buildings crumbled and perished under his one single hand that merely flickered his cigarette into a bottle of gasoline that was conveniently lying around near the buildings. Now as the fire spread to one building to another, it was endless. And all for one cop who tried to get too close. That said cop was now shot and thrown into the fire. He wasn't even worth a more honorable death in his opinion. He wasn't even worth the bullet if he was being honest with himself.
"Boss,"
Hearing the formal name, the said man tucked his head back in and leaned back against the cushion seats. His arm placed behind the head rests of the car seats while he manspread. His dark eyes flickered to the driver who looked at the road. His lips pulled down to a frown with one eyebrow ticked with annoyance.
Someone had ruined his fun.
"Wha?" He responded with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. Just with his expression alone could make anyone quiver for fear. Yet the driver didn't even flinch unlike the person that sat next to him.
"The other one got away." The driver spoke. The man in the back grunted in annoyance knowing full well the other person escaped. He ran his fingers through his damp hair.
