I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Thompson submachine gun.

Also known as the “Chicago Typewriter,” this gun has a 100-year history, having been created during World War I.

Originally used by mafia hitmen in the real world, the true value of the Thompson submachine gun was realized and perfected by the worst and strongest mafia boss who dominated the underworld during the Prohibition era, Al Capone.

The creators of CS found this story interesting and incorporated it into the CS universe, resulting in the creation of the “Tommy Gun,” named after Al Capone’s Tommy.

It was a relic dormant in this shop.

“Al Capone’s Tommy Gun? Don’t talk nonsense, kid. Would I sell something like that in this run-down store?”

The shop owner was initially surprised, but then changed his expression and brazenly tried to shoo me away.

Without flinching, I responded, “Are you saying that Corleone’s information is wrong?”

The shop owner trembled from my suddenly cold attitude.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Even if I had it, why should I give it to you?”

Was this how it was going to end?

Although I wanted nothing more than to turn this shop upside down and walk out with Al Capone’s Tommy Gun, this was also Corleone’s territory.

I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize my reputation, so I sighed and walked up to the counter, looking up.

“Really? Okay. Then let me make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

“What?”

He was taken aback by my sudden proposal.

Ignoring him, I walked over to a nearby storefront and tore off a sticker that was stuck to the wall.

“Judging by the design, this is a symbol of the Blunte family under Corleone organization. The fact that it’s here means that you’re under their protection, right?”

The Blunte family was a group of guys who primarily used blunt weapons, and were notorious for being the worst quality among Corleone’s subsidiaries.

Originally one of the factions in the self-defense group, the Blunte family changed after the second boss took over.

They started to become obsessed with filling their own pockets, instead of protecting the city and the weak.

Corleone’s boss, Don Vito Corleone began to pay attention to their behavior.

Remembering this, I had made a request to my father today.

‘Father, I have a request.’

‘As a son?’

‘Yes. I would like you to entrust me with the Blunte family matter.’

Among the many plays I played, this was one of the lines.

[After the start of the Academy, it wasn’t long before the Blunte family was destroyed. Don Vito Calleone was the one behind it.]

This event was something that could never be easily forgotten for anyone who played CS.

It was the first mention of the power of Vito Corleone, the Godfather of the Underworld, after starting to play.

[Government involvement? Such a thing would never be allowed. He said he would take care of his own family. What can the government do about Vito Corleone?]

And that man was now my father.

‘The Blunte family…where do you hear that.?’

At that time, my father, who had granted my request, asked me with a very serious expression.

The plan to eliminate the Blunte family was known only to a few people within the organization.

But I couldn’t exactly say that I saw it in a game, so I gave my father the most favorable answer.

‘I too am a Corleone.’

And this prediction was perfectly confirmed as I saw my father’s mouth curl upwards.

‘Well, that kind of information can be obtained on your own, can’t it?’

I couldn’t give a straight answer to my father’s question, so I just smiled.

‘Even though the Blunte family may have weakened compared to their prime, they are still under the control of the Corleone family. What do you plan to do?’

Originally, the story would have been that my father would take care of it alone, but…

I am now the successor to the Corleone family.

Therefore, to ensure the most effective strategy, I gave my father the most favorable answer.

‘I will handle it in the way of Corleone.’

‘Corleone’s way? Haha! That’s no different from saying you’ll handle it like your father.’

My Father also chuckled, as if he had understood the hidden meaning.

‘Well then, go ahead and do as you wish. If you need anything, just tell me.’

I had prepared so long to hear this response.

To seize this opportunity, I immediately put on a bright smile and made my request to my father.

‘Then may I make just one request?’

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That was a few hours ago.

As a result, I was able to create an opportunity to gain both my father’s approval and a new weapon.

All for this moment.

“The Blunte Family is protecting this place? Are you serious? Looks like you’re being exploited or something.”

“How did you…?”

I showed the guy my ID card.

My full name was clearly written on it.

[Eugene Han Corleone]

“Huh?”

The guy’s expression was shocked when he saw my last name on the ID.

“It’s the boss’s orders. As of today, the Blunte Family has been expelled from Corleone and will pay the price of betrayal. That’s my father, Don’s will.”

After saying that, I turned around and walked out of the shop.

“P-please! Young master, young master!”

The owner, who had been treating me like a child, rushed out of the shop, changed his tone as soon as he found out who I really was, and grabbed me, stopping me in my tracks.

I was treated like a child, and in the end, as soon as he found out that I was the son of the boss, I was treated like a young master.

“What now?”

I spoke to him in an irritated tone, and the owner looked around before grabbing my arm and raising his head.

“You’re not thinking of going alone, are you? No matter how rotten they are, they’re still the Bluntes!”

Why was he stating the obvious?

I let out a sigh and pulled my arm away from him before saying, “I never said I was going alone.”

I had clearly informed my father that I would handle things “The Corleone way.”

From now on, it was time to unveil the joint work of Corleone and the veteran gamer.

***

In front of the mansion where the Blunte family is located.

The original me was essentially just an ordinary person in the 21st century, who avoided both hurting and cursing others.

Therefore, in this situation, it was natural to be trembling, but for some reason, my heart was completely calm.

“Is it because of this?”

The new ability I recently gained.

[Name: Eugene Han Corleone]

[Gender: Male]

[Occupation: Heir to the Underworld]

[Abilities: Bad Boy, Heir to the Underworld, Hitman]

【Hitman】

[1 Ruthless killer – the sword of the organization that eliminates its enemies. Hitmen maintain their composure in any situation.

Proficiency in firearms greatly increases.]

It’s probably because of the effect of maintaining composure in any situation that comes with the new hitman ability I gained.

The huge mansion in front of me was the headquarters of the Blunte family, also known as the Blunte House.

Two armed guards and surveillance cameras guard the entrance.

There will be numerous defense forces inside.

“Shall I take a look?”

I took a deep breath and walked confidently towards the Blunte House.

“Hey! Who are you?”

One of the men guarding the gate shouted as I approached.

Ignoring him, I looked at the camera and recited the prepared lines.

“This is a statement from Don Vito. ‘Traitor Carlo Blunte. You have dishonored the Corleone family, and will face consequences. However, if you come forward now and sincerely repent for your crimes, I will take responsibility and give you a chance to start a new life.’ Will Carlo Blunte accept the boss’s offer?”

This was a rule I learned in my training as a successor of the Corleone family.

Called the “Last chance” rule, it was my father’s final mercy on his former colleagues and family.

The guard seemed to hesitate for a moment after hearing my words, but then quickly started speaking into his radio.

And then, with a mocking grin, he shouted at me.

“The boss says eat sh*t.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Then I have no choice but to resort to force.”

I said this with a sly smile on my face.

“Chi cerca trova.”

(Translation: Seek and ye shall find.)

Knock, and it will be opened to you.

At the same time, the mansion was engulfed in a tremendous flash of light and noise.

The sound of explosions, gunfire, bullets hitting the ground, excited cheers from members of the organization shouting, and even the screams of enemies crying out like children.

Eventually, most of the noise faded away, and only the sound of groaning could be heard quietly. Then, a voice came from the earpiece on my left.

“The entrance is clear, young master.”

“Thank you.”

I said that and bowed briefly towards the back before stepping into the half-destroyed gate.