SPECIAL Pt.5 [Night Identity 2]: 28: The MG Boss

Seagulls, cargo ships, and transferring containers echoed throughout the shipping port of the Avalon Kingdom. These clashing noises didn't stop even in the evening when armed men from a well-known group, Midnight Guardians, short for MG, had been a legal security shipment agency. Whenever duty calls at night, the legal cargo is mixed up with some illegal cartel shipments. Yet, this group chose which cargos to work with and knew which cargos must tighten the security until an issue occurred.

"Boss, we got the report, and the Presley siblings needed your presence at the quarters." A one-armed man came and firmly informed his boss of an urgent matter. "They said it was about the stolen Two-Star FRSil supplies for the Moonlit Ville."

"I see, I'll go now. Take it from here. Make sure nothing slips." A mysterious man in a dark suit responded coldly before walking toward his car.

"Yes, boss." The armed man saluted and handled the rest of their job.

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Near the shipping port of the Avalon Kingdom, there was a small but breathable Greek villa owned by a mysterious man who runs the Midnight Guardians. But tonight at the villa, the silence was eerie until a luxury-tainted car came, revealing the mysterious man from the shipment port of MG. The man walked gracefully with confidence as he entered the villa. He was the MG's sophisticated boss, but the air around him screamed danger, and what made him more mysteriously dangerous was the dark half-mask hiding his piercing moonlight eyes that seemed to reflect souls.

"Evening, boss." His men greeted him respectfully as they saw him.

"Where are the siblings?" the MG Boss wondered coldly while he kept his pace.

"Basement's Dungeon, boss." One of his men responded, making him nod, and went to the said area.

As the usual security patrol moved around the villa, a warehouse filled with collected artifacts was displayed like a museum. However, it concealed a hidden basement that led to a dungeon shrouded in darkness and filth. The only illumination came from old, vintage fluorescent lights hanging on the walls until a painful cry echoed through the empty corridor. The sound did not go unnoticed by the MG Boss, who followed the trail of noise. It led him to a particular cell filled with blood, sweat, and torture devices, where a beaten man hung upside down.

"P-please…s-stop…"

"You stole something, and we're just giving it back twice as hard for you."

"No…no more, please…"

The hanged man kept pleading, but only received a few more punches before drowning in a container filled with ice. But the torturer didn't stop there and gave him more kicks before drowning him again in the container. It was a repeating sequence, looping more than anyone could imagine to get information out of the captive suspect.

"Then tell us who ordered you to steal it?"

"I can't; they'll kill me."

"Say it, or you'll die here before they can reach you."

"I can't; they kept my family hostage…they needed me…"

"BULLSHIT!"

The hanged man received a few more beatings, causing some bones to break and making him cough blood until they heard a familiar heavy footstep nearing the cell. The torturer smirked and cracked his knuckles, taunting the hanged man.

"Your time is ticking. Tell us before the Night Hound takes over from here. So, what's it going to be?"

"P-please, spare me...I don't know anything…they have my family…please, don't kill me."

"Family? Stop with your nonsense!"

The Night Hound, also known as the Midnight Guardian's Boss, finally arrived at the cell and observed the brutal beatings the thief had already endured. He lit a cigarette and watched as his men toyed with the captive, but since the thief remained tight-lipped, he had no choice but to intervene and take matters into his own hands swiftly.

"That's enough. You'll kill him like he thought you would." The boss spoke with a deep and dangerously cold voice, making his men quickly stop beating the thief too much. "I'll take it from here."

"Yes, boss." One of his men, Prince, nodded respectfully to his boss's request before taking pity on the fully beaten man. "I'm sorry for you. Now, the Night Hound boss is here. Good luck on surviving—well, if you can."

"Prince." Another man, a woman, and a sister, Lesley warned her brother from taunting too much.

"What? I'm just telling the truth." Prince scoffed defensively, making his sister shake her head.

"Just tied him to the chair. It'll get messier now the boss is here." Lesley commanded firmly, and Prince did it as their boss walked closer.

"You know, you should at least answer my men's question so you won't be badly beaten up like this." The boss spoke directly to the captive thief and grabbed his filthy face before adding, "It could have saved your life for another day instead of waiting for me to take over this shit."

The boss callously released the thief's battered face, allowing the man to endure a few cigarette burns around his wound, which made him scream in agony. He created a series of constellations with the burns until the cigarette was extinguished, but he was far from finished. The boss delivered a heavy punch to the thief's face and then struck down his open wound, causing even more blood to flow. The thief's pleas echoed in the room, but the boss remained unsatisfied and approached the stainless steel table beside them. Lesley removed the cloth, revealing an array of torture devices ranging from medieval instruments to a modern small chainsaw. Faced with the table filled with potential instruments of death, the battered thief stared at him in disbelief, squirming in the chair.

"P-please, don't…" he pleaded weakly, and the boss liked the fear he heard from his quivering voice.

"Don't kill me? You've been saying that, but never spoke of what we needed from you. So, why should I stop?" the boss taunted, making the thief squirm for more.

"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! I WAS JUST ORDERED TO STEAL IT! I DON'T KNOW WHO COMMANDED IT! I SWEAR!" He roared his defense.

"Ohh, but you know who said it to you. You meet the person and don't lie to me, or else this old and rusty dagger could still make you bleed." The boss warned about his words while showing how old the dagger he was about to use against him was.

"I swear, I don't know…" he cried, swearing, but the boss found it to be lies and quickly stabbed his thigh, not removing it. "ARGH! FUCK!"

"I've warned you. So, tell me without lying; who told you to steal it?" The boss asked coldly, carefully choosing what to use next.

"Argh, I-I don't know who ordered me. They just say to steal it, that's all." He reasoned while groaning, fearing for his life. "Please, don't kill me…I have a family."

"A family? That's a funny joke." The boss scoffed as he picked up the rotten axe and checked its weight.

"THEY GOT MY FAMILY! THREATEN ME!" He roared in fear before coughing.

"Let me ask again, who said you must steal it?" The boss didn't listen and asked coldly.

"I DON'T KNOW!" He roared in fear, which the boss didn't like.

"Wrong answer," the boss said grimly before releasing the rotten axe against his toe. He chopped his toe, making him scream while squirming in pain before the boss threatened him as he pointed the axe against his feet. "Let me ask again, who said them to you? Answer or your feet are next."

"GENNIE! IT'S GENNIE GASTRO!" Out of fear, he screamed his answer before adding his plea. "Please, don't kill me. Please…I only steal, not kill…please…don't kill me…I'll do anything…just don't kill me. My family needs me; that's why I do this... Please, believe me…"

"THAT BITCH AGAIN!" Prince shouted as he violently threw the chair beside the injured man. "I'll make her pay."

"Enough, Prince. We got what we need." The boss stopped Prince before sternly facing the injured man again, taunting. "And you, since you want to do anything for me, then kill yourself."

"What?! I…" The injured man was speechless. He thought he was saved, but sadly he wasn't, because the next thing he felt was his feet being cut off.

"I'm not stupid enough to trust your pleas. I know everything about you. Your marriage is a failure. Your wife and your kid already left you for a man who took responsibility that was supposed to be yours." The boss revealed coldly his reason for not believing his pleas. Then he grabbed a sharp silver knife from the table and added, "You're nothing to them. You've been removed from their lives for the bad things you did to them. And you know what? She doesn't remember or have any sympathy left for you."

"YOU'RE LYING!" He roared while wriggling on the chair.

"HAHAHA! You are funny..." The boss laughed sinisterly before ending its life with one slash over its neck after saying his last words to him. "…I NEVER LIE, ESPECIALLY TO THE LIKES OF YOU, THIEF, RAPIST, AND LASTLY, ABUSIVE CHEATER. GOODBYE, ASSHOLE."

Blood splattered like a fountain, and the body went lifeless. The boss just ended someone's life without remorse, and by removing his gloves, Prince Presley, one of his trusted men from the Tiger Gang, handed his boss a wet but clean cloth and removed a tiny blood trail over his chin.

"Clean this up. Make sure it's spotless." The boss commanded coldly to his men and threw the towel back to Prince before wondering, "Anything about Gennie Gastro?"

"Lesley has the news boss. But from what I heard, someone did it for us." Prince replied as they left the dungeon and walked toward the private office.

"Hm, is it good or bad?" He wondered as he slowly loosened his tie and sat over his chair where Lesley gave the report file regarding the matter.

"Getting rid of an eyesore is a good thing, but the intention of the person who killed her is still unknown, which we need to be wary about," Prince answered firmly while their boss carefully read the report.

"Good insight." He only responded while he scanned the file, which caused a grin. "This is interesting."

"What is it, Boss?" Prince wondered.

"Gennie Gastro has been killed by the famous killer, the Rose Slayer," Lesley answered briefly, which her brother didn't believe.

"You're kidding, right?" Prince reacted in disbelief and grabbed the file from his sister. After reading it, he looked at his boss and wondered. "Boss, do you think she'll come after us?"

"Hm, based on the report, I don't think so, but somehow her prey entangled with us, which I had a feeling this won't be the last time we'll meet her." The boss answered coldly, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone that didn't escape the Presley siblings.

"I hope we won't be on her bad side. She's like a ghost from a thriller movie," Lesley commented as she prepared a new set of clothing for their boss.

"We won't if nothing goes wrong on our part." The boss chuckled coldly before checking the other files on his desk.

"About that, Boss, there was another report, on your right," Lesley added nervously before briefing her boss about a concerning report. "It's about a certain request for shipment for this coming weekend. They were asking for a full security shipment and looking forward to shipping it on time."

"Full security shipment and on time…that's rare." The boss commented, but it got his attention while checking the file before he wondered. "Why is the report stated anonymously, Lesley?"

"I didn't write it down because my gut tells me it's a serious cargo," Lesley answered honestly, making their boss look sternly at her.

"How serious?" he wondered coldly since Lesley rarely does that in her report.

"The cargo must be delivered at one of the huge neighboring kingdoms, the Singarti Kingdom." She answered carefully, and their boss ran his hand on his clean, brushed-up hair before tapping his hand on his desk.