New vision city
The blood moon hung low over the Sky as Roni sped through the night, with the rest of his companions. the stolen truck bouncing along the rugged roads. Behind him, the remnants of his old lives—the Marcello Mafia Syndicate—were smoldering ruins. Once an enforcer for the family, he staged a coup, stole millions in dirty cash, and left a trail of bodies in his wake.
He had no choice but to escape. Betrayal was his only path to freedom.
A New Beginning
Years later, in the smoky alleys of New Vision City, Fred and Charles had built new identities for themselves. Fred, the sharp-tongued strategist, now posed as a wealthy importer of rare wines, while Charles, have grown up to be a fine young man with a quiet self confidence, He runs the security for their operations. Fred had spent the Makun mafia group millions carefully, constructing an empire built on discretion and fear.
His rise to power was swift. The underworld whispered his new name: "The Phoenix vision." He wasn't just a survivor —they were predators reborn.
But freedom came at a cost
Fred and Charles have been able to blend in with their new environment and looks, gaining the trust of their new foe, having done lots of stuff for them to earn it.
Fred however still stays on the lookout, not wanting to be caught off guard by anyone or anything, he always gives Charles the training and time he needs to grow stronger.
"Hey Charles, how you doing?" He asked.
"Well, Uncle Fred am doing okay, good thing you asked, Uncle Fred do you know that today is my birthday day?" Said Charles
Who have grown up to be just like his father Ethan.
"Hmmm! I don't know about it, so tell how old are you now?" Asked Fred.
"Do you have to ask?" replied Charles.
"Never mind, you don't have to tell me!"
"Hahahaha!"
They both laugh and Fred gives Charles a knowing look. They headed inside to have breakfast, as Fred was on the table, he picked up the paper that was beside him, opened it, and was shocked to see what was written at the heading. His expression changed to one of rage and he clenched his fist, and spoke through gritted teeth.
"So the bastard, Roni is well and alive in Vision City, I should have just finished him up when I had the chance!" he thought.
Charles couldn't help but wonder what was going on with his uncle when he saw the look on his face.
"Uncle Fred is everything okay? Did something happen, do you need me to check it out?"
Charles who was still eating paused for a brief moment looking at his uncle puzzled expression.
"No need! Is nothing much, am the boss around here now everything and everyone answers to me, if there's a traitor in my space they better say their last prayers!"
As he spoke he got out of the dinner chair leaving only Charles to finish up his meal.
Fred wasn't afraid of anyone, not even Roni his old buddy.
"Assemble all the men before noon in the underground hall, I have an important information to pass out!"
"Yes boss, will do just that."
Charles walked in as soon as Fred passed his messages on to the man, he was done with breakfast, so he decided to ask his uncle Fred what was going on, and why the sudden rushed to assemble the men.
"Charles I need you to be more attentive and serious in what you do, we got to where we are today because of the sacrifice of your father and his men for you to have a lesser battle, now am not going to be with you forever so learn fast, I put you in charge of the security for a reason!"
"Uncle I don't understand any of this," Charles replied.
"Our old-time buddy will be coming, now Meet me at hall 606 we have a meeting!"
With that, he went to the hall it was almost noon and all the men were there waiting for their big boss to address them.
After the meeting was done Fred went back into his room, freshened up got into his Mercedes, and drove off with Charles following behind him to the shipment yard.
The Shadows of the Past
One night, as Fred poured over their latest shipment manifests, a cryptic message arrived in his cell: "We know where you are." Attached was a photograph of their hideout. The Marcello Syndicate was back, and running by none other than Roni, he just wanted to settle the score them.
Charles, ever the pragmatist, suggested abandoning the new vision city and run away like before. But Fred however, refused.
"We didn't fight our way out just to keep running," he said. "We hit them first."
They called in favors, reaching out to old allies and forging new partnerships with rival factions. In just weeks, the Phoenix Vision boss turned Vision City into a fortress of hidden weapons, loyal mercenaries, and explosive contingencies.
The Final Gambit
The Marcello Syndicate struck on a moonless night. Armed hit squads stormed the Phoenix boss hideout, but they were met with a labyrinth of deadly traps. Fred orchestrated every move from a secure control room, his voice calm and calculating over the comms. Charles, armed with dual pistols, moved like a ghost through the chaos, taking out attackers with surgical precision.
But the Syndicate had brought their ace: a seasoned assassin named Nike, a woman from Fred's past. She infiltrated their stronghold and cornered Fred in the control room.
"You always were too clever for your good," she sneered, her silenced pistol aimed at his chest.
Fred smiled faintly, a devilish look on his face. "And you are always too predictable."
Before she could react, Charles appeared behind her, a knife in hand. Moments later, the Syndicate's attack crumbled.
A Kingdom in the Ashes
By dawn, the Marcello Syndicate was no more. Fred, Charles, and the other have dealt with them. Fred stood on the roof of their hideout, gazing at the smoldering remnants of their enemies.
"We could stop now," Charles said, his voice heavy. "Disappear for real this time."
Fred shook his head. "The world is ours now. We don't hide—we expand."
As the sun rose over Vision City, the Phoenix Boss Fred began planning his next move, his eyes set on the underworlds of Rico City, Tokyo, and beyond. His past had forged him into legend. His future would make them kings.