Devil's Music

What kind of house goes from the front door to the golf cart? ’

Miroslav opens a huge gate and rides one of the four golf carts parked next to him in the back.

On the way to the five-story mansion, which is wider than a football field with a horizon line, the gun circled around like a newly minded village. In the eye of the case, the Miroslav's head bounces off a tune that he doesn't know what song is.

There was a skeleton in the midst of a completely shaved head, not a blackhead, and a tattoo wrapped around a rose branch of a snake provoked Miroslave's head as he clapped his head.

Does it hurt when you get a tattoo on your head? I'll never get my hair back like that... ’

Looking over Miroslav's back head with worthless worries, he immediately lowered the fountain in front of the front gate from the Bing Don Golf Cart. Miroslav said hello to the men standing guard with machine guns at the front door.

“This way, please. Boss is waiting for you. ”

I was surprised to see the door when the door was opened made of antique wood.

"It's not just a tree door, is it? Look at this thickness. The door will be over 1m thick. Is it bulletproof? ’

The thick door had an iron shield in the middle. Whether it was a gas squeeze door or a sound of evasion when the door opens, it looks very hard and safe. In the lobby on the first floor, a gun follows the Miroslav pointing one hand inward. The gun opened its eyes and saw the interior on the first floor.

"Wow, it looks like you've moved the New York Polymath Museum around. Does the landlord like art? ’

The first floor was filled with drawings and all kinds of pieces. Stretching both sides of the stairs gave me the feeling of a nobleman's castle that I had seen in medieval films. The climb up the second floor along Miroslav stands in front of the Black Gate. Like a mafia stronghold, a huge group of guards were walking around the house with guns, and the surveillance cameras were constantly ringing and following the gunline. Miroslav stands at the black door, knocking and opening the door.

“This is as far as I'm allowed. Let's go inside."

As the case hesitated and entered the room, there was a huge library that seemed to be more than three times the size of the Korean house where the case lived. One side of the wall was covered with books from the floor to the ceiling, and a rug was on the floor.

As if the owner of the library liked furniture made entirely of dark colors, antique furniture had black or dark brown colors.

When Gun stepped into the library and looked inside, he saw eight people sitting on a large desk, looking back out the window.

In a certain way, it was a wonderful scene, but the window facing the person sitting back was blocked with several layers of iron bars and bulletproof glass, so it was like seeing a predator trapped in a cage.

“Is that... Gregory Myochi? ”

As the man who was sitting around circles the wheelchair, a man turns to look at the gun.

In high school, a man who felt like Malone Brando in a movie called "The Godfather" showed by his friend Zhuyong was gracefully old middle-aged and had a thick Cuban cigar on his mouth.

"I thought you were Malone Brando…… But that's how Russians could look like too. I heard they were in their early 60s, but even in their late 40s, it's unbelievable. ’

The man was unbelievably strong in his 60s. The clothes of a man wearing a blue tie and a Cole suit vest were tightly wrapped around his body without covering himself up. The man pulled the cigar out of his mouth and said,

“Hello? Have a seat over there. ”

Gregory's speech, speaking from the beginning as if he were the underdog, seemed to reflect the life of a man who had lived as the foreman his whole life.

The gun is slightly atrophied by his charisma and sits on the black couch he points to. Surprisingly, the couch was looking at Gregory's table, and it was single-serving.

Usually the couch is arranged to face each other, but the location of the couch suggests that people who face Gregory are used to talk to him.

A leather couch made of leather, or a sofa that boasts an enormous price, slowly ran out of air as soon as the gun sat down and took the case deep. Gun sits down, but Gregory doesn't speak. I just took a quick look at the case and emitted a faint smoke from the cigar.

The gun gives a nervous look, but Gregory opens his mouth a long time after keeping his eyes on Gregory like that.

“You've got quite a grip on you. Yeah, so you could work in such a dangerous place. ”

Gregory gets up from his seat, bites his cigar again, walks out to the front of the desk, puts his butt on the desk, and breathes smoke.

“Do you know where you are? ”

The gun looks around for a moment and says,

“Yes, Gregory Miochi. ”

“Just call me Gregory. So, you've come to know that the Red Kessle is the boss of the Red Mafia? ”

“Yes, that's right, Gregory. ”

“What do you think the mafia is? ”

After a moment of deliberation, you open your mouth.

“It may offend you, but it's illegal in society. I know people who do bad things that they need to do. ”

Gregory takes in his cigar with a bloody smile.

“In Russia, the definition of the mafia is different. The criteria for determining whether a mob is a mob is not in the existence of a group, but in the way that the group acts in order to realize its interests. No matter how dark things get, we don't call them mafia unless it's generally against social customs. On the other hand, even if you do business in public, if it's against the law and violence is used against the interests of other members of society, it's called a mafia. ”

As Gregory breathes cigar smoke into the air, a surprisingly large amount of smoke enters the human lungs.

Gregory turns the cigar in his hand and smiles satisfactorily as he sees the cigar scattered in the air for a moment.

“As expected, Cuban cigars are the best. Do you want one?”

Gun swung his hand and said.

“I don't smoke. ”

“Too bad. After all, it's a Russian tradition for an oil business man to abuse the interests of a business man, and a police officer to do this. It is not ourselves who call us the Red Mafia, but the nicknames the world has given us. It's the red one from Russia. ”

I asked with a serious face.

“I don't know why you're explaining the mafia to me, but I don't know much about you. ”

Gregory grins with his teeth bared.

“The Mafia is the organization that retains internal co-conspirators in an unlawful manner in order to monopolize certain powers and resources. That is, think about how I will use you to get what I want from you. ”

The gun determines the meaning of what Gregory said and sets its face firmly. The snowfight with Gregory took place.

Gregory folds his arms, looking funny when Gunn gets up from his seat without his permission. Gun said with an unusually angry expression.

“I didn't come to you for profit. I just came to see my father's heart for worrying about his sick daughter, but you see me as a member of a mutual interest. I'll go back now. ”

As the gun turns and approaches the door, Gregory looks back at the gun.

“If you go through that door without my permission, you're going to have bullet holes all over you. The system doesn't need me to order it. Don't go out there. Sit down. ”

When the gun looks over the closed door on Gregory's horse, you see that the CCTV is pointing towards you. The gun turns around and bites at Gregory's lips.

“I didn't think you'd be threatened. I heard that you asked Daniel to ask me several times. Am I hearing this wrong? ”

Gregory smiles and asks the cigar.

“You're right. My apologies. Would you please take a seat? ”

I sat down on the couch again because I felt Gregory's tone change to a favour. We had no choice but to go out there without his permission because we couldn't escape death.

Gregory smiles rather than looking down at the case. Gun looks at Gregory with a sudden smile.

“Hehe, good. I've never actually seen anyone like you, so I needed time and time to make a decision. Understand, it's just a way of judging other people's lives as mafia. ”

Gregory raises his hands in front of him when his apology doesn't clear his face.

“The Yakuza I met before apologized to pose like this. You're Asian, you know what I mean? I'm sorry. I apologize politely. ”

I sighed with a slightly improved look on my face.

“Phew, I'm Korean, Gregory. And to be honest, I was a little scared a while ago. ”

“Hahaha! An honest friend, you could have pretended like you didn't know better! Hahaha! ”

The gun wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said.

“There's a place to catch foam, and if you do that in front of the Red Mafia boss, you'll be on the Hudson River tomorrow morning. I only have one life, Hugh. ”

Gregory laughs loudly.

“Hahaha, yeah, sorry. You want to hear it with your own mouth? I'm not here for something. I'm here to help you with something pure of heart. Oh, I'll make sure you don't mind the case. ”

Gregory bites his cigar and approaches Gunn with a friendly tone.

“Actually, I don't expect you to fix my daughter, but I was just wondering if she'd be happy to meet you for the first time because she was interested in someone else. If you could meet your daughter, don't bother, that would be all I'd appreciate. ”

I sighed of relief as I put the towel that wiped off the cold sweat.

“If you don't play this kind of prank again, I will often come to see my daughter. ”

“Haha, yes! I promise!”

Gregory picks up his phone and says, as their cold conversation turns to a warm atmosphere.

“It's me. Get me a car. Luxury tea imported from Russia. And tell the maid to see if she's awake and bring her back to the library if she's awake. ”

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