Adopted Soldier

Chapter 38

While Alex and his group where taking their group photo, some foolish intruders entered Carlo’s mansion . The robbers thought that this would be like any other job they had . Since it was just another random rich guy’s mansion in a small city . Yet what they got was a place filled with traps inside the ventilation, trap doors in random rooms .

Kind looking maids and butlers holding rifles, swords, and knives . The pets were also dangerous, there were dozens of trained Dobermans and Wolf like dogs, but the worse pet was the one guarding a particular door, it was a freaking Tiger .

The five intruders got separated as they were running away from everything in the mansion that was trying to kill them . The team leader of the intruders was running in a suspiciously empty hallway, where he started screaming to himself .

"What the hell! This isn’t anything like he said it would be like! Shit! How is this a simple job?! A mansion owned by a wannabe newcomer wouldn’t be anything for your skill, that’s what he said?! But what the f*ck is this! Even the maids are armed to the teeth!"

The team leader heard some of the butlers running towards him, so he entered a random room . The room he entered was full of different books, history books, psychology books, human anatomy books, and plenty more . ’Is this the library? Rich people do like to pose as intellectuals . ’ The leader thought as he walked deeper into the room full of books .

Once he reached a certain point he saw a man sitting cozily in a chair reading a book called my teenage son is going through puberty what to do? . . . The leader who saw the middle aged man reading such a peculiar book with such a specific title felt a bit weirded out . The middle age man stood up from his chair, and the leader noticed he had a prosthetic leg .

The leader then proceeded to point his gun at Carlo’s face . "Who are you, and what are you doing here?!" The leader shouted at Carlo, who looked at him bewildered . . . After a short silence Carlo started to chuckle .

"How funny, an intruder asking me, the owner of the house what I’m doing in my own library . " Carlo smiled at the leader’s stupidity .

The leader who saw Carlo smiling as if he was the most idiotic thing he has seen, got angry . "So your the owner of this loony bin! If I capture you I’ll be able to leave here alive, I might even get more than I thought I could . "

"Then what about your companions? Are you going to ask for their safe passage as well?" Carlo asked the smirking leader .

"Huh? Why would I do that? Those guys knew what they were getting into, when they joined . "

When Carlo heard the answer of the leader he sighed . "So there really is no honor among thieves . . . You fail as a person, as a leader, and as a thief . "

"Huh what the hell are you going on about?" The leader felt something coiling around his hand that held the gun . When he looked at it, he saw a sword like whip tightly coiling around his hand . The sword like whip came from Carlo, who he didn’t even notice was able to pull out the weapon, much less use it .

Carlo pulled at the handle of his weapon snatching not only the opponents weapon, but also his whole hand . The leader screamed in pain, as blood gushed out of his sliced forearm . Carlo slowly approached the leader but stopped himself, when he heard a familiar beeping sound . Carlo started running to hide behind a table .

BOOM!

The leader who was screaming in pain suddenly exploded . Their was nothing left of his body except a metal disc shaped object . Carlo slowly approached the object and when he got near enough, it started to project something .

Name: Carlo Samarita

Age: 44

Date of Birth: February 12, 1974

Nationality: Berdonian

A war orphan who at the tender age of seventeen went to the battlefield to find his fortune . Was a Rank C Mercenary until he was twenty two . Ranked up to B a year later, and after seven more years founded his own squad composed of excellent individuals of various skills . Two years after the founding of the squad Carlo Samarita had become a rank S Mercenary, at this point in time he had gained the nickname ’the messenger of death . The origin of the nickname came from the enemy soldiers who had heard rumors, that no matter who you are if Carlo Samarita has proclaimed you dead, then you are dead .

At the age of thirty six Carlo had Adopted a young lad which he had named Alexander Samarita, who will be later feared as ’The white flash . ’ Alexander Samarita’s Mercenary Rank is currently at S nearing the highest rank of SS which there are only three alive that have acquired the rank .

The final mission of Carlo in the battlefield had cost him his right leg, and his life as a mercenary . Carlo alongside his son Alexander had return home to Berdonia where with his vast wealth are currently living a carefree life .

Carlo who was reading what was written in the projection, clicked his tongue . When Carlo thought it was over, a voice was heard from the metal disc . The sound was filtered by different frequencies so he couldn’t recognize the voice .

"Greetings Sir . Carlo I hope you like my surprise its something I planned for about five minutes . WellI just wanted to say hello to the legendary mercenary who has betrayed his countrymen . Sure you help our country every now and then, but you also help our enemy countries . Well such is the life of mercenary yeah? Still I don’t care! You are Berdonian, who should work for the glory of Berdonia! If you would help our cause with that squad of yours then it would be child’s play to destroy the enemy command centers . Of course you have your own rule like keeping the balance and such . . . But I don’t give a shit about that! Berdonians are the best humans in this world, why do we need balance?! We just need to show the other countries that we’re on top and they’re below us . . . Well that’s all for now, hope to play with you again in the future . . . Also this message will explode and all that shit . " The moment the synthetic voice said so, the metal disc exploded .

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