Posts from Мафия 39. Piece of emptiness for the small December.

Judging by the images, the heavy footsteps could belong to Southern, Godless, and Technocrazy.

I didn't really pay much attention to the posts, but judging by the beginning of the newspaper, or some kind of shenanigans among the guards (they checked each other, and that's a clue), or one of them died, and the other got all the information and probably information from the second. If so, then Southern probably died.

Hossi, are you saying that both the Northern and Southern factions were eliminated?

Hossi, are you saying that both the Northern and Southern factions were defeated?

RiMpel2, unfortunately, strayed from the main group of people, deciding to take a shortcut through the warehouse; as soon as he entered the rusty gates, he immediately took a heavy fist to the jaw.

Dragneel had to light candles from his personal supplies; pitch-black darkness reigned in his house, and the door refused to open.

An electrical discharge struck the unsuspecting ToX, knocking him unconscious for a while. He never got a chance to open the door to his house.

Someone suspicious was spotted near Xostor's house.

Nothing foretold a bad day, and Loreley was peacefully sleeping on the sofa near his house; however, he was awakened by an uninvited guest, who, however, disappeared immediately.

Amko habitually gathered his things and left the house. It was a little over fifteen minutes' walk to Morning's house, and he wondered if he was doing the right thing—maybe he should have been a bit tougher?

Mmmm... Finally, he reached his goal, jumped over a small iron fence, and walked down the path toward the house. With such heavy footsteps, it was hard to remain unnoticed, but he did everything he could. A tight thread stretched to the limit, and coarse explosives attached to the wall began to beep. Amko was thrown by the explosion and slammed against a tree. He tried to leap up, but debris from the wall collapsed on top of him. A scream of pain rang out, gradually fading into a groan. A large deck of burning cards, tossed into the air by the explosion, slowly drifted down to the ground.

A man stood alone on a small hill and gazed into the distance. Hearing a barely perceptible noise, he turned around sharply. Just in time, as the stranger was already pulling the trigger of his rifle all the way back. Bullets flew from the barrel of the rifle with a quiet clicking sound until the magazine was empty. Below, the screams of people who sensed something was wrong could be heard. The attacker had no choice but to run.

Drakkoshka ran with all her might; the pursuer didn't fall behind, but didn't show herself either. It seemed she was playing with her. Finally, there was no strength left to run, and Drakkoshka leaned against the nearest tree, breathing heavily. She appeared for just a second, flashed past, leaving a deep gash on her victim's shoulder. Drakkoshka screamed in pain and pressed her other hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding somehow.

The unknown woman had already disappeared, and now there was no need to be afraid. Somewhere nearby, heavy, wheezing breath was heard. A black hand grabbed Drakkoshka by the neck and pinned her to the tree. She tried to scream, but only a stifled gasp escaped her throat. The Void pressed a black pistol to her forehead. At that moment, she thought she had made a huge mistake by leaving her only possible means of defense at home. A series of loud shots rang out.

Mining is killing. Therefore, the Mafia can make a triple kill, or even more, in a single night.