The Conqueror Of Cities!

Chapter 41: The Drug Abusers Finally Off My Back

In the middle of our journey, a police car approached with its sirens blaring, and it quickly pulled over. Two officers emerged from the vehicle, one remaining inside and speaking into the radio while the other officer approached us cautiously.

"Hello, my name is Officer Jeff," he introduced himself, his suspicious gaze fixed upon us. "I got a call earlier about some gang activities. Why are you all walking in such a large group?"

Taking the initiative, I pushed my way to the front of the group and faced the police officer. "Hello, Officer Jeff. My name is Berry Masi, and I am an person determined to help all these people overcome their addictions."

"Oh, how admirable." He responded, while writing on his note. "So, Berry, I assume you're heading to the drug rehabilitation center then?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, Berry Masi, if I'm being honest, I don't believe you. If possible, could you provide me with some form of identification or a driver's license?"

"No."

"Sir, I need your ID," he persisted.

"Well, dear police officer, I don't care. I am not giving you my ID." I retorted and turned my head facing the group, "Now, let's move on," I declared to the group.

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow that. Refusing to provide identification raises further concerns. It's important for me to verify who you are and the purpose of your group." Officer Jeff insisted.

"I understand your concerns, Officer Jeff. However, I am a law-abiding citizen on a mission to help those struggling with addiction. We mean no harm and have no ill intentions."

Sighing, Officer Jeff relented, realizing he had no legitimate or legal reason to force me to comply. "Please keep up the good work, Berry. Stay safe, and best of luck on your mission."

"Thank you, Officer Jeff. We will do our best," I replied, with a warm smile.

With a smile, Officer Jeff walked back to his car and drove away.

"Wow, Dionis is awesome!" someone exclaimed in the crowd.

"Hahaha, let's keep moving, and please don't mention my name," I urged seriously.

"Oh um I'm sorry,"

We continued walking and after a while we reached a large building resembling a hospital.

We all arrived and in front of the front door I told them to wait till I came back, and so they all sited down on the curb waiting patiently for me to come back. it looked funny for some reason, around 20 men, lined up on the curb like they had just emerged from a war.

Anyways, I entered the building and approached the receptionist with Eman by my side.

"Hello, my name is Berry Masi, and I'm here to represent a private company that helps identify drug addicts and send them to rehab," I informed the receptionist.

Whispering from behind, Eman asked me, "Um, Dionis, didn't you say you already signed them in here with the contracts and all? So why are you telling him about the addicts now, don't they now you'll bring them?"

Without answering his question, I simply grinned, keeping my intentions hidden.

"Oh, hello, dear Berry. So, how many people are you bringing?" the receptionist inquired with a friendly smile.

"Fourteen," I responded, taking out a piece of paper from my pocket and reading off the names of the crack heads.

"Alright, when will they arrive?" the receptionist asked, his expression filled with surprise.

"Right now," I confidently replied.

The receptionist impressed, said, "Oh, alright. Bring them in,"

I instructed Eman to lead the junkies inside, and after a few moments, they entered the building and took their seats on the uncomfortable couches provided.

The receptionist stepped out from behind his counter and stood in the middle of the room. He explained to the addicts that they would first need to sign a lot of paperwork and undergo medical checkups to assess their drug use before moving to their assigned dormitories.

Upon hearing about the paperwork, some of the junkies looked at me with concern and questions. "Um, Sir Dion... Berry, what was that contract you made us sign if we need to sign papers now?"

My hands began to sweat, the air grew hot, and I gulped before answering, "Oh, hahaha, those were contracts for our private company. They ensure consent for transportation and, of course, secure the jobs we have reserved for you after your rehabilitation." I responded quickly and nervously, my brain working fast to come up with a believable lie.

"Oh," their faces lit up as their concerns were apparently answered satisfactorily.

With my task completed, it was now up to the rehab center to take over. I quickly exited the building with my boys to avoid further questioning.

While walking back home, I called Seba.

"Seba, are you in Ipoz?"

"I should be arriving in 10 minutes."

Satisfied with his response, I ordered Eman and Darjan to return home, retrieve their guns, and meet me near Adem's house after 30 minutes, both carrying backpacks. Meanwhile, David and Marko were to go home and relax.

As I walked, I couldn't help but yearn for a car, tired of covering thousands of steps each day. But being only 16, it remained a distant desire.

Arriving home, I grabbed my mask and went down to the basement, retrieving the suitcase filled with 7,000$. I had 11,000$, but I needed to pay my men so I was left with a smaller amount.

With the suitcase in hand, I sprinted to Ipoz. However, before entering the building, I waited a couple of minutes to regain my breath in front of the door. Putting on my mask, I made my way upstairs, where Seba was waiting, alone this time.

"Yo, here are the ecstasy pills," he said casually, handing them over.

It seemed he had grown to trust me, hence his nonchalant demeanor.

"Hahaha, here you go," I replied, handing him the suitcase. "Count it, but make it quick, please."

"Nah, I don't need to."

"It seems you trust me now," I remarked.

"You're not counting the ecstasy either, so I guess we've both gained trust," he chuckled.

"Seems so," I said before opening my backpack and carefully placing 2,400 ecstasy pills inside.

The backpack was bursting with ecstasy, making it nearly impossible to fit all the ziplocks in it. But somehow, I managed to squeeze them in.

Putting my full backpack on, filled with drugs, I bid farewell to Seba and left.

As I walked through the city, the weight of the drugs strapped to my back made me feel an intense sense of terror and paranoia. However, against all odds, I managed to reach Adam's house, where Darjan and Eman patiently waited on their scooter. I distributed the ecstasy evenly among our backpacks and cautiously entered the house.

The familiar sight greeted me—the imposing gate, Adem's welcoming presence, and the routine of sitting at the long ass table. With minimal communication, Adem's associates brought forth two suitcases brimming with a total of $17,000, placing them onto the table. The three of us eagerly opened our backpacks, spilling the ziplocks filled with ecstasy onto the table as well. Then the long counting began on both sides.

Adem appeared enthusiastic, his desire to share something evident in his voice. "Listen, The Nameless. One of the four major families is hosting a party or something, and as a member of one of those families, I'm inviting you to join me," he explained.

"Four major families?" I asked, surprised.

"Yea there are 4 Mayor familis that rule the underground world. The Krasniqi family well me, the Romano family which is holding the party, The Ladies family—a weird ass family with a girl leading them, and lastly, the one who hold the most territory... the Diablos Family, How come you don't know about them?"

"Until now, my organization has only been involved in street dealings in a small city avoiding any entanglements. But now, as the leader, I have decided to expand, and so we have," I explained lying to make it seem believable.

"Um okay okay, the party will be in a couple of weeks. I'll contact you a day before, once I know the exact date," Adem informed me.

"Alright."

As we waited for the counting to finish, silence engulfed us. However, my mind was filled with excitement. "Oh my fucking God! This is a huge opportunity for me! I'm moving up the ladder faster than expected! Meeting wiith the big bosses of Slovenia will surely bring me a lot of opportunity!"

After a few moments of silence, the counting concluded, and my crew and I exited the room, led by Adem. As we walked through Adem's garden, my eyes caught sight of Pia, sitting motionless on a bench. Instructing Eman and Darjan to wait outside the mansion, I requested Adem to wait for a moment. Slowly, I approached her and took a seat beside her on the bench.

"Pia, how have you been?"

Her head hung low, her eyes devoid of any emotion. "Fine, boss," she replied in a monotone voice.

Poor girl had to go thought so much at just 14 years old.

"How is your mission going?" I inquired, professionally

Finally, she looked me in the eyes, her expression still emotionless. "I've asked around the house and Adem personally. It seems they have around 500 men in total, but in his house, there are about 50, including maids and such." Her tone emotionless.

"And how many armed guards?" I asked.

"I don't know the exact number, but I guess 25," she replied.

"Alright, that's enough for now. You've done a great job, Pia," I praised her, placing my hand on her head.

Unexpectedly, she slapped my hand away, her eyes filled with rage. She clenched her teeth and uttered, "Don't. fucking. touch. me. bastard."

Shocked, I quickly regained my composure and laughed it off, standing up and making my way back to Adem.

"What the hell did you do to her? Hahaha," I asked Adem, while looking at her in the distant.

"Oh nothing, I just allowed all my men to violate her, I also put objects in her you know what, Oh right I also cut her nipples off. I wanted to see if milk would just gush out like a fountain, you know what I mean? hahahahahahah."

"Ugh, crazy bastard," I cursed at him on the inside, but applauded him in the outside. "Hahaha, you truly are amazing, Adem,"

Leaving his mansion, Eman rode me back to my block with his scooter. I hid the suit case in the basement and walked up the stairs to my front door then I knocked, not knowing that when I went in my father will tell me something that scared me a little.