Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-30105631-20161102094705

A dead body lies on the ground. A vigilante has put a bullet in it, and the man is long since dead. His brother weeps over his body, tears splashing on the ground. After a minute, the brother's tears have dried and he takes the pistol out of the dead man's jacket. He loads it, putting it in his jacket, and he heads back to the meeting room.

"The mafioso is dead." He says to the Godfather, who curses and slams his fist on the table. "I have taken his gun, and his place." Says the former blackmailer, now the next mafioso. "I will take his place."

The Godfather smiles, and speaks. "This man." He points to the picture. "Kill him tomorrow." The mafioso nods, and leaves.

The next night, he approaches. A twinkle in the darkness, and a single bullet cuts clean through his skull, killing him instantly. The body falls, and the twinkle is gone.

A dead body lies on the ground. A veteran has put a bullet in it, and the man is long since dead. His brother weeps over his body, tears splashing on the ground. After a minute, the brother's tears have dried and he takes the pistol out of the dead man's jacket. He loads it, putting it in his jacket, and he heads back to the meeting room.