In the days following the founding of the "Pablo Family," the new headquarters was witnessing unusual activity.
Pablo decided that this place would not be just an ordinary gang house. It would be the official base of the family in Naraka. For this, he needed a real investnt.
He opened his small notebook and calculated what he owned.
From embezzlent at the factory over the past months, he had gathered over four million Beli. His share of the money that flowed to him from every section: reception, both shifts, juice, export. So of it was from direct embezzlent, and so from "commissions" and forged reports.
He decided to invest most of this money in developing the headquarters.
He hired craftsn from Naraka. Carpenters, builders, and blacksmiths.
Work began.
Expanding the building: He added two new rooms on the ground floor, one for storing weapons and the other for storing goods.
Building warehouses: In the backyard, he built three dium-sized warehouses. They could be used to store anything: smuggled goods, weapons, or even as spare rooms.
Interior improvents: New furniture, better lighting, and larger windows to let in light.
He also wanted to build a wall around the entire headquarters. A high stone wall to protect them from prying eyes and secure the place.
But the money was not enough.
Calculating the cost, the wall required at least an additional one million five hundred thousand Beli. Pablo did not have this amount.
What remained with him after all these expenses was barely enough to continue spending on himself and the gang for a few weeks.
He closed his notebook and decided that the wall would co later. The important thing now was that the headquarters had beco suitable for use as a real base.
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In the midst of improving the headquarters, Marco began training the fifteen n.
The training was still in its early stages. The results had not yet appeared. But Marco was patient.
Every morning, he would gather them in the backyard.
Physical fitness exercises: running, jumping, strengthening exercises.
Then training in using guns: how to aim, how to reload, how to stay calm under pressure.
The n were tired. So of them complained in low voices. But they feared Marco more than they feared their fatigue.
Marco was not cruel without reason. He wanted to transform them from chaotic cowards into n who could be relied upon in a real mont.
He said to them at the end of one of the days:
"You are not here because you are strong. You are here because I chose you. Because I saw sothing in you. Do not make regret it."
The n looked at him in silence. So of them felt sothing like pride for the first ti in their lives. And others could not bear to do these exercises, but they did not dare to disobey Marco.
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At the factory, Pablo was thinking about the next step.
The factory was under his control practically. But the director Vlad was still above him. And the owner Veron was still above everyone.
To get rid of both of them, he needed a plan.
Vlad could be killed. That was easy. Marco could do it any night.
But Veron was different. An old, sick man, rarely seen. If he died suddenly, so might suspect. But if he died from his "illness"...
That would be better.
He rembered what Tom had told him so ti ago.
"The owner's na is Veron. An old man, sick for years. He is visited regularly at his ho by a special doctor. His na is Doctor Klin. I heard he is greedy."
Pablo smiled.
A greedy doctor. That was the key.
He did not need to kill Veron himself. He only needed to make the doctor do it. Or at least, cause his "health to deteriorate" naturally.
For a lot of money.
And after Veron died, he would kill Vlad too. Suddenly. Without any clear reason.
Then, the factory would have no director and no owner. And who runs everything now? Pablo.
All the factory's profits would beco his. Official and unofficial.
The entire factory. Under his complete control.
Pablo wrote the plan in his notebook.
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But first, he needed more weapons.
The gang had grown. The headquarters had expanded. And the fifteen n needed better armant.
He called Rein via the Den Den Mushi.
Rein answered after the third ring. His voice was cold as usual.
"Pablo."
"I need ten additional guns. And ammunition."
Rein paused for a second.
"I don't have them now, but I can provide them."
"I will pay."
"I know. I will prepare them. I will send them with Surin. He knows the way to your factory."
"Alright."
"But do not forget Surin's fee. The man risks himself every ti he carries my goods."
"I will take care of it."
"Good. The goods will reach you after three days."
Pablo hung up.
He wrote in his notebook: ten additional guns - will arrive after three days - Surin's fee.
Then he thought about the amount he would need to bribe the doctor. A greedy doctor who did not treat the poor. The price of his service would be high.
But he was ready to pay any price.
The factory was worth much more than that.
He closed his notebook and put it in his inner pocket.
The plan was beginning to take shape.
The doctor first. Then Vlad. Then the entire factory.
He turned off the light and left his office.
The road was still long. But it had beco clearer than ever.
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