Chapter 136: Orchestrating a New Alliance
Bruno was by no means a sadist. He did not particularly enjoy taking the lives of his enemies. Killing when done righteously was no different from a chore. But there was a certain kind of enemy that Bruno would admit if he was in the mood to do so, that he took great enjoyment in putting down.
Those types of enemies were the ones who had caused incalculable human suffering in his past life and had either directly or indirectly contributed to the state of the world he had found himself in at the time of his death.
It was perhaps because the Black Hand was partially to blame for both of these things that Bruno had an unusually sinister smirk on his face as he aimed down the sights of his MP-34 Submachine gun and waited for the door to open. After all, simply spraying lead through the door without confirming his target was both irresponsible and dangerously reckless.
Nobody but the operatives of the Black Hand needed to die tonight. And because of this, he watched and waited even as the cries of terror erupted from the other side of the door. Naturally, the Black Hand felt the same. They had, after all, concealed their identities with facemasks, and were slowly working their way through the train cars, robbing the people inside in order to conceal their true intentions.
Finally, the men stacked up at the entrance to Bruno's private car, and the words they spoke immediately revealed their identities. After all, they chose to conceal their nationality by speaking in Russian, a language Bruno was exceptionally proficient in.
"This is it, this the one... Are you ready, boys!?!"
After a brief voice of agreement by two other distinctive voices, the car door opened, where the men held semi-automatic pocket pistols in their hands. If Bruno had to guess, they were probably chambered in the .25 ACP cartridge, which was.... Laughable.
Of course, the moment the men saw Bruno standing there, with a weapon that should not exist aimed down at their torsos, their eyes bulged wide. But before they could properly aim down their sights, Bruno squeezed the trigger and held it down, adjusting the aim to spray multiple bullets into the three men's torsos, painting the doorway red with their blood as he did so.
The screams of the passengers as the thunderous echoes of automatic gunfire filled the car. But there was no collateral damage. Bruno's aim was immaculate, and the tool in his hands was perhaps the most well-crafted and precise submachine gun ever made.
The bullets hit their marks and caused the assassin's bodies to drop to the floor, as they quickly faded away into the afterlife, where the devil would keep their souls for all eternity. After killing the three members of the black hand, Bruno swapped out his magazine, though it was not completely depleted, there were not enough rounds left within it to ensure his safety, should another member of the Black hand be hiding among the civilians within the train.
Instead, Bruno assured the frightened and panicked passengers that they would remain unharmed so long as they did not approach his car.
"Do not fret. Please calm down. I assure you all, I am a Prince of Russia, and a Field Marshal in its army. The authorities are on their way to secure the scene and investigate this crime. As for you all, if you have no ties to these men who so brazenly robbed you all of your personal property, then you will be safely escorted to Saint Petersburg after the investigation is complete!"
After saying this, Bruno recovered the weapons from the dead bodies, before returning to his car, where he shut himself inside. Waiting for the Russian Secret Police to arrive who were already on standby, waiting for the attack to happen.