Karmen: Here's chapter 3! Please vote the chapter and I hope you all enjoy it!

(Dark Hood's POV)

This building has more security than it needs. I thought to myself as I hid behind the car. I look around the mansion and only saw two guards at the front door, four other men patrolling on both sides of the building, and two more men watching from the roof. Thankfully, the only people with flashlights were the guards patrolling the area. It also seems like the two men on top have no spotlight to shine on me.

Taking the front door is definitely a no-go. I look around for any other way to get inside. I look to the left side of the building and saw a cellar that some guards walked passed. When none of the guards were near the cellar or had their eyes on the area, I made a run for the door. As I arrived at the door without getting caught, I noticed a lock on the door. I took out pinning tweezers and a lock pick from my hip bag and stuck them into the keyhole. After jiggling the two tools in the hole, the lock finally unlocked as he removed it from the cellar entrance before opening it and going inside.

As I went down the cellar, I noticed there was a single ceiling light on, shining on the many wooden racks of wine and other alcoholic beverages. For some reason, I was impressed, despite me never having a taste of anything alcoholic in my life. There is a wine cellar back in the manor, but the only time I've gone inside was when I was thirteen, trying to keep Bang from trying to drink anything.

"Come on; one drink won't hurt." Said a man coming down a ladder to the cellar.

Shit! I immediately hide behind a barrel, sneakily looking over to see who it was. I saw two grown men with their handguns kept in their holsters as they came down.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Said the other man who seemed nervous.

"Calm down, man, there're many bottles here, won't hurt to take a drink from one."

I can take both of them down... I just need a distraction. I saw a wine bottle on the floor next to me and picked it up. After picking it up, I looked at the man that was talking and chucked the bottle at his head.

While the man was talking, the bottle I threw hit the back of his skull, immediately knocking him unconscious. Before the other man could make any noise, I came out of my hiding place and rushed towards him. I then punch him directly between his eyes, knocking him out as well.

I looked around for any other enemies, but it appears that I am the only one here that is conscious. I walk towards the ladder the two men came from.

I opened the trap door and peek my head out, looking around the room, like a child at night checking if his parents are still asleep.

I didn't see anyone and climbed out before slowly closing it to avoid making any noise. After closing the door, I looked around the small room I was in. There wasn't anything in here, no furniture, security cameras or windows. I shrugged it off and went towards the door. I put my ear against it to hear if anyone is on the other side. Hearing no one, I exited the room.

I look down the hall in both directions and saw no one.

I could just casually go upstairs, but avoiding any more guards or any possible security cameras is unlikely.

I decided to just go to the left side of the hallway, walking down as I listened for any footsteps or voices. For some reason, I didn't. Are all of the security personnel placed outside?

I could go straight upstairs... it's not like there are any secret passage ways just to head to the second floor. I don't have any choice but to just go in loud.

As I started running out of the hall and into the entrance hall. Two guards saw me and aimed their pistols at me. Before they could fire, I quickly threw my fists in their faces, knocking them both out before they could fire their guns.

I ran up the stairs to be met with another guard who swings his baton at me. I back away from the swing, almost falling down the stairs.  He regain my balance and block the baton hit with my arm, grunting from the pain before punching him back. The man stumbled back from the punch and pulled out a wallow talkie from his belt before speaking into it.

"Intruder in the building, we have a man in black insi-" he was later interrupted by my kick swinging across his face, knocking him out cold after he hit the ground. I continued to run down the hall, seeing a wooden double door and the end.

I ran towards the door and kicked it open. Whoever the buyer is, they're connected to Mayor Trust. Whatever information I can beat out of them will be enough for me to expose him.

There is only a single person in the room. A man who looks to be in his early 40s, Italian descent. I didn't recognize him until he spoke.

"Could've just opened the door, you know?" The man said in a rough Italian accent.

I recognize him now. I've heard about him on the news before.

His name is Thomas Giovanni: the boss of the Italian mafia.