Chapter 107: The best team!
David and Stephen had masterfully repelled the assassination attempt. Since their role in this part of the show had ended, Perona and David returned to Stephen's side while Fred continued playing his role alongside Hawky.
And until its completion, the four secondary and tertiary actors were serving sentences.
"It seems that we have already finished playing our part, perfectly, I dare say" Said Perona, proud of her intervention, but quite exhausted by the pressure of her first live performance. "We can finally improvise."
"Yeah… it was cool and all…" David said, not as excited as his partner about his participation. "And I understand that Fred likes to impersonate others, but…
Was really necessary to do all this? It has been… quite excessive…"
David wasn't talking about his participation in this performance, which had been quite poor and simple, he was talking about his Fred-sensei.
Fred had used an extremely dangerous application of the Seimei Kikan to shrink his body and modify his bone and muscle structure, had torn off all the skin and hair from his body, amputated many of his limbs including his genitals, eaten his own flesh and entered into enemy territory in bad conditions by posing as another person in the presence of that person's father... among many other things...
To accomplish what?
They could have kidnapped/evacuated the non-combatants inside Hawky in much more efficient ways and without taking as many risks and suffering.
"That depends on what you understand by necessary, but this hasn't been unnecessary at all.
Wars can be won before they're even fought and Fred has practically sentenced the outcome of this war with this excessive performance" Stephen explained. Partly amazed and also exhausted by the crazy things his brother was capable of doing to gain just a little advantage. "With his own actions he has shown that he's several steps ahead of them, that he can play with them as much as he wants, that he has absolute control over the situation, that he has no scruples or fear, that his cruelty and sadism knows no limits, that he's completely crazy and among many things that his physical and mental capabilities are beyond what's humanly imaginable.
Every word he uses, tone of voice, body language, facial expression... every little detail has contributed to this moral victory
Just watch..."
It was just like Stephen said...
All the gangsters were fucking scared!
Many had lost the will to fight! They couldn't win against that mastermind with inhuman powers who also has a team of monsters!
However, they also knew that surrendering was useless, that psychopath would kill them anyway!
In fact... that was even acceptable. What they didn't want was to be caught alive.
If that madman was capable of tearing off his own face with his bare hands, what wouldn't he do with them?
Furthermore, Fred had their families hostage and was likely to do something to them if they dared to fight or flee.
They were terrified, too terrified to do or not do anything
And that was even before Fred marked the true start of the battle...
"Well…" Said Fred with his friends behind him and his audience in front of him. "Now that all the actors are on stage... as the director, screenwriter and protagonist, I declare...
SHOWTIME!"
Nothing had changed, they knew that Fred was going to start his killing spree at any moment. But now that Fred gave the starting signal, their fears intensified by several orders of magnitude.
The vast majority wanted to run away, but they didn't. They knew that Fred was an enemy from whom they couldn't escape, not only because their legs were shaking.
Even so, they instinctively retraced their steps to get as far away as possible from the monster that seemed to enjoy their suffering.
'Mmmmfff feeear...' Fred thought, delighting with his most terrifying and creepy expression at the reaction he had provoked in his audience. 'I just love the smell of fear...'
A fear and suffering that his companions also guiltily enjoyed, although in a less psychopathic way.
"If you can scare your enemies like this, the fight will already be half won" Stephen said, smiling as he saw that Fred's [simplified] plan had worked perfectly. "Knowing that, does it still seem excessive to you?"
"I see…" said Perona, who felt enlightened by this reflection. "That's why Fred always makes those scary faces on purpose."
"You're right…" David said, even more amazed by his sensei's magnificent performance and preparation. "And he must be using the Seimei Kikan in his facial muscles; such an unnaturally terrifying face is inhumanly possible any other way."
"No... I'm afraid he's not using the Seimei Kikan and... he doesn't do it on purpose..." Stephen responded, somewhat embarrassed. "He's always been like that..."
It's certainly fun to watch your enemies cower in fear, but after so many seconds it started to get boring.
"Aren't you going to do anything? Too scared?" Fred said with an overdose of sarcasm "Come on... let's go...
I don't have all day! I'm a busy man!
But I also have sportsmanship... I wanted to give you the advantage of attacking first... again..."
And finally those words poisoned with sarcasm managed to wake up some of the top leaders of the four families, who tried to restore order and also raise the morale of their troops.
"Keep calm!
They're just three kids and a bird!" Gambino Donovan shouted, although his tone of voice subtly contradicted his words. "We vastly outnumber them!
They're only four, we're more than two thousand!"
The plan remained the same as before this performance.
The elite fighters should keep Fred and Fred's monsters busy while the filler fighters supported them with all kinds of ranged weapons and even explosives from afar. A simple but effective tactic as long as Fred and his henchmen didn't have the opportunity to attack the filler fighters.
Even in a one-man army world numbers could make a difference if they're used correctly!
"Ahhh… yes… about that…"
However, Fred seemed determined to cover up any ray of hope and sanity that might exist for the gangster team. Before their eyes, much of the garden terrain around Fred began to turn into wolves. Hundreds of wolves bigger than a horse that made the gangsters understand that the situation could always get worse.
But the situation was even worse than the most catastrophic situation that the most pessimistic person in that place could imagine!
Hawky opened his door and another hundred wolves came out ready to kill, but these wolves were different from the ones Fred had created from the garden dirt.
These were fifty percent larger than the previous ones and also metallic!
WTF!?
Had Fred summoned giant robot wolves?!
The quick, although not 100% accurate, answer was...
Yes!
Just as Fred and Stephen had collaborated to create and train giant mechanized octopuses and sharks for sea combat, they had also created and trained mechanized dire wolves for land combat.
I would have liked to include bears, crocodiles, anacondas, tigers, lions and other predators, but… the same problem as always' Fred thought, frustrated by not being able to make all his fantasies come true because of his busy schedule 'Besides, wolves are much easier to train.'
However, wolves weren't only easy to train, they were also used to hunting in packs.
"AOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!"
After landing, the giant mechanized alpha wolves howled to summon and direct the rest of the normal wolves that Fred had created without the perfect ingredients, which had no lineage factor with memories full of contracts and discipline
Now Fred's side had three super humans, a super giant, a mechanized super falcon and an army of nine hundred normal dire wolves led by one hundred mechanized dire wolves that perfectly followed Fred's orders.
"Ohh…my…fucking…god…"
The gangster team still had the numerical superiority, at least for now, as the number of Fred's beast horde seemed to increase every second. But that statistical advantage no longer offered even the slightest glimmer of consolation. However, that statistical advantage no longer offered them even the slightest glimmer of consolation.
Fred was more than a one-man army, he was a humanoid horde!
"What happen? Has the wolf eaten your tongue?" Fred said before giving the real starting signal "Bon appetite guys."
Upon hearing that order the pack of wolves charged at full speed towards their prey. Terrified prey with little chance of victory, but some of them could still minimally fight for their lives.
"SHOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
However, their shots were of little use.
Stephen blew up the mines they had pinned so much hope on, the bullets simply ricocheted off the metallic body of the wolves leading the charge and none were mad enough to test whether their swords were effective.
BOOOMMM!!! BOOMMM!! BOOMMM!!
Their only hope, the bazookas and explosives seemed to have some effect against these unnatural creatures, but the most they achieved was to reduce their charging speed momentarily.
They were unstoppable!
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Fred not only selected a fantastic variant of wolf of enormous size, abnormally powerful physique and great combat instinct, the medium with which they hybridized them was also unique. It was made with the strongest steel they had in stock and thanks to its well-worked design, each of the wolves' hairs were as sharp as a blade, their claws could move as if they were chainsaws, their teeth contained poison and also...
FUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
From their mouths they could expel fire thanks to the flamethrowers that Stephen had incorporated into their enormous structure.
They were extremely durable living deadly weapons that killed at the slightest touch and that no normal person with normal equipment could defeat!
"AAHHHHHH!!!!" "HELP!!!" "ATTACK THE NORMAL WOLVES!" "THAT IS! DON'T WASTE BULLETS ON THE ROBOTS!! "I CAN'T! I LOST MY ARMS!!!" "I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!!" "AAHHHHHHHH!!!" "MOMMY!!!" "DON'T RUN AWAY! YOU'LL DESTROY OUR FORMATION!"
The only weak point in this horde of beasts was the normal beta wolves that Fred had created to complement his metallic alpha wolves. These were vulnerable to bullet shots, but despite being the weakest link there weren't too many weaknesses to exploit.
The best time to neutralize them was before they could attack melee, unfortunately the mecha-wolves shielded the normal wolves so that they could enter the enemy formation without suffering damage. In the midst of the chaos and a few centimetres from death it was difficult to shoot them and even if they managed to wound them it wasn't easy to kill them.
Their fur was so thick that it stopped some of the impact of bullets, their physical talent helped them endure a great deal of punishment and their incredible bloodlust allowed them to ignore the pain of their wounds and continue killing until their body stopped responding.
Fred summoned an unstoppable tide of death that completely disrupted all their plans.
"What're your orders?" Daz Bones asked his employer. "Do we continue with the plan to eliminate Fred and his henchmen first or do we help our men?"
That was a pretty pertinent question right now.
The few elite fighters had the only mission to confront Fred's team and at the same time protect the lives of the bosses without combat capacity, but it seemed that they could no longer follow that plan. If they didn't do something soon, that horde of wolves would completely destroy their subordinates and then focus all their attention on them, whom they had ignored until now, probably on Fred's orders.
They had to come up with a good strategy quickly or they would lose their human shields.
'Daz Bones could easily take down normal wolves, while Andrew could prove a good countermeasure against those mechanical monstrosities.
And Laffitte shouldn't have a problem with any of them.' The strategist Bonano Michael thought, analyzing the game board before making his next move. 'But on the other hand...'
On the other hand, he and the other two kingpins without competent combat capabilities and without elite bodyguards (killed by Stephen and Fred last week) couldn't afford to be away from the strong guys who could save their lives.
For understandably selfish reasons, Michael wanted to deny that idea, making some minimally credible excuse, obviously. There were many ways to convince them that it was better to stay together, especially in the midst of so much chaos, where the ability to reason tended to diminish.
But...
"DAMN DOGS! I'LL NOT LET YOU EAT MY MEN!!"
Andrew, who lost his patience long ago, charged at the metal wolves that were harassing his family, thus breaking the godfather's defensive formation and also screwing up Michael's plan.
'Damn you Andrew!' Michael thought frustrated before shouting "Daz Bones! Help him!"
There was nothing they could do to convince Andrew to come back and follow his plan, the only thing they could do was play along.
"Yes sir." Answered Daz Bones apathetically "Stay away, sir."
The mafia's two best fighters charged towards the wolves to try to lower their numbers as quickly as possible, but they ran into a serious problem.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?"
Stephen and David blocked their way!
Not only did they want to prevent them from harming their pets and thus avoid tarnishing even a little the resounding victory they were having, they were also eager to have an individual battle against a minimally powerful opponent who's also an Akuma No Mi user.
They had gone too many days without fighting and needed that little stimulus for which they had trained so much.
'Damn it!
This is going from bad to worse!'
In addition to failing to minimize the wolf problem, the godfathers Bonanno, Genovese and Gambino now had less protection. Their only consolation and hope is that Laffitte, their favourite calm agent, was still near them with his sword in hand to defend them from any danger that threatened their life.
"Laffitte! Where're you going?"
But before they could breathe a sigh of relief through their gas mask, that corrupt and trustworthy cop broke away from them and walked straight towards Fred before he could come looking for him.
"I'm sorry but it seems that that gentleman is waiting for me to fight" Laffitte said to the rhythm of his tap dance. "Don't look at me like this.
If Fred fought against me around you, I wouldn't be able to protect you.
You would end up being collateral victims"
Laffitte was probably right and in some way he was protecting them by staying away from them, but knowing that didn't make them feel any safer.
They and their personal bodyguards around them were better fighters and had better arms than their filler subordinates, who were being torn apart, dismembered and devoured around them. If the wolves started harassing them they could hold out for a while, but sooner rather than later they would end up following the same fate as their filler subordinates.
'The only thing we can do is buy time'
'Pray for our stars to win'
'AND LOOK FOR A WAY TO GET OUT OF HERE!'
Their thoughts magically synchronized. The three of them came to the same conclusion at the same time, even throwing away together the slightest trace of dignity and pride they still had. However, despite combining their brain capacity, the three bosses weren't able to remember an important detail.
There were still two members of Fred's team who weren't matched with any elite fighters.
"I should have died a few seconds after being born"
"I deserve to turn into wolf shit."
"Don't cry at my funeral, it's a waste of tears"
Before they could realize it, the three godfathers who lacked superhuman combat capabilities and all the bodyguards around them fell to the ground in deep depression at the same time as a characteristic laughter echoed throughout the battlefield.
"¡Horo-horo-horo-horo-horo!"
It was undoubtedly Perona's laughter and it originated from the sky, but the pinkette wasn't floating on the battlefield laughing through her astral body. This laughter came from Hawky, who transmitted through on of his megaphone the laughter of Perona. She was watching the battle in the control room with her own body thanks to the bird-castle cameras and her own ghosts.
"What a relief...
Fred hasn't demoralized them to the point where my Negative Hollows don't affect them...
This makes things easier." Perona said, settling further into her large chair. "Now it's time to show the results of my training."
Seven new ghosts were generated from Perona's hands, but these were much larger, rounder, headier and above all more tangible than the Negative Hollow that she usually uses to depress the masses.
"Special Hollow!"
After several months of training Perona finally managed to create the Mini Hollows, the small, minimally tangible explosive ghosts that Perona used in Thriller Bark to hurt Ussop.
These Special Hollows were a giant version of that variety of hollow, which she also used against Usopp, although its explosion could never be seen since the Muguiwara's shooter absorbed the explosion with his Impact Dial (which we have never seen again).
Following Perona's orders the huge Special Hollows left Hawky's body through the main trapdoor and flew towards the depressed mafia bosses, who were impaled by a Negative Hollow to prevent them from leaving that depressing state.
As happened with Ussopp, three of those Special Hollows swallowed the three bosses and instead of exploding they flew them into Hawky, where they would be placed in cells already prepared, but without removing the Negative Hollow from inside as a precaution.
As for the rest of the Special Hollow...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!
They exploded resoundingly over the depressed bodyguards, causing an explosion so powerful that practically volatilized their bodies, only leaving a few limbs still half intact scattered around the crater.
"Horo-horo-horo-horo-horo!
Mission accomplished!
And without moving from my chair" Said Perona, extremely proud of her new powerup, although Fred made her work hard to achieve it. "I must be the most efficient fighter in the group."
After a few seconds there were only three types of filler gangsters left in this order.
The vast majority, those who had already died at the hands of wolves
In the second largest group, those who were fleeing for their lives
And finally, those who were still fighting for their lives despite not having much hope of surviving.
The last group was the least numerous and the one that had the most problems, but even so, many didn't lose sight of what had just happened to their bosses and colleagues.
"Father has been kidnapped, we have to do something!"
"DAMN! Take down that bird!"
"Is it just my imagination or does that bird have the same ability as Bege?"
The loyal idiots wanted to do something to rescue them, but unfortunately for them the most they could do was shoot Hawky
BANG! CLANCK! BANG! BANG! BANG! CLANCK!
The few shots that managed to hit its metallic plumage didn't even manage to tickle it, the bullets ricocheted just like they do with the mecha wolves.
Furthermore, just as there were loyal idiots who seemed to have a lot of time to worry about the plight of others, there were many fools who by now valued their lives more than anything else in this world.
Although they called coward to those who tried to escape a few seconds ago…
"IT'S OVER! RUN!"
"GET OUT OF THE MANSION! THERE'S NO VICTORY POSSIBLE!!"
"SCATTER! RUN AND CLIMB FOR YOUR LIVES!"
Seeing that they could do nothing against the wolves and that their bosses had been defeated and trapped, the absolute majority of the remaining gangsters began to climb the walls to escape from that mansion that had become a death trap.
They no longer cared about their pride, their companions, their bosses, their families taken hostage or the spikes on the top of the wall that would harm them when trying to jump over it. They just wanted to get out of there before being devoured.
Some succeeded, but...
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
All those who managed to set foot outside the mansion or tried to escape were destroyed by the impact or explosion of a cannonball.
A cannonball that came from the Falcon-castle named Hawky, who bombarded them from high altitude!
"KYAHHH!!"
One of the many reasons Perona didn't use her astral form in this battle was so she could operate the centralized control panel that Stephen had created inside Hawky. From there she could control all of Hawky's artillery from her seat and thus be able to shoot her enemies at the right time, as if she were playing a video game.
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
"TAKE THIS! TAKE THIS! TAKE THIS! AND THIIIISSSSSSSSSSS!!!
Horo-horo-horo-horo-horo!
I've been waiting for this moment for days!"
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
Stephen and Fred still didn't trust Perona's aim and self-control too much, so they had limited her to shooting only at those enemies that were far away from them, the summon's and also from THEIR mansion
These restrictions only allowed her to shoot the gangsters fleeing from the mansion ,but fortunately for Perona there were many of them thanks to Fred's performance and horde. Additionally, while she was shooting the deserters also was helping the wolves inside the mansion garden with her hollows.
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
"Horo-horo-horo-horo-horo!"
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
When Hawky is at his normal size he's unable to control his body's artillery at will. In this form he needs someone inside his body to operate it for him and Perona is the ideal candidate for that task.
From Hawky's comfortable and safe interior Perona could generate and command all the hollows she wanted as if they were unstoppable guided munitions. Those perfectly controlled Hollows also served as Perona's eyes, so the ghost princess wasn't limited to what she could see from inside Hawky and his den den mushi camera's.
She could perfectly interact with the outside even without sending her astral body!
The only drawback was that she couldn't talk directly to others, but she had the megaphone and den den mushis to compensate that inconvenience.
By not using her astral body she could help Hawky empty his stored ammo into their enemies and could even command Mini Hollows to take over the control panel on her behalf or perform other tasks inside her favorite falcon.
"KYAHHHH!!!"
But in the event that it wasn't necessary to be incognito and there was no evidence that the enemy had the means to effectively deal with giant beings, they had other options.
After all, having Persona do so many things at once isn't entirely efficient
"BIG HAWKY!
ATAAAACK!"
At times like these Hawky could completely assume control of his artillery and to do so he only had to become a gigantic flying fortress, showing the world what his impressive new body now looked like.
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
The massacre continued and at a faster pace now that Miss Perona could focus all her attention on her generation and control of Hollows and thus ensure that no enemy managed to escape to call for help. Although the risk was practically 0, even if someone had managed to avoid Perona and Hawky's big combo, Fred had prepared several traps and beasts ahead as a precaution.
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
"Hawky, we're the best team!"
"KYAAAHHH!!!"
BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM! BOOOOMMMM!
Additionally, there was one more reason why it was extremely convenient for Miss Perona not to use her astral form to be physically present on the battlefield.
"Well, let's see how the boys fight," Perona said, sitting this time in a more comfortable armchair in the living room while Hawky and her howllos were still creating depression and destruction. "If you do it right, I'll leave them some cheesecake.
Horo-horo-horo-horo-horo!"
The biggest advantage is that her physical body could eat sweets while enjoying the individual combats of her companions through the eyes of her hollows and tv
Exciting combats that had already begun!
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