Guerrero Supremo No. 1 の小説・ストーリー

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

Amongst the nine of them, none were named Fane and he wanted him to guess higher? “No way? Could there be a tenth God of War? You weren’t made public?” Ruben frowned and he knew that he would be dead soon since Fane would never let him go. However, he wanted to know who exactly was this brat. Suddenly he had a eureka moment as he gasped and said, “You, you’re the Supreme Warrior! Yes, that has to be it, the Supreme Warrior was originally planned to be made public but was canceled at the very last minute. Therefore, the identity of the Supreme Warrior had become a mystery!”

Garth Santos was flustered as well. Although he was almost 60 years old, when he heard that voice, he still immediately put the receiver to his ear and said respectfully, “Supreme Williams, what are your orders?” Phew! After saying this, Garth gasped inwardly. The supreme! Although Supreme Williams was only 40, his accomplishments and feats were already enough to shake the world—past and present! No one could rock his title as the first supreme in the territory!

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

“Yeah!” The leader was a short and stocky man called Pardo. He had a leopard's head tattooed on his left arm and a phone lay smashed at his feet. He roared fiercely, "If you don't have money, sign the damned contract! Give us your house as collateral, or I'll stuff you in a sack and feed you to the fish!”

Alexander once said that if a high-grade soldier was armed with weapons that were created from high-grade exotics would be invincible. He was not wrong as this was proven countless times in battles and wars involving countries and organizations. The big 5 used their High-Grade Warriors in the Supremacy War to dominate. This was the main reason why they became winners within the war. Soldiers that had their breakthroughs would be categorized as high-grade warriors, while their normal counterparts were categorized as low-grade warriors or just normal soldiers. The Supremacy War was 50 years ago, this solidified the hierarchy between the soldiers.