1 Death
He was the youngest CEO ever. At eighteen years old, he could speak thirteen languages, play multiple instruments and get himself a company that was worth billions. He became leader of the Underworld, and could hack his way into anything. He was voted 'Handsomest man of the year' for 5 years in a row. He was also a criminal. He had thirty nations after him. And his name?
He didn't have one.
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He was standing on a balcony, breathing in the cool night air. He was about to light another cigarette.
"BOSS, police squad coming!!!" A blond man says, bursting in to his room.
"What did I say about coming into my room without my permission, Jonas?"
"But boss, the squad..." Jonas said.
"Deal with them the usual way."
"There are all thirty police squads here!!!"
"Even the Americans?"
"Y-yes." Jonas stuttered.
"This might become interesting." He whispered to himself, and abandoned his unlit cigarette.
"B-boss, what do we do?"
He walks around Jonas and out of the room just as a team of men burst into his room, holding guns. He backs away slowly from the door.
He smiles disarmingly at the cops.
"Hey, you better be careful where you point those things." He says, his hands in the air, and backing away slowly to the balcony.
Jonas, with his hands also in the air, "Are we just going to jail, Boss?"
"Of course not, idiot. I'd rather die than escape jail again. Too much work," He says, smiling.
"Will we die, then?" Jonas asks.
"STOP MOVING, CRIMINALS!!!"
"NOW!!!" He yells, as both him and Jonas jump off the balcony, and into the forest below. When they landed, they ran far away from the house.
"Surround them!!!" The leaders shouted at their men.
"YESSIR!!"
Jonas and his boss ran through the forest.
"Hey, Jonas, do you believe in reincarnation?"
"No, sir."
"What about transmigration?"
"No, sir."
"Well, we should start believing because I don't want to die here."
"...Alright, sir."
They had reached the end of the forest, and ended up in a large field.
"There's nowhere to hide." Jonas said, worried.
"Well, than, looks like I'm dying in a field. Do you want to join me…. Or finally get a wife and kids?"
Jonas looked mortified.
"B-boss, how could you say that? I would never abandon you!!!"
He smirked.
"Let's be killed together, then." He says.
"Alright boss!!!" Jonas said giddily.
The police surrounded them, all in different uniforms and different countries.
"Surrender." The leaders said, in different languages.
Jonas reached for his gun, and aimed at one of the leaders.
"Surrender, or die." The Russian leader snarled.
"I'd much rather choose neither." He said.
""Death it is, than?" The Russian Leader said, shooting his gun at Jonas and his boss.
"Wait, that wasn't the plan!!!" The American leader said, but it was too late. The world's greatest prodigy and his most loyal subordinate had died a disappointing death.
