Recently, many apartment blocks have been built in Sydney. In one of those newly constructed buildings, undamaged by the passage of time, a twenty-year-old man sat in a rented apartment on the top floor, tall and thin, with a serious expression, tattooed on his right arm, with black hair on a gel. His appearance immediately said he was arrogant. The apartment where he was now is living with friends who belong to his Scorpions mafia. The apartment is very well secured by the latest security systems. He was very careful in this respect, which was a welcome trait in his profession. It was 5pm, Matthew "Evil" Black, one of his men, who is his best friend, should have come to the apartment any minute. Nathan Collins, because that was his name, took out a cigarette and lit it with relish. He puffed a few times, then heard a knock on the door.

Come in - he shouted, and after a while in the room in which he was sitting, the friend he was expecting appeared.

hello - they gave each other a high five.

Hi. Sit down and say what's going on.

Among the friends he worked with Nathan Collins was nicknamed "The Devil". He thought it sounded better, more ominous. Plus, it was safer to handle the changed personalities. The new buddy sat down in the chair opposite the table where Nathan Collins was sitting.

Well, there is a problem - said Math - the police announced that from now on there will be no fuss, and the commander has no intention of stop pursuing everyone who belongs to the mafia. They started chasing our people like dogs and shut down our dealer and plug, Dragon. They say they have something on him, no matter what, and that they won't get away with it now.

Motherfuckers. What do they mean? What do they dislike? Are they not interested in common criminals or what? Nath asked.

No, it's not about ordinary criminals, our commander won't let it go. The point is, they're afraid. Someone walks around town with a gun and shoots people for no reason. There are reportedly seven victims who have nothing to do with our interests, and the worst thing is that one of these victims was a policeman. Nobody important, some ordinary constable, but it blew the truncheon. The commander says he can't take any chances and wants to increase patrols in the city.

We? I guarantee you we have nothing to do with it. Nobody has died from our hand for quite a long time, and I would not touch a policeman. I have too much to lose to mess with this shit. We didn't - Nathan's voice was composed and calm, even though the news from his friend was disturbing.

"I guess you didn't order to do anything like that, but the police think it's our business." Everything bad that happens here is associated with our activities.

"Okay, thank you for the information," said Nath thoughtfully, handing his friend a bundle of 100-dollar bills, "I'll deal with this problem somehow." You can go.

Math left the apartment and Nathan called his other friends. They were some of the best informers and hackers, "trackers" working for him. He called them both to the rented apartment, told them to be there in an hour. While he waited, he lit another pipe and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

After less than an hour, the expected buddies arrived. They showed that they were satisfied with the summons. One was named Ethan Sakamoto, he was mainly Asian, the other was Kate black sister matha, she had long brown hair. They greeted their boss as required by mafia etiquette, then sat down at the table.

Have you heard about the murders recently committed in our city?

Yes. We assume the victims were people who somehow got under your skin… ”Ethan smiled. Nath returned the ironic smile then said:

Well, no, I have nothing to do with these people. I have no idea who killed them, but I'd like to know. That is why I have called you. In a word, I would like to ask you to find this murderer and bring him to me. I suppose it works on its own, because no "organization" would leave dead bodies on the street, but if we are dealing with some "organization" then we will have a problem. Of course, every problem can be solved, "he smiled again, then added," but that's not your concern anymore.

Nathan Collins did not like to call his own or any other criminal group the mafia, so he usually referred to them as organization.

"We'll do whatever it takes," they offered gladly.

"This bad man must be tracked down for now." So get going.

It will not be easy because we have no starting point, but we will do our best.

I'm counting on you, it will pay off for sure.

Kate and Ethan left the apartment and Nathan called his chauffeur and poured himself another batch of whiskey. While he waited, he drank it rather quickly, then went downstairs and got into the black Mercedes that had just been parked under the block. He ordered the chauffeur to take him to his real base.

Kate and Ethan didn't know for a few days how to go about finding the murderer. They analyzed all the facts they knew and were able to deduce a few things that might have been helpful. Well, first of all, all the victims were killed at night, when the streets were empty and these people happened to be wandering around them alone. Second, most of the victims were young people and were all male. Third and most importantly, six of the seven killed were murdered in the district of ***, so it was reasonable to assume that another young man would also fall victim to that district. Ethan and Kate hypothesized that the killer was attacking these people only to rob them. These were not any deliberate murders, just some psychopath attacked people with a gun and shot them straight in the head, leaving the corpses on the street, not even cleaning up after himself. Ethan also found out that no wallets, phones or anything of value were ever found with the bodies left behind. So they must have been robbery murders.

There were a lot of policemen all over Sydney now, most of course in the middle of the city, they also found out that here the most casualties had been killed. They walked around helplessly, not knowing how to go about looking for a criminal. They stopped people in the street and searched them in the hope of finding a gun with which they shot the victims. The searches only resulted in the arrest of many people with drugs, but that was not the point. However, Nathan did not use these searches, as a large proportion of the people arrested by the police for drug possession belonged to dealerships working for him. So he urged Ethan and Kate to rush the search a little. They had already found the starting point, now they were talking to young guys hanging around the city at night. They gave them a phone number and told them to call them if someone tried to attack them or if they saw someone else being attacked. They promised a big reward for helping to catch the killer. This method proved to be more effective than the police, as after less than a week, the killer was captured by Kate and Ethan, and the police initially did not even know about it and continued their own search.

Nathan and three town boys in their twenties made an appointment for the evening meeting outside the block. They bought a case of beer, as always for such meetings, and sat on a bench near the playground. They drank, talked loudly, laughed. The party was successful. At two in the morning, when they were drunk, Nath staggered past the block. He began to sing when suddenly he felt something cold and hard against his temple.

Give me the money and the phone of the dung, or I'll kill like a dog, - a man in a hood hissed in his ear, who crept up to him unnoticed. At first, the boy did not think that it might be the murderer that was so loud lately.

"**** off," he growled at the attacker and began to prepare for the fight, but noticed that he had a gun to his head.

-Stay still or you'll be after you.

Nath had to keep cool if he wanted to live. Suddenly, the attacker hit Nathan on the head and escorted him to the car and the tires screeched away.

Next day

"Something happened to Nathan, he is nowhere to be found." Until we find out what's happening to him, I'm taking the reins, ”Sister Natha said.

Did he have a hard time with anyone? Someone might have taken it away? Or maybe he just drank too much at the meeting yesterday and is still sleeping? Although it's not his style ...

Yeah, you drove him from the meeting yesterday. You saw him last, 'said Math to the shofer.

Shofer was slightly worried, thought no one knew that he was driving his boss away from the meeting yesterday.

Well, yes ... I took him home and left him there ... Then I did not see him - The driver tried to speak confidently, but it did not quite work out.

So you don't know what might have happened to him? Ethan asked.

I have no idea - said the driver - leave me alone. Instead of fucking you better go looking for him. Ride!

The friends broke up, but they were a little surprised by Shofer's behavior. Math decided to inform Jackson (Nathan's cousin) about the incident. Even though he was told that he could only call this number in truly exceptional circumstances, he dialed it and said:

"Hi Jackson, sorry to bother you, but something strange has happened." Nathan, he's gone somewhere. We had an appointment with him and he didn't come, Shofer Bain came instead and told us that he was taking his place now. It seemed a bit strange to me, because he was taking him home last night, and when we asked him about it, it was kind of… strange. As if embarrassed. I just wanted to warn you and ask what we should do, listen to Bain until Nathan is found, or can he make someone else his deputy?

Jackson thought for a moment, then replied:

"For now, listen to him, but keep me informed of his movements." And tomorrow I will meet him and find out what's going on.

"Okay," said Math, then ended the call.

Jackson was also a bit concerned about the situation, especially as he knew Bain's character and knew he was capable of anything. He thought to himself that although he was a good killer, it might be a mistake to hire him. If only he didn't get into trouble.