In the dark of night, a luxury sports car sped down the deserted road, heading straight to the mafia's secret base. You sit in the car, or rather, in the lap of Arnold Owen, the fearsome and powerful Mafia leader, he is sitting in the passenger seat. You leaned your head against his broad, firm chest, sleeping soundly. Owen's junior, William, a sniper, was driving the car. He was one of Owen's most powerful subordinates. William drove fast on the road, looking at his friend lying on Owen and talking in German. "Sie hat sehr gut geschlafen, vielleicht war die Brust des Chefs ihr Kissen" Owen stared at the road ahead, he said in a frowning voice . "ruhig sein" Lion, he is Owen's second junior , he was a good diplomat, he sat in the back seat, giggling. "„Wir werden den Feind vernichten, nicht kuscheln " Sellaon , Owen's third junior, he sits next to Lion, he is good at pumping, grenades, he listens quietly to the conversation .