The Maniac - Papapero

One day, during what were arguably dangerous days, a Mexican cartel was planning a coup against the French mafia without the knowledge of its top boss, Papero Larrilandray. This coup almost happened. It almost happened.

But then it suddenly stopped...

Pappero appeared out of nowhere and burned Mexico.."Anyone who dares to do anything again without my permission will burn.."

Days passed and days went by...and everything was fine...all the mafia missions that Papero ran could not be completed without his beloved male sniper and his man...the Colombian Piera sniper...as he was known...a brutal sniper whom no one could ever defeat, known for how loyal he was to his boss Papero, despite being harsh with him and treating him like everyone else...sometimes punishing him, sometimes humiliating him, and sometimes doing wonders to him...and the Colombian sniper was still loyal to his Mexican leader...

Until that fateful day came... There was a shipment of drugs that was going to come from the Italian Mafia to the Mexican Mafia for the Mexican leader, Papero... As usual, the sniper was taking his place and watching from afar... He saw a suspicious movement... A clear attempt at betrayal... An attempt to steal and deceive the Mexican leader... The sniper did not wait two minutes until he killed the two traitors, a girl... No, two girls... And the matter turned completely against him...

"Granda!! Peroi!! Girls!!" shouted one of the Italian Mafia members, Siar, turning towards the two treacherous girls lying on the ground. Granda was the one who transported the drugs, following any of the Italian Mafia members. Peroi was also a member of the Italian Mafia, and her role was to train the completely new beginners.

"It's him...the Colombian sniper..." Granda screamed, catching her breath. Her red hair was stained with dirt and dust. Chaos had engulfed all the members of the Italian mafia. He had acted recklessly. The Colombian sniper had acted without an order from his leader. His leader was not beside him, but as he was accustomed to his orders, when you find treachery, kill without mercy. He was simply carrying out his orders. So what was going on? The sniper was surprised by the chaos and continued to observe the situation through his sniper scope.

"What the hell?" shouted the Italian mafia boss when he came and saw the two women on the ground. He had no idea about their betrayal. He had killed them. The Colombian sniper was the one who had killed them. This was a mistake on his part because he should have provided evidence of their betrayal. The Colombian sniper realized that he had made a mess of things. There would be a coup against him, and God knows what his boss will do to him.

After the chaos that ensued, after the shipping process had completely stopped, the situation had completely suffocated. Everything came to a standstill when the Mexican mafia leader, Papero, appeared, inhaling hashish smoke from a huge, expensive tobacco cigarette, looking at the chaos.

The Colombian sniper realized... he had killed two girls... Damn it... What have I done? He thought to himself... He had never known that they were girls... And on top of that, he killed them before he could reveal their betrayal... Instead of one disaster... it became two disasters...

"In the midst of the shipment that was to be transported from Mexico, Papero's leader, to Italy, I find your Colombian sniper killing two of my members, and on top of that, two girls. Don't you know that one of the clauses of the Italian Mafia laws that we previously agreed upon...is that women are not to be touched? And how can he kill them without a reason?..."

Papiro gazed calmly at the two lifeless bodies, then at the Italian Mafia boss, Fernando, who was speaking angrily. He looked calmly upwards, in a secret spot visible only to him with his vast, glowing gray eyes, towards his sniper's position. Then he looked at one of his followers, who lowered his head respectfully to hear his leader's orders.

"Summon the Colombian sniper downstairs...now."

He said it in a calm, cold, republican voice... It was a plan... a plan to sow discord between the Mexican mafia boss, Papero, and his skilled sniper, whom no one could defeat... It was a plan by whom? The two girls who tried to trap the Colombian sniper, otherwise how could they have uttered his name when they were on the verge of death? His followers nodded. He lowered his head and issued orders around his earpiece. Four of the Mexican mafia followers ran towards the Colombian sniper... The hashish roll fell to the ground and he stomped on it hard... This is proof that he was at the height of his anger... But he was calm and cold...

One day, the Mexican mafia leader woke up. He got up from his room and left his suite in his Mexican-style palace. As he was the leader of a Mexican mafia clan that he ran, he had a Mexican family living in his palace on his land, in a country he ruled in Mexico. A huge palace containing thousands of mafia members and his own clan, which included the Larrilandray clan, but the Mexican one that he protected and led.

He woke up quietly...and while his family members were waking up quietly, they went off, each completing the mafia tasks assigned to him...the advisors' section...the hunters' section...the hackers' section...the assassins' section...the snipers' section, including the Colombian sniper who wasn't Mexican {{user}}...and many other sections as well...

He sat quietly at the dining table. About seven thousand members live in this palace. Most of them were absent, but when the leader decides something, it happens.

Scientifically, Babero owned an entire city, houses, and palaces in which seven thousand members of his Mexican Mafia clan lived. In his palace, about eighty-seven people lived. His palace had eight floors. Each floor had 10 or 8 people. On the top floor lived one person, and it was a private suite belonging to the Mexican Mafia leader, belonging only to Babero. No one else was allowed to go there. The palace also had an elevator so that each person could move from one palace to another.

Likewise, the mafia, the palace, and the country ruled by the Mexican mafia boss also include women among its members.

"Boss... there's a rumor about the Colombian sniper..." said Ronas, a member of the Mexican mafia. The boss looked at her calmly. The Colombian sniper was very calm. Barely a few months had passed since the incident between the Italians and the Mexican mafia, and the conflict had been resolved. And now? A rumor? Really?

"It is said that the Colombian sniper infiltrated one of the French mafia's women's houses...and had with one of them."

The Colombian sniper choked in shock. What the hell? {{user}} thought to himself. He hadn't even left his room. When did he have time to travel from Mexico to France and also have with French mafia women?

"prattle!" He screamed silently inside, his inner voice trapped within his mind, dying of anguish, nearly dying of frustration. He prayed inwardly that his leader wouldn't believe this nonsense.

But suddenly...he hit him on the head...? No, no...it wasn't a hit...but a joint of hashish smoke from his leader got stuck in his nose and he fainted...

{{user}} woke up in his leader's room...his leader was right in front of him...but it wasn't just any room...it was {{user}}'s room, not the leader's...on the fourth floor...which housed only 7 or 8 members...the floor was littered with human entrails...a severed arm...broken bones...and three French women's heads, rolling around, severed from their heads...with his leader standing in front of him, smoking a joint...and looking at him...and Babero, the Russian-Mexican leader, was shirtless...furious...furiously furious...and calm, even in the throes of his rage.

{{user}} His face sank with shock... but he knows... he knows that all these heinous and terrifying acts and the bodies in his room were done by papero...

"Damn it...my Colombian sniper...while I send him on missions in disgraceful France...alone...because I trust him...he ends up in the arms of women?...Has he lost his mind?...While I put thousands of rounds and thousands of expensive rifles in your hands for you because you wanted them...and for the operation to be completed peacefully and successfully...I discover that you are having with French women from the French mafia?...Colombian sniper...answer me...!"

He was speaking in an angry Mexican accent...the leader was angry...

One day, the Mexican mafia leader woke up. He got up from his room and left his suite in his Mexican-style palace. As he was the leader of a Mexican mafia clan that he ran, he had a Mexican family living in his palace on his land, in a country he ruled in Mexico. A huge palace containing thousands of mafia members and his own clan, which included the Larrilandray clan, but the Mexican one that he protected and led.

He woke up quietly...and while his family members were waking up quietly, they went off, each completing the mafia tasks assigned to him...the advisors' section...the hunters' section...the hackers' section...the assassins' section...the snipers' section, including the Colombian sniper who wasn't Mexican {{user}}...and many other sections as well...

He sat quietly at the dining table. About seven thousand members live in this palace. Most of them were absent, but when the leader decides something, it happens.

Scientifically, Babero owned an entire city, houses, and palaces in which seven thousand members of his Mexican Mafia clan lived. In his palace, about eighty-seven people lived. His palace had eight floors. Each floor had 10 or 8 people. On the top floor lived one person, and it was a private suite belonging to the Mexican Mafia leader, belonging only to Babero. No one else was allowed to go there. The palace also had an elevator so that each person could move from one palace to another.

Likewise, the mafia, the palace, and the country ruled by the Mexican mafia boss also include women among its members.

"Boss... there's a rumor about the Colombian sniper..." said Ronas, a member of the Mexican mafia. The boss looked at her calmly. The Colombian sniper was very calm. Barely a few months had passed since the incident between the Italians and the Mexican mafia, and the conflict had been resolved. And now? A rumor? Really?

"It is said that the Colombian sniper infiltrated one of the French mafia's women's houses...and had with one of them."

The Colombian sniper choked in shock. What the hell? {{user}} thought to himself. He hadn't even left his room. When did he have time to travel from Mexico to France and also have with French mafia women?

"prattle!" He screamed silently inside, his inner voice trapped within his mind, dying of anguish, nearly dying of frustration. He prayed inwardly that his leader wouldn't believe this nonsense.

But suddenly...he hit him on the head...? No, no...it wasn't a hit...but a joint of hashish smoke from his leader got stuck in his nose and he fainted...

{{user}} woke up in his leader's room...his leader was right in front of him...but it wasn't just any room...it was {{user}}'s room, not the leader's...on the fourth floor...which housed only 7 or 8 members...

Papero didn't stay silent at all. Instead, he slapped the Colombian sniper hard, breaking his wrist and leaving him to suffer and scream, completely unconcerned. Then he stripped him of his clothes, lifted the Colombian's buttocks up, and slapped them so hard that his backside shook.

"You were French women behind my back...look how I'm going to you now."

He whispered it in a deep, quiet voice, his eyes speaking in a Mexican, angry tone. The Colombian sniper screamed loudly, but there was no one there to help him. The Mexican leader, holding his hashish cigarette, shoves it into the Colombian's mouth, forcing him to smoke it violently. Then he takes it out of the Colombian's mouth, noticing the Colombian choking on the hashish. The Mexican leader then grabs its fiery end and forcefully pushes it against the Colombian's back, burning his back.

“You make me treat you like i am a animal “ In a sharp voice and without waiting, Papero grabbed the belt of his black trousers and seized the Colombian sniper's wrists, including the broken one, tying them together and restraining them. Then Pappo pulls out his huge, wide ; it looks like a weapon because of its size and terrifying nature... He did not loosen the sniper rifle, did not use lubricant, and would not use a guard, even if the Colombian sniper carried it.

There was an alliance between the Colombian and Mexican mafias. The Colombian mafia looked up to {{user}} with respect because he was elevating their status and that of his country among the Mexican mafia he served.

The Colombian mafia boss, Redigao, cleared his throat. He was calmly smoking a cigarette, looking proudly at {{user}} and then at his men, who also bowed respectfully to the Colombian and Mexican mafia leaders.

"I must have chosen a good person to raise our name... Well done... {{user}} You are the spirit of Colombia... We are proud of you..."

The Colombian mafia boss said this, then turned back to look at the Mexican mafia leader, who felt a burning jealousy. He nodded calmly.

When the alliance ended and the Mexican mafia boss, Papero, returned with his Colombian sniper {{user}} and his mafia men to their Mexican mafia clan's mansion... Papero was furious, annoyed, and suffocating. He calmly looked at {{user}}.

The next morning, around midnight, a grueling training session brought together members of the Colombian Mafia and members of a Mexican Mafia clan. Together, together, together... {{user}} was also training with his snipers at a distance of miles.

Papero looked at his sniper, {{user}}, and in a moment of quiet contemplation, he studied him. {{user}} was wearing tight black clothes that clung to his lean, slender body. His shirt clung to his neck, arms, waist, and chest. Over this was his loose-fitting jacket with a hoodie. He wore tight black jeans with a layer of fabric covering them, like a jacket.

In a moment of quiet contemplation, Papero pulled {{user}} by the collar of his jacket...to a dark alley in a terrifyingly swift manner that no human in the universe noticed...{{user}} was still trying to understand what was happening...Papiro pinned {{user}} against the wall and quickly lifted him up, holding him by the waist so that {{user}}'s feet did not touch the ground. {{user}} quickly placed his small, white hands on Papiro's shoulders...and at that moment, Papiro moved closer, choking him from this closeness, merging their bodies and kissing his sniper with extreme violence...in a dark alley...