The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 579: Edjiot

[Gigante Square]

Fear hung in the air, and a thick silence cemented the dread creeping into everybody’s chests. Men had to watch the mercenaries drag some of them away—especially the elderly who couldn’t physically comply with being told to "hurry."

"Better fix how you look at me, boy," one of the mercenaries warned the men, who were obviously glaring at them fiercely. "I can shoot you down right here and now."

"Move!" another mercenary’s voice echoed, sharp and threatening. "Go! Stop stalling!"

The mercenary pushed the elderly woman, almost making her slide forward onto the ground. Fortunately, one of the residents was quick to react and caught her.

"She’s old," the man muttered. "I’ll help her." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The mercenary clicked his tongue and then tipped his head, allowing the man to assist the elderly woman so they could begin moving.

These mercenaries left behind had one order to fulfill before leaving the town. That was to end every man and elderly person in Gigante. They could’ve easily done it in the square, but with so many people, carrying it out there would be more troublesome.

After all, they couldn’t just leave bodies rotting around and pollute the already polluted air of the territory.

As for the women and children, they still had their uses. Besides, women were naturally weaker than men. So even if they were kept alive, there wasn’t much they could do. And it was easier to manipulate the children and train them from a young age.

"Go! Keep this line!" one of the mercenaries roared, his voice echoing through the air.

He stood to the side, watching as the men and elderly of Gigante formed a line while following some of the mercenaries to the place where they would take their last breath.

Meanwhile, the boss and the lackey—the two of Lola’s hostages—stayed quiet. The lackey was even assisting an elderly man, copying what others were doing to blend in perfectly. As for the boss, he kept his head hung low.

The two of them weren’t kind people. In fact, they were not good people at all.

Under different circumstances, they would be the ones doing wicked things. Well, they wouldn’t participate in a massacre, but they would do anything to survive in this territory. But like Lola said, they weren’t qualified enough, and the best they could do was play pretend.

Perhaps they just weren’t cut out to play the big villain roles. Because, despite their hardened hearts and rotten souls, this situation unsettled them. Not that they didn’t know things like this happened in this land.

They had heard about it far too many times, but this was the first time they were about to witness the dreadful massacre of a town.

"Boss," the lackey whispered, snapping the boss out of his thoughts. He looked around nervously, leaning closer as he continued, "What are we going to do?"

As the question rolled off his tongue, the lackey and the boss caught a few men glancing in their direction. The lackey pressed his lips into a thin line, unsure whether being heard by the townsfolk was a good thing.

After all, Lola had told them one thing: rescue the residents.

And since they were here with these men—and Lola was with the women—they automatically had to take responsibility for this crowd.

But how?

The boss’s face grimmed at the thought, realizing he didn’t have an answer either. This group was large—not just ten or twenty people. These were the men and elderly from the entire town. Even with Gigante’s small population, there were at least fifty people in this line.

And there were only two of them.

"..." The boss’s eyes lit up briefly as he slowly gazed at the men marching to their graves and then at the mercenaries on either side of them.

The lackey studied him. "Boss?"

"Hey!" Suddenly, one of the mercenaries shouted, eyes locking onto the lackey and the boss. "What are you two whispering about, huh?!"

The mercenary marched toward them, hand on his rifle just in case.

"Heh." The boss forced a smile. "Boss, he’s just asking me to help him with the old folks."

"Keep your distance from each other!" the mercenary shouted, moving his muzzle between the men. "And stop talking. If I catch you again, one of you will have to carry the other."

Both the lackey and the boss lowered their heads, murmuring apologies. The mercenary huffed, watching them continue their march before turning away to check on the others.

Once the mercenary was distracted, the boss turned to the lackey.

"I think I know what to do," he said, keeping his voice slightly louder so the men around them could hear. "They’re going to kill every one of us here. Their only advantage is those guns."

The boss drew a deep breath, but before he could think it through, he blurted out,

"I’ll try to snatch one away."

His breath hitched as realization struck him. That wasn’t what he planned to say. Playing hero was never his forte—being the villain was. Even though he was terrible at that too.

He winced at the thought, but it was already out. Everyone was looking at him now. He had to save face.

"Once I do that, everyone else should rush and seize him," he continued, snapping his eyes at the lackey. "Then you jump in too."

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"But—" Before the lackey could protest, the boss aggressively grabbed him by the nape and pulled him closer.

"You’re going to do it," the boss warned. "You’re a genius. You got this, aight?"

The lackey blinked. The boss had never praised him. In fact, everyone called him Ed—short for Edjiot.

"You hear me?" the boss repeated under his breath.

The lackey nodded profusely. "Ye — yes?"

"Good."

The boss released him and glanced at the mercenaries, who didn’t seem to notice them. Then he shifted his attention to the other men, who were quietly watching them and exchanging glances.

"When are we going to do it?" the lackey suddenly asked, snapping the boss out of his thoughts.

That simple question made the boss pause. He had no idea when the perfect timing would be.

But just as he was thinking about it, a loud bang echoed from the distance.

The entire line froze. Heads—both residents and mercenaries—turned toward the sound.

"Everyone, I’m here!"