Gangster System: I Will Become The Greatest Gangster!

Jumping up, my head was pounding and my entire body was aching and in excruciating pain, as I exclaim, "Where am I?!"

Blinking frantically, trying to clear my blurry vision, I was seeing stars as I looked around me and tried to calm down and remember everything that had happened leading up to that point.

I seemed to be laying on someone's sofa, then looking at either side of me, there were two pretty women that I didn't recognise, who were standing very closely, looking over my body.

Admiring their beauty, I couldn't help but think, 'Are these two models?'

The one to my left had short wavy brown hair that came down to her shoulders, and matched with her hazel eyes, giant assets, and seductive lips, she had a very alluring appearance.

As for the other, she had long blonde hair and mesmerising green eyes, and was slightly taller than the brown-haired woman, wearing glasses and having a more elegant appearance that was equally attractive.

On my left, I had a voluptuous beauty and on my right, a foreign enchantress.

I fell silent as I appreciated their looks, which they clearly noticed and caused them to become slightly embarrassed.

Then looking down, and realising that I was shirtless and covered in bandages, they became even more flustered as they couldn't help but look away.

I have a chiseled abdomen, a well-trained chest and overall am in great shape.

Which I am sure they got a good enough look at while I was unconscious, as I began to recall the last things I could remember before losing consciousness.

"I was trying to get away then..."

"Then I saved you, dumbass," scolded the woman on my left, who appeared to have a fiery character.

Looking at her face more closely, trying to gauge why she felt familiar, then looking at her large chest that was inches away from my face, she blushed as she backed away.

"Oh, now I recognise you," I said as it all started coming back to me.

She was the cop that had fought the Black Hand Gang alongside me, and I would remember those enormous breasts even if I got Alzheimer's.

Despite being barely conscious at that moment and the whole thing being an accident, how could I not remember laying my hands on those magnificent peaks?

I hadn't recognised her straight away since I hadn't gotten a good look at her face and had a hazy recollection of what had happened the day before.

But I never expected the crazy cop lady to be so pretty, as I gave her a teasing smile.

"Hey! Asshole," she yelled as she punched my arm.

"Ah! Fuck," I exclaim from the sharp pain.

She hadn't even hit me that hard, but I had been shot through that shoulder, and even moving my arm caused me great pain.

"Angela! What are you doing?" scolded the other woman sternly as she glared at her and came over to my side, checking on my shoulder wound.

She seemed to be very skilled as she unwrapped my bandage and cleaned my gunshot wound carefully, before wrapping it back up gently.

Despite her skill, it was still painful as I winced and struggled to hide the pain I was in.

Laughing at me, the cop lady, Angela, mocked, "Where did all your bravery go?"

"Oh, shut up. If it wasn't for me, you would be dead."

"Same to you."

Glaring at each other, we were like a cat and dog, but I couldn't deny that if she hadn't found me when I had lost consciousness, I probably would have died.

"I guess we're even," I say as I go to get up, wanting to leave and get back to my mother.

"Are you insane?! Your recovery speed is incredible, and almost supernatural, but it has only been three days since you got shot and slashed many times. Do you want to die?!" yelled the woman that tended to my bandages.

I couldn't help but smile when she complimented my recovery speed, and it was something I was very proud of from a young age, always being able to get back up.

However, how long had passed?!