[Warning... Hostile presence discovered]

[Possible actions displayed]

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This isn't good. It appears like the person that has a crippling disadvantage would be me. Taking this into account, my gaze flickered rapidly around my surroundings. Taking my surroundings into account, I had to play it smart.

The goon with the machete still glaring at me menacingly was deliberately taking his time to advance towards me. Biting the bullet, my inventory flashed and my appeared in my hand too, this caught the two goons by surprised.

From the looks they were giving, they expected me to be unarmed. What a fool.

Still dazed by the glare of the light emitted as my weapon was drawn, even for a split second; an opportunity that was too good to pass off was presented on a silver platter. Dashing towards the goon with the machete, I swung the blunt weapon in an overhead arc. The blunt weapon collided with the goon's head. This, however, was not enough to incapacitate him.

The first goon staggered backward, falling onto his buttocks... the blunt trauma was enough to stun him for a couple of seconds. Witnessing this spectacle, the second goon was slack-jawed. What the hell just happened?

The second good, still holding the concealed blade, bum-rushed me. Swinging the blade haphazardly, this type of opponent was the most troublesome to deal with. Although this made him undoubtedly vulnerable, I was not moronic enough to stoop to his pace.

Slightly retreating, this caused the second goon to stumble as he rushed at me with full force. This being the case, he had employed too much force onto his front foot... this was good for me. Now he was not able to change his direction of motion easily due to the inertia of his force.

Sidestepping to the left as I retreated with my leg slightly protruding out, it caused the goon to over-reach himself. As he turned his head to face me, his body could not withstand the inertia causing him to continue moving forward. Furthermore, he tripped on my foot.

All of this happened in an instant. Because of him swinging foolishly, he tripped in an awful position. What a poor sod, really.

Still twitching on the floor, his bandana now dyed red because of the blood that was flowing from his neck. Oh well. Kicking him over, belly up... it was pretty evident that he had impaled himself in the neck thanks to his awkward positioning as he fell. He must not have gripped the blade properly or learned how to cushion his fall appropriately.

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Oh? Looking at him heaving up and down, he might just be alive?

Sneering, I used my and decked the knife that was still stuck midway in his windpipe. His eyes bulged out, coughing out a fit. The knife was further lodged into his throat, him heaving even further... as if gasping for air.

How amusing.

Walking towards the hapless lamb, it was as if the grim reaper was approaching to collect his soul. The look of despair in his eyes was exhilarating. Stepping on the blade that was still protruding out, I exerted more force so that it was further buried into his throat. After his measly attempts to resist, his eyes turned glassy... staring back at me.

His life was snuffed out, just in the matter of mere minutes.

His lifeless body now unmoving,

[Target subdued...]

[Analayzing body... 90%]

[Opponent pronounced dead..]

[Host will be able to collect the rewards after defeating all potential threats in a 10-meter radius...]

Suddenly, a sour stench assaulted my nostrils. It wasn't the smell of blood, as blood had a distinct smell that was very familiar to me... the smell of iron and a hint of saltiness.  

When I cocked my head, something well... unexpected happened... or not. Being greeted with such a miserable display, disgust was clearly evident on my face at this moment. The snapback goon was just gaping at his fallen comrade with apprehension clearly written all over. His sagging jeans had a yellow~ish stain that went from his groin up all the way down to his feet.

Below him, was a puddle of yellow... substance. Staring at him with indignation... I could only reply with a tinge of exasperation.

"And how the fuck do you expect me to loot your dead body when it's covered with god damn piss?"... Pondering about it more only increased my displeasure.

Dislodging the blade stuck into the now-dead goon, in a fit of rage, I lobbed the blade into the other guy chest. He yelped in anguish "ARRRGH. NO, PLEASE"

"Alright, now open your mouth and bite onto the curb." Still staring at me fearfully, he relented and did it without protest.

"Atta boy, now... be a good boy and answer with only yes or no, and don't close your mouth, do you understand?" As he tried to answer me with his mouth still opened, I curb stomped him with utmost force. His face jaw now broken, it was clearly dislocated... his teeth.. well, let's just say it wasn't a pretty sight to behold.

As the blade was still embedded into his chest, it was quickly taken out. Inspecting the blade, it was surprisingly still in decent condition. It has not lost its sharpness, I think?

Well... there's only one way to test it out.

Grabbing him by the tuft of his hair, I slit his throat. It cut like butter, should I give him the honor of having the first Columbian necktie done by yours truly?

Nah.

His throat now having a large opening, there were blood bubbles being released from it. Was the fool still trying to breathe? Oh well. The blade wasn't good enough to behade him in quick succession, but it was good enough to slit his throat with ease. 

Shall I keep this knife... it would really come in handy if I need to make an example out of someone.

[Both Enemies Pronounced dead...]

[Congratulations host...]

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Level Up! +1

+200 credits

+3 Skill points

Unallocated SP-> 3