Red Serpents Hideout | Monday | 1:21 PM
After the meeting in Plaza Park. . .
“So… I heard you… made a deal with the East Green?”
“Yeah…”
“You talked with… the Negotiator… and in person…?”
“Yep.”
“And you told him to his boss… that you’ll be waiting for their answer within this week?”
“I wasn’t able to ask for his number, and I don’t have a phone so… yeah.” He shrugged before staring at the man in front of him then realizing something… “I should have bought a phone shouldn't I?”
“That's not the-! Arggghhh...!” The Boss man grumbled as he facepalmed.
“Sooo… We’re technically fucked aren't we?” Thug #1 commented with a deadpanned expression on his face.
“Technically…? But there's a chance we aren't.” Thug #3 gave his two cents.
“This is the East Green we are dealing with, not some other gangs!” Thug #2 exclaimed. “There is no doubt we are going to get fucked!”
The thugs argued and argued before David clapped his hands loudly. “Alright, shut your mouths. We’ll get through this.”
“How in all the fucking HELLS are we going to do that, David!?” Thug #9 shouted.
“That's because it's technically not our mess, but his,” The right-hand man of the Red Serpents pointed at Jason, sitting on the couch lazily.
“Ain't it obvious? I mean, I’m not part of your group, just a hired man.”
“THAT IS THE PROBLEM!” Thug #1 shouted. “You literally forced Boss here to hire your dumbass, which means unless you are ‘part’ of us if not hired into our gang!”
“...Couldn’t you just remove me from the deal then?” Jason tilted his head.
“””YOU’RE THE ONE WHO MADE THE DEAL, DUMBASS!!!””” Almost everyone but the Boss and David shouted at Jason.
“Don't you have any other way of contacting them?” Boss gritted his teeth in frustration and desperation.
“Does asking a number from one of them to contact the Negotiator count?” Jason sheepishly scratched the back of his head.
“”Are you stupid or something?”” Boss and David deadpanned.
“Nope! I’m an idiot!” With a hint of pride the moment he said those words.
“”””THAT'S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!!””””
“But seriously, what is your plan in having an alliance with the East Green? Being alone and such? If anyone knows about this, we’ll have enemies on all fronts!” David said.
“Which is why I mentioned none of you but me didn’t I?” He raised a questioning brow. “So you guys are safe.”
“For now that is!” Thug #4 responded. “We don’t even know when they will know about it!”
“Then don’t think about it dumbass!” Thug #2 snarked at his comrade.
“What the fuck did you just call me!?”
“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Boss shouted at the top of his lungs, the room shook from the intensity of his voice. “And you,” Pointing at Jason. “Please for the love of God, you have a plan for this?”
“Hmmmm…” The Player made a thinking pose, thinking so hard that everyone went quiet in anticipation for his next outrageous words…
“I’ll improvise next time we meet.”
Everyone faceplanted onto the ground unceremoniously.
“We’re gonna fucking die because of an idiot…” Thug #4 drawled grimly.
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Somewhere in the Green East Turf | Saturday | 2:39 PM
“So,” said a smooth sounding female voice, sitting behind a lavish-looking desk. “Have you found anything?”
“No, there’s nothing.” The man shook his head.
The woman narrowed her eyes, glaring at the man. “…Are you sure?”
“Checked three times, there are no records on the man. It's like he just existed not too long ago.” The man confirmed.
The woman seemed to look over the papers. “That is impossible…”
“Ma’am, do we still continue?”
The woman thought about it for a minute before replying to her decision: “Yes, we’ll state our decision to… him.” Pointing at the picture of the man.
The woman then stared at her subordinate. “You have something to say, Lamdan?”
“I don’t trust this man.” He admitted. “A ‘Nobody’, asking for an alliance with us… It's so sudden. Especially with the incidents we had with the rats.”
“I know,” She agreed. “but there is more than meets the eye on this… ‘Stown’ figure. Which I’m pretty sure is not his real name, it sounds ridiculous. You did send the men to track him?”
‘Lamdan’ nodded. “Spent the last five days searching for any signs of him, they got nothing. Either a professional or a meta-human. Can’t rule out the chances on the latter.”
“No doubt about it…” She murmured. “So we’ll be going in blind on this… Not good… but I do like the challenge.”
“A dangerous risk, ma’am.” He informed.
“One that we’ll have to see the results from ourselves, Lamdan.” She said, “High risk, high reward. And besides, let's see if he can take our… deal.”
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Plaza Park | Monday | 12:47 PM
Jason ate through his recently bought sandwich - using the money that he had pawned over several of his YGGDRASIL gold coins through very expert dealers, earning him a rather high deal of 15k for just five pieces of his coins - looking over the natural environment around him as things passed by.
It had been a week since he had given the East Green representative time to decide, and there was still no answer within that same week.
He supposed it would be Monday, today he would receive their answer.
He arrived not too long ago at around 6:30 am. He doesn't know what time gangsters would tend to appear or arrive in the designated place of meeting, so he just went ahead as early as possible.
Who knows, they might just be as early as him.
And for a week, he had talked about what would happen afterwards should they… First, Let's go with should they ‘refuse to accept.’
He would leave them alone and find another gang - one which is competent and not too disorganized and chaotic in a sense where it's just ‘forcing them around’ policy - but since the East Green is the only one that has a massive influence around in the town and possibly high-end connections to potentially powerful people.
He would leave the Red Serpents and join in with the East Green, rise through the ranks, do odd jobs if given to him, gain favors with the bosses, and finally; acquire a penthouse.
And for the other choice; should they accept his alliance with them, then he might be able to gain their favors on his own terms.
Which is one he preferred as no one would try to boss him around too much, and he would do whatever he does in his own way should they ask him to do something for them in return for compensation.
The compensation, he decided, would be food.
Money, while he doesn't mind being paid by this world’s currency, he didn’t want to waste much of his coins - lest any potential Players would come around and suspect that they are not the only ones in this world - as they might one day prove much more useful to him other than purchasing stuff for him to buy.
Who knows, maybe a Planar Travelling Merchant might decide to drop by this world and sell some stuff.
“Is this seat taken?”
A rather familiar voice was directed to him, turning to see, it was the Negotiator of the East Green; Hansel.
“Eh, go ahead. Taking a snack at the moment.” He shrugged dismissively.
“Thanks.” Hansel nodded as he took the vacant chair and sat on it.
“So,” Stown munched on his sandwich, taking small bites and swallowing it to not make his mouth full as he spoke. “still need time to make a decision? I can give you more.”
“No need, my Boss has given their answer… But first, a question before deciding.”
“Which is?” Stown said lazily.
“What would you gain from this alliance?”
Stown didn’t say anything as he continued taking small munches on his sandwiches. Hansel would have almost said another word if Stown hadn't placed down his sandwich and turned his full attention to the man.
“If you want my honest opinion, I just want to work with someone.”
Hansel stared and blinked several times, disbelief on his face from hearing the man’s statement… It is… surprising and unexpected.
“So you’re… Why didn’t you say so? We could have hired your services-”
“I’m a nobody that just appeared out of nowhere, you don’t know me and what I can do. And besides, I wanted to check if you are capable of satisfying my conditions.”
Hansel narrowed his eyes. “Which are…?”
“Which is going to be untold unless you have given me your answer,” He glanced at the man. “So? What does your boss say?”
The Negotiator of the East Green stayed silent before giving his answer: “...We’ll accept your alliance.” He said sternly.
Stown hummed, his expression unchanged. “I’m sensing a ‘but’ after that.”
Hansel grunted. “On the condition on where you managed to acquire the gold coin.”
“Ahhh~ going in for the secrets eh?” Stown smirked. “Can't do that, too early to gain my trust on such a secret. And besides, you won't even manage to even acquire those without me. Trader’s secret. And besides, why do you ask?”
“...Just curiosity of the mind.” Hansel said plainly, not showing any expression on his face.
He was surprised, genuinely surprised about the gold coin. When the results came from their team appraising it, it was literal gold. Pure gold, no impurities whatsoever. The damn thing was 100 percent, made out of gold.
The value of a pure gold itself would reach up to double digits of thousands. And that is just on a singular coin! The thought of having at least 100 of those, it would be a literal quick goldmine!
And what did he mean by that part? Did he hide it somewhere? He should have, and if possible, they would try to pry the information on where the rest of the gold is hidden.
They would get rich off the bad in an instant!
“Anyways, with us being allied, you got any work for me?”
“Wait, what?” Hansel blinked at him. “You wish to… work?”
Stown shrugged. “Yeah, it's not like I got anything else to do. So you got any jobs you wanna give me?”
Hansel was confused. Is this man a mercenary? Why is he asking for an alliance with the East Green? If he is asking for a ‘job’, then he is no doubt a mercenary but… What benefits would they gain from a single nobody that they have known even from the Underworld?
Even if he is suspicious, there was literally nothing about this man’s record. A literal ghost in the system. It only makes him even more skeptical of this man’s capabilities.
A fool or a cunning one?
“...There is one I could give you, although… It's not a one-man job.” He answered vaguely, signaling his Boss on whether to give it to him or not as she was listening through the talk.
“Lay it on me,” Stown grinned. “Unless it's something to do with stealing, then I don’t think I can do it quietly. I tend to be loud.” He sighed.
Hansel was unsure whether the man is being completely honest on that, or covering up something. He doesn't know, but better to note it for later analyzing.
He felt two buzzes in his pocket, telling him the boss’s answer…
“Very well, it involves this…”
Hansel explained the job to Stown that involves gaining something that would boost the East Green’s resources.
To do that, he has to get rid of the gang that has managed to take control of the warehouse that contains the resources that the East Green needed.
Said warehouse is located where he had first taken the first night in this city.
He had the idea of where it is, but it's not a bad idea to confirm where the place to strike is at.
“Just get rid of them from the warehouse, and the job is done?”
“As I said.” Hansel nodded.
“Payment after or before?”
“Once you secure the place, you’ll be paid with the compensation. The job after all, is difficult. Even for many hired guns.”
Stown smirked. “Then it's a good thing that I ain't your normal man. There's no time limit right?”
“No,” Hansel shook his head. Although he wondered why he asked such a thing, is he going to do it around this day? The thought itself was outrageous. “preparations are important after all. But I suggest you do it as soon as possible. We really need to gain the stocks they have in their hands.”
“Wise thoughts, did you prepare that when you thought I was going to say something like that?”
“I don’t deal with
. . .
Red Serpents Hideout | Monday | 3:21 PM
“So you're telling me… That you asked for a job, from the Negotiator himself of East Green, into ridding one of the most dangerous secured places that even the cops wouldn't dare go near without any serious firepower, and you accepted it?” Boss said in the calmest of all voices he could ever muster, the effort in trying to not have his mind break at the statement delivered by his newly hired meta-human-that-is-immune-to-whatever-throws-at-his-direction.
“Oh, so you know about that place then?” Jason inquired as he chewed gum.
“You really are living under a fucking rock if you do not know” Thug #6 deadpanned.
“Or not from here.” Thug #4 quipped.
“Sarcasm dumbass, did you not notice?” Thug #6 glared at his comrade. “It should be pretty obvious.”
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“Shut up you two,” He glared at them before returning his wild gaze at Jason. “that place that you are going to, is controlled by the Aryans. The warehouse they control is rumored to be a drug-trafficking storage where they keep.
“Huh, so Druggers basically.” Jason hummed. The term ‘Druggers’ is a slang created in his old world time, calling anyone who abuses drugs as ‘Druggers’.
“Druggers…?” David tested the name.
“That's... what you call them that? ‘Druggers’? Sounds kinda-” Thug #2 questioned but was interjected by his comrade, Thug #7.
“Stupid.” Thug #7 finished.
“It's simple, not complicated, and it's only one word.” Jason ‘explained’. “But no, I just arrived here couple days ago since I was hired by you.”
‘’’’’You mean you forced us to hire you…’’’’’ Was unanimously thought by the present members of the Red Serpent gang.
“...But, why do you want to make an ally with the East Green if you're just going to do jobs for them?” David inquired. “And if you are allies with them, wouldn't that make you an enemy to us?”
Everyone in the room but Jason stiffen at the accusation. David’s statement made them realize that, and fear struck most of them.
Anyone who had been through the raid that was a day ago, had witnessed the power of the man that their Boss had hired.
A literal death machine that if you try to kill him, you will die instead.
Death by their own actions sounded dark in their minds.
“Ehh, maybe? I don’t know, I don’t care nonetheless.” Jason said lazily. “But since you fellas are chill, you're not my enemies.”
“R-Really?”
“So long as you don’t provoke me, then we’re cool.” The Player shrugged.
That made some of them sigh in relief, though some are more reserved as they anticipate the day that he will become their death… And it's not going to be pretty either if the ones who raided their base did the same.
“But real serious now, are the Red Serpents involved in drugs?”
“No we don’t, we avoid that pile of horrible shit as much as we can. We destroyed those shit when we robbed others if we managed to acquire them. That kind of shit ruins lives. Even slave-trafficking, also one of the fucked up shit I blacklisted.” The Red Serpent Boss sternly said, the other thugs agreeing with him.
“...Despite you fellas killing?”
“We take lives by the instant, quick and painlessly as we could. Painful if they deserved it. But drugs? That shit is poison, slow to destroy a person. We don’t do that.” Thug #4 explained with a grimace on his face.
“Huh… Ok then.”
“So when will you head out? Tonight or tomorrow?” Boss inquired. “You're not in a time period are you?”
“No timer, but better done sooner than later.”
Boss sighed as he nodded along the way. “Alright, we’ll have some of the boys to drop you off at the place. Other than that, you do the shit alone.”
“Oh? Not wanting to go with me?”
“These are the Aryans, Cell.” Boss looked at him seriously. Jason had finally ‘introduced himself’. He wouldn't mind being called by his real name, but it wouldn't hurt to provide a fake one until he trusted someone. Having more aliases seemed to do the work.
“Tough, brutal bastards. They hold territory throughout Texas. Our relations with them are on a thin line of tolerance. We don’t fuck with them, they don’t fuck with us.”
“What territory do you hold then?”
“Just a few parts around Texas. From Midland to Abilene, San Antonio to Corpus Christi.”
Jason whistled. “Not too big, but not too small huh.” He commented.
The Boss shrugged. “I try to not spread and scatter too much otherwise we’d be thin enough to be taken out one by one. I have over a thousand men, but I’m playing it carefully.”
“We’re being low profile in our business as the big gangs seem to be starting to rise up out of nowhere. We also didn’t want to attract any of their attention.” David added in.
“The big boys huh? Then why didn’t one of them try to get rid of you and the other gangs?”
“Too much heat, then it would attract the police bringing in heavy firepower. Worst case scenario is that the Heroes would be involved.” Thug #4 said, shaking his head at their hired-metahuman’s suggestion.
“So wouldn't the East Green do the same?”
“Nah, they are too known around the place. As far as we know, the police don’t touch them, we managed to take sneak peaks that the East Green are making bribes so the cops will be turning a blind eye whenever they do shit.” Thug #4 explained.
“But hey, you gotta admit, they made shit around the east part of town cleaner and more manageable!” Thug #2 said.
“Still a turf of the East Green smartass, meaning we couldn’t head out to that place without making a fuss. I really wanna try out that restaurant as well though…” Thug #5 groaned.
“Enough,” David glared at the bickering thugs. “but as was told, we don’t know how the East Green operates. Even with our informant’s information on their operation, we don’t know much about how they work. Plus after a couple of boys sent out to monitor them, chances are they spouted shit about us before they died.”
“I see…” ‘Things just got a lot more complicated, damn… I’m not smart enough for this.’ “So what about those thugs who act the same as your newbloods then?”
“Fodders,” The Boss waved dismissively. “we managed to make a couple of them talk, but they don’t know shit about how the East Green works on the inside so they have next to no information. The lieutenants however, we haven't been able to mark one at all. Fuckers are hiding good.”
“Shouldn't we be talking about whether our man is attacking the Aryan warehouse or what?” Thug #8 quipped as he reminded everyone at the table.
The Boss facepalmed. “Right, right. Almost forgot about that. But yeah, the warehouse is heavily guarded by those Aryan fucks. Heavy automatic weapons, some armor, and a fuck ton of men.”
Jason shrugged. “Eh, ain't nothing I’ve handled before.”
“Considering that you're literally invincible, there's no doubt about it.” Thug #1 deadpanned. “And that shooting you is just another definition of shooting ourselves.”
The Boss sighed. “Just… try not to make too much fucking noise as much as possible. This city is calm and peaceful, one of the reasons why I prefer to stay in this town. Having a huge gang fucking war starting in this town would be one of the last things anyone’d want.”
“Didn't you like, make trouble around here and there?”
“Those were skirmishes, small hit and runs trying not to stay too long and hitting them hard enough for them to cripple their supply. And we do it where there are not too many people around, although circumstances change unless we have the opportunity to strike back at them.” David explained. “An all-out war is one of the last things we’d do. So the best thing we can do is just halt their progress.”
“...Somehow you guys sound like hypocrites.” Jason gave his two cents onto the table.
“Hah! At least we don’t try to hold a high-horse and see ourselves as the good guys in this shit. But at least we don’t deal with fucked up shit, we're not into that cursed fuckery side of the business. We’re baddies sure, but we aint that fucking cruel!” Boss sneered.
Jason sighed, although mentally he is processing this whole slick so hard that he feels his brain is smoking from processing all this… information.
“Never thought I’d say this, but I prefer staying dumb than dealing with your political shit.”
‘’’’Aren’t you already dumber than you realized?’’’’’ Thought by many of the Red Serpent gang.
“But if you have other territories under your control, why are you so adamant in staying here? Surely there are other places where other gangs aren't competing with you for control?”
“Because it's our home. Everyone in this room right now was born and raised in San Angelo. We’d rather be killed by them than let them take our home turf from us.” Boss said sternly, with the thugs around him nodding in agreement.
“Huh, brave bunch of fucks aint ya?”
“Fuck yeah we are.” Thug #5 smirked.
“Then, I got a favor to ask of you all.” Jason smiled. “Wanna go with me to fuck up the warehouse?”
“”””…””” Everyone looked at him like he was crazy and had grown another head.
“...Don’t tell me you have a genius plan do you?” David grimly said.
“Oh don’t worry, when it comes to killing, I’m on goal right now. So listen, here’s how we do this…”
With that, everyone listened in to the plan given out by their idiotic hired-metahuman…
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Warehouse District, Aryan Turf | Tuesday | 7:34 PM
“So… we ready for this?” Jason said as he looked over the thugs who had gone along with him. Numbering six of them including David.
Right now they are several blocks away from the designated target, which was the Aryans warehouse.
They aren't wearing their usual red and brown color scheme, but rather they are going in tactical.
Armed with silenced SMGs - particularly MP40s -, flashbombs, grenades and knives - the grenades are in case shit gets loud and they need some arsenal to take out some guys at once. Some of them carried garrote wires for complete silent kills, and bobby pins to pick locked doors. They all wore bullet-proof blank masks, armored pads and vest, and a black helmet equipped with a small NVG. And a small radio earpiece for them to communicate if they are separated.
Their faces were something he would love to have a camera and show their faces when they saw what he was giving to them.
Jason was also wearing the same thing as they did, as to test out his capabilities without his armor. It would seem fun to do!
Though the equipment and clothing he wore would do nothing to protect him, it would help him avoid detection on wearing black clothes.
And he was excited as he got to larp as one of those SWATs he saw in the virtual-videos. Or rather, he was unable to find any riot shields in the warehouse.
“Yeah, we got the rest covering the area around.” David grunted as he and the other black-wearing thugs checked their equipment.
“I’m still surprised you got equipment like this hiding around your back.” David said, still getting over the unexpected surprise that their hired metahuman had in store.
“Eh, I just checked out a random warehouse’s crates at one time, filled out with good shit.” He wasn’t lying on that.
“Seems pretty fucking convenient for you to find these bad boys,” Tactical-Thug #2 raised his silenced SMG. “we could take down those Greenies for sure!”
“I feel like a special forces with this.” Tactical-Thug #4 smirked as he flexed his muscles, bulging a bit visibly through his clothing.
“Hey, no overconfidence. One mistake will kill you.” David harshly reminded. “So, triple-check, we all good?”
Grunts and sounds of affirmation sounded through the tactical-thug squad. “Alright, let's move.”
To the Red Serpents donned in black attire, true to the trainer of the gang; Mark, they certainly do move through with discipline and caution in their movements. Something that he would never have thought that the gangsters would act on.
Clearly they sought for quality, not quantity.
Moving towards the warehouse under the cover of the night and using buildings to hide themselves, they finally reached the warehouse.
Although it was halted due to the guards walking around outside.
“Front side is an obvious no go, backside is risky. The only choice we got is the top.” Thug #1 stated.
“Wouldn't that put us even more at risk!?” Thug #3 harshly whispered to his comrade.
“Unless we go loud, then we have no choice.” David said calmly. “We haven't been noticed, and were under the cover of the night. We’ll go top, follow me.”
They manage to find a building that is just as tall and close enough to jump onto the warehouse’s roof.
They managed to find a roof hatch for them to go in. With even more luck, it's not locked!
Silently, one by one with Tactical-Thug #1 going in first, David second, then the rest followed once the place was clear for them to sneak in.
They were on the catwalk, conveniently where the light wasn’t able to illuminate properly in their direction. Although the situation just got more difficult.
“That's a shit ton of Aryan fucks…” Tactical-thug #5 gritted his teeth in frustration.
“A few dozen grenades should be enough to wipe them all out.” Tactical-thug #3 said, eyeing at a small Aryans grouped up, playing poker night.
“We’ll take out the stragglers around first, then we’ll move for the main course.” David said, his serious voice taking in. “You two,” Pointing Tactical-thug #1 & #2. “find the office and destroy the phones.”
He then looked at Tactical #3 & #4. “Find and shut down the powerlines once we give the signal, or shit hits the fan.”
Then to Tactical-thugs #5 & #6 “Take out any stragglers from the group. Alone this time, we're silent, not loud until there's noise.”
“And you,” He pointed at Jason. “We’ll be trying to head close to their front door. Once the shooting starts, the ones outside should come inside for the gunshots. You’ll be taking the hits.”
“Because I’m the bullet-sponge aint it?”
“””Of fucking course you are!””” Tactical-thugs #2, #4 and #5 whispered angrily at the obvious.
David just sighed in frustration, calming himself down from the fucking bullshit that is no doubt going to happen and make a headache in the later minute…
The two managed to do some silent kills on their way to the front entrance, hiding the bodies of said kills into whatever empty boxes that are large enough for a body, which they could dump them into and merry on their way forward.
It didn’t take long for them to take positions just in time for the others to report in.
“We got the office secure, managed to snag some important-looking papers.”
“Power Lines clean, ready for the signal.”
“No more of them racist fucks walking around,” Said Tactical-thug #6 through the radio with glee.
“Good, get ready to hit the power off and switch to night vis. Do it when I radio in.”
Closing the radio off after hearing affirmations from the others, David pulled out several flash bangs and readied his SMG, opting for Jason to do the same.
Frag grenades would be the better choice in taking out many of them, but since the frag might damage some goods, they went in for the ‘blinding noise’ flashbang.
“Where are we aiming at?” Jason glanced at the man as he readied the flash with his thumb in the ring, ready to pull the pin.
“Make sure you get a good number of them.” Jason nodded.
David seemed to wait for another several good seconds before radioing in the other tactical-thugs and exclaimed “Do it!”
Immediately as he said that, lights went out as the two of them threw the bangers at the clustered Aryans who were processing what just happened and their vision blackened.
Shouts rose from the Aryans before the bangers went off, causing the Aryans to become disorientated around them, temporarily blind and deaf.
That gave them the chance to unleash hell upon the downed Aryans.
Jason and David opened fire upon the Aryans, killing almost a dozen of them before few of them managed to get behind cover as they managed to recompose themselves.
Jason vaulted over their cover, slowly and casually walked over towards the Aryans like he was taking a stroll in a park without care of the shots either pinging off his armor or making small dents at it. Few managed to penetrate his armor, but there wasn't enough data on the bullets to make him bleed even with his defenses up.
Either way, he didn’t give a damn. He smiled like he was scoring good points off a game.
The rush of action pumped his blood, it made him excited. The good reminder of him being targeted in all directions… It made him be very excited.
Using the SMG with one hand to shoot up the Aryans at close range, it didn’t bring them any purchase of life even when several went up and close with knives and other improvised weapons.
It didn’t take long for the guards outside to enter the building, but they were soon cut down by the other tactical-thugs arriving from their spot to assist them.
“Shoot that bastard!” Shouted one of the Aryans, pointing at him directly.
Jason noticed a muscled-looking Aryan carrying an HMG, he wondered how it felt to get shot by a HMG with heavy bullets.
“RAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!” The HMG wielding Aryan screamed as he unleashed a torrent of fire in his direction, with Jason welcoming the storm of bullets.
David managed to escape the torrent of bullets firing at Jason, which is conveniently also at his direction as well. The armor they wore is heavy armor sure, but there is a limit to how many bullets it can absorb before one would penetrate through.
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Jason smiled at the man whose weapon is now out of ammo. “You dun goofed, my friend.”
He fired a burst shot at the man before grabbing the other Aryan with his free hand and crushed their head. The blood spurting out, showering him with blood and gore.
“Ahhhh~ The scent of blood, flesh and gore.” He mused. “How I missed you~”
David, despite the gunshots sounding around, managed to hear the metahuman’s words. He felt a shiver of fear up his spine. Considering his ability to reflect anything that would damage back to the attacker, and the addition of his bloodlust…
‘He is one scary motherfucker…’ Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud.
It didn’t take long for the firefight to die down. They managed to find and kill every Aryan around and in the warehouse, of course they wouldn't go unscathed despite wearing absolute protection…
“Gah, fucking hell.” Tactical Thug #2 gritted his teeth in pain.
“Oh man up you baby.” Tactical Thug #4 said as he wrapped the gunshot wound on his comrade’s shoulder.
“Oh fuck you, try getting shot and lets see how you react!” Tactical Thug #2 snarled as grunted in pain once more.
“Take it like a man, John.”
“Fuck your ‘take it like a man’, you try it!”
Some of the tactical thugs received scratches and bruises. Some however, have unlucky injuries as bullet wounds go through gaps of their armor.
“They will live,” David said. “Tough bastards are what we trained them to be.”
“Which should be obvious, they would be dead if they weren't.” Jason commented.
David glared at him. “I would rather have them living than dead.”
The Player didn’t say anything as he examined the dead bodies being gathered onto one pile of bodies. They looted them of everything; cash, ammo, guns and other valuable items they had on them.
“Why are we piling the bodies inside? Shouldn't we find a truck and throw these fucks in?” Tactical Thug #1 asked, annoyed and exhausted at both the raid they conducted and carrying the corpses around.
“Eh, you’ll see. We wouldn't have many problems once we got them all.” Jason said.
Tactical Thug #1 scoffed. “It better be good. Because at least none of these Aryan fucks are outside, otherwise someone might know what happened.”
“Like the obvious gunshots werent fucking obvious?” Tactical Thug #5 activated his sarcasm as he dragged a corpse on the floor and tossed it towards the pile.
“This place is far away from anyone living nearby, if they would have heard it, then they would scram the fuck out if they saw our boys blocking the roads.” Tactical Thug #1 waved the concern away. “If anything, we shouldn't spend our time around here for too long.”
“What do you mean, Cell? Do you have a better plan on getting rid of these bodies?” David asked with a raised brow.
Jason didn’t reply as he smirked at him. Once the corpses were all piled into one, Jason stood in front of it.
He had been waiting to try this out, since he missed the opportunity to try it during that situation with those ‘hero-wannabes’ on some island and those metahuman kids that he accidentally killed because the cunts had lied to him about them being bandits when they were just kids trying to do anything to survive in the wilderness and from discrimination of their own.
Kinda fucked up.
But anyways, back in the game, it is not allowed to put corpses into the Inventory. Once killed, they would turn into pixels and drop the loot. Nor would there be any blood or corpses in the game as the gaming industry disallows gore as a mandatory requirement.
Which was something he found to be disappointing in a very beautiful game such as YGGDRASIL.
Though he found another betterment to satisfy those in other games that didn’t disallow blood and gore restriction.
So right now, he wasn’t in YGGDRASIL. Meaning the game mechanics wouldn't exist in this world, so that means…
Picking up a random body, he then experimentally tossed it into his void inventory, which just popped up out of nowhere as the body disappeared into his inventory.
‘Success!’ He cheered mentally at the theory being proven correct. “Ha! Finally, I can keep these in my inventory!”
And so he continued to toss the corpses into his inventory like he was dumping trash.
This of course, shocked the thugs at present.
“...What the fuck?” Tactical Thug #3 stared in disbelief, and so did others.
“How the hell is he doing that?”
“...Oi, Cell.” Tactical Thug #1 slowly asked as they watched their hired metahuman tossing bodies into a portal that just conjured mid-air at his side out of nowhere. “Mind you telling us… How are you… Doing that?”
“Oh, it's just magic. Nothing new.” Jason shrugged as he continued his work.
“...I feel like we're gonna need to have our paycheck raised after this…” David groaned as he felt a headache slowly coming up.
“I’d rather drink and sleep afterwards…” Tactical Thug #6 drawled.
“””Amen…””” Muttered the others in agreement as they stared at the mind-breaking scenario right in front of them…