The wails of a police siren echoed in the distance. Frizz exited the ruined bar, dragging an injured man and lifting him onto the cargo bed of the truck. He then entered the truck, signaling the driver to go to the next and last location.
⟐
The radio was turned on, broadcasting that there were several dead people found in an apartment and a bar. Dabid de la Cruz jittered; he wanted out of this wild ride. He wanted to go home and spend time with his family.
(I spent six years trying to climb the corporate ladder and what do I get? A thank you and a layoff. If only I had groveled a bit harder, I wouldn't have been part of the cartel.)
(I want out—fuck. I want to go home.) Dabid mused, keeping an eye on the road and restlessly pacing his left leg.
(There's a bunch of grenades taped together in the compartment. If bad comes to the worst, I can prime it and drive away. In this next location. I've been here before; the road should be empty enough for me to speed away.)
An idea forming, he was confident that he could flee. He had already promised himself never to touch any cartel business with a ten-foot pole. Then Frizz Jay Sadies opened the small compartment, curious.
"This is one powerful improvised grenade bunch. I've seen a similar thing in those old war movies. You cartel members are truly the lowest." Frizz said while inspecting the grenade bundle.
"What kind of a situation would even need this?" Frizz said, tossing the grenade in a blank space, disappearing.
"I didn't make that, sir," he said, eyes losing the glint of hope as he continued to drive.
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They've arrived at the given address. The drug-pushing warehouse disguised as a rice warehouse. The warehouse was wide, able to store a few thousand sacks of rice. A massive gate for protection and a gate guard sitting in a small booth, reading a magazine.
Several trucks lined up, ready to be packed with sacks of rice. Frizz glared from the gate entrance, watching the busy workers inside. In the distance were the wailing of several police sirens.
Frizz knew that they were following the truck.
"You, leave, now, and don't come back." He said, turning to the driver, Dabid.
Dabid de la Cruz instantly left the truck, running away as fast as he could and disappearing within the busy street. Disguised as another random civilian.
(Anyways, These workers have some rather neutral karmic scores. I better head inside to look for the scummier ones.)
"System."
[System]
Name: New Name
Level: 30
Experience: 400/4000
Health: 79/99 (+23) [SL+4] [IF+9] [HM✬+12] [RF+2]
Mana: 96/96 (+2) [SL+4]
Fatigue: 44/100 (nigh-peak)
Class: [Fighter]
Subclass: [White Knight]*
⬬ [Prowess Minimized] … >>
⬬ [Perks Minimized] … >>
⬬ [Talents Minimized] … >>
Frizz then focused as his figure disappeared, exiting the truck and taking the phone away from the injured cartel enforcer. "I promised you that I will spare you. Now your fate is up to the police."
[Adaptive Predator] perk is active.
The cartel enforcer cried but didn't shout, knowing the terrifying alternative.
Frizz then entered the half-opened gate entrance, not catching the attention of the gate entrance guard who was still reading a magazine. Inside, he carefully maneuvered around and avoided bumping into the workers.
He entered a warehouse and spotted a manager with arms crossed and overlooking the whole operation. His karmic score was -50.
With soft steps, he silently approached the manager.
With a swift kick, he booted the manager, falling over and bumping his head into the pavement. Several workers were alerted, seeing a bloodied figure standing over the warehouse manager.
Frizz took out the M1911 pistol, firing it and causing the workers to flee. Then two guards with batons arrived but halted at the sight of a gun. He fired the pistol again, causing the two to instantly flee.
"The drugs, where does it come from?" He asked, pinning the pistol's barrel on the manager's cheek, scorching it.
"AAAAARRGGGHHH! Please! I don't know what you're talking about!" The manager pleaded.
Frizz shot the thigh, causing the manager to scream in pain and cry. "Please, just tell me where they are." He asked, massaging his brows.
"Upstairs in that building over there", the manager pointed out, holding his bleeding thigh. It was the office and the reception area. With a sigh, Frizz flew straight towards the building, crashing through the glass windows but it was quiet and empty inside.
It was a meeting room, inside were wooden chairs and a whiteboard.
"They must've run off." He said, kicking down a door and going down the stairs. Looking for any stashes of narcotics. His intuition sparked upon seeing a manager-only door.
*Bam!* The door flew, he used telekinesis to blow it open.
The room inside was small but there in the table were the unmistakable rectangular parcels of narcotics. He smashed the rectangular parcels, causing translucent crystals to fly and burst out.
"Meth. The poor man's cocaine."
At the gate's entrance were several police cars lined up sideways with police officers behind them and aiming a gun. Frizz sighed, his day kept getting even worse.
He smashed the rest of the narcotics and exited through the backdoor, planning to fly away. He took out the phone he stole from the enforcer earlier and shifted through the contacts.
"Ah, there you are." He called the number labeled 'Boss Matthew'. The call was instantly accepted.
"Frizz Jay Sadies. You know that most levelers have an unspoken agreement to not display their powers to the public. You're causing a lot of problems." Matthew added, huffing a cigar.
Frizz took a deep breath before adding: "I'll find you and then kill you. Then kill your family, then your dog or cat, then finally destroy your cartel for good. So, where are you?" He threatened, leaning against a wall while blankly staring at the sky.
Matthew laughed, slightly cringing. "That was cheesy. If this was a movie. I'd be intimidated." A slight pause. "But this is real life. I'll kill your family first."
Matthew snickered. "If you want to find me. Then you can get your answers from Cheng. The one that you repeatedly killed. He's coming for you." The call ended.
Frizz sighed, tossing the pistol away and disappearing mid-air.
"Cue entrance, in three... two... one..." He counted, looking to the left side but even after several seconds, there was no explosive entrance from his opponent.
*Boom!* Cheng Gou arrived, appearing instead on the right side. The creeping police officers were alerted by the explosion, they picked up the pace.
"You piece of shit! I will fucking kill you!" Cheng Gou threatened, bringing two M2 Browning heavy machine guns. However, the surrounding area was covered in black smoke.
*Whack!* Cheng was struck in the back of the head, causing him to instantly turn and fire off his two heavy machine guns. Whack! Another hit from behind.
Cheng clicked his tongue, jumping straight into the air and firing his two heavy machine guns at the black smoke below.
"So, you can think," Frizz's voice echoed from directly behind Cheng, his arm already locked around Cheng's throat in a chokehold. He instantly surged upwards while Cheng kept scratching and elbowing him, dropping the two heavy machine guns.
[System]
『Icarus』= Silenced.
Frizz dropped, freefalling from the sky, his talent's height limit reached. Cheng Gou managed to free himself, but Frizz kneed Cheng's private area, causing Cheng to wince and almost vomit.
Cheng Gou took out a knife and lodged it in Frizz's right eye. "AH! YOU STUPID FUCK!" Frizz shouted, screaming as he increased his speed and rammed Cheng straight to the ground.
"THIS TIME STAY THE FUCK DOWN!"
Frizz yelled, freeing himself and changing course abruptly, dropping Cheng down to crash onto the ground. *Splat!*
The police officers kicked the backdoor open just as Cheng slammed straight to the ground, his impact spraying them with viscera and gore.
"AH!" A female police officer screamed.
"Ah, shit. I forgot to ask him the question." Frizz muttered, flying and looking below.