HPDBC Ch 20: Information going wrong.[2]
Ch 20: Information going wrong.[2]
Within the confines of the deserted factory grounds, a number of individuals are observed patrolling the vicinity and securing the central structure.
Equipped with an assortment of weapons ranging from baseball bats to blades, and even compact firearms enhanced with silencers, they maintain a vigilant watch. The use of silencers is a strategic choice, considering the proximity to the urban center, which would otherwise quickly draw attention to the sounds of gunfire.
Two men, one armed with a blade and the other with a bat, were walking alone at a distance from others. They began to drift further apart and eventually turned in opposite side of wall.
"Hey, I'm going to the restroom. I'll be back in a minute," he said, and then he left.
"I warned him against drinking so much soda, but now he's leaving, and if the boss catches us slacking off, we're done for," said the first one, glancing around nervously.
"But you have to die even now and from my hand not from your boss." Someone said it from his back and even before he could move away that guy closed his mouth with his hand and ripped apart his throat in such a way that even a single blood doesn't drop on the ground, and he take his body to another lone area this happened in such fast way that even ten second doesn't pass but it looks like nothing happened here.
"Hey, where are you, Bob? Ha, I told him to wait, but he still left. I think I have to teach him a lesson again today, maybe with a bat or even a rod," said Nick, about to walk away. However, his gaze caught a glimpse of a leg in the distance, near the corner of a wall. He looked down and noticed prints of boots on the ground, indicating someone had been dragged away in that direction. Nick started walking towards it.@@@@
He neared the scene to discover Bob's body, gruesomely with a torn throat. Shocked, he stumbled and fell, only to sense a presence behind him. As he turned, a dagger pierced his heart before he could even cry out. A punch to his face sent him sprawling forward; he groaned, rolling on the ground, clutching at his wound.
After catching his breath, he looked at the man responsible for his plight. "Who ar...are yo...you?" Nick asked, pain evident in his voice as he gazed at the hooded and masked figure, clearly Rey, who regarded him indifferently.
"Just someone who needs something from this place, and you're in my way. Those who did this are merely my prey, and I am their Nemesis," Rey stated coldly, a stark contrast to his usual tone and demeanor.
"Please... Please spare my life; I beg you. I don't want to die," Nick pleaded, clutching at Rey's legs.
"Okay but let me take a few breaths; I'm feeling a lot of strain in my body," Rey said, attempting to move while Aiden looked away to hide his nervousness.
"Hurry up, because if their boss finds you, you're definitely dead," Aiden urged, scanning the surroundings.
Minutes later, Rey stood up and began searching for the relic following Aiden's instructions.
Fifteen minutes passed, and he still couldn't find the relic. Overcome with fatigue and on the verge of giving up, Aiden suddenly focused on a specific direction.
"Rey, head that way; I feel energy coming from there," Aiden directed. Hearing this, Rey hastened towards it, found a cardboard box, and began searching through it. After a minute, he accidentally dropped a box, from which a cube-like object tumbled out and rolled away.
"Rey it's the one I am feeling the energy from quickly take it and let's gotta out here." Aiden said.
Rey was about to take it after few steps he looked in the left direction and found some guys hold onto a chair with some rope.
After shifting his position to get a better view, he realized the person before him was Evan, who had been detained with visible wounds on his face, as if he had been assaulted.
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And have a good day or night to you all my friends.