56 Chapter 56
Yes, the System "made me happy". Why does it seem to me that this is not the end?
It's time to choose a class after all, and I need it in order to become stronger, so the Bard and the Healer still disappear, the Spy and the Politician are the same. The Assassin remains, which will give me privileges in battle. Although a little offensive, each of the classes was unique and good in its own way.
The system congratulated me on choosing a class and sent notifications:
+ 5 to dexterity.
+ 5 to intelligence.
+ 10 to intuition.
You have increased the level of the skill "Stealth"
You have increased the level of the skill "Stealth"
You have increased the level of the skill "Stealth"
You have increased the level of the skill "Stealth"
You have increased the level of the skill "Stealth"
You have received special Assassin equipment and a set of poisons.
This kind of equipment was represented by light clothing with little protection on the body, but it gave additional maneuverability and freedom compared to ordinary clothing. She looked like an analogue of the clothes from Skyrim that the local assassins had, only without a mask and a hood. But still something else was different.
I looked at the kitchen wall and I felt like crying. But tomorrow Pamela is also arriving. I wanted to show her our new nest. So I'll show you ...
The worst thing in this situation is not even Deathstroke's attack on me, but the fact that my "Problem Search" skill has increased by two levels at once. It's scary to imagine what I will get into in the future.
An hour later, my colleagues and the ambulance left. Just in case, one surveillance car was left near my house. I just wanted to thank our guys for their help - after all, if Deathstroke returns, they will stop him ...
I was about to go to bed. How Bullock called me.
- What does Harvey want?
"Don't be so angry about being kicked out there. There is a case. Moreover, it is urgent ... relatively.
- Maybe you won't pull the cat for pride and tell? I'm tired. Everything hurts and I'm in a lousy mood.
- I see. Then I'll get down to business. An hour ago we got a call from Los Angeles. There were a couple of our guys on a business trip. You really didn't know them. They rarely appear in the area. Always dangling from side to side, or rather dangling. There was one case that Gotham and the City of Angels had in common, involving smugglers who traded here and there. In general, our guys were killed. You and Rene are sent there to investigate their deaths and complete the cases of the deceased detectives.
- Fuck…
- I know that you are tired and, to put it mildly, not in the best mood. But we have a shortage of personnel. And there it is necessary to send responsible and adequate employees. Although, when Jim told me that he wanted to send you and Renee, my first question was, but where does "adequate" have to do with it?
- Well, here I agree. - I nodded almost falling asleep. "You can't call us ordinary cops.
- It's still embellished. In general, you have a flight tomorrow evening. Accommodation, departure, arrival and even transport are there, everything is paid for. In general, you do not need to worry about this ...
- Fuck…
- Don't touch my mom. She's out of business here.
- Sorry. Okay, if this is all, then tomorrow I'll stop by the police station and pick up the necessary documents.
- OK. Good night, Isaac.
But tomorrow Pamela will arrive at lunchtime. I haven't seen her for over a month. Problems…
To be continued…
