It’s Carl Denvers

The elevator dinged, opening its door to the designated floor.

RATATATA* (im in the ghetto)

Countless bullets warmly welcomed you, "Ha! What a shitshow!" Jihn immediately conjured a shield, "Newt... I guess it's your time to shine."

Newt wickedly smiled, "Heck yeah!" Its mouth started to glow into an azure color. Newt's little body started heating up as if it's going to explode at any moment, "here it goes!!"

BOOOM——

"What the fu—" It was the last words of the person commanding his men to shoot.

"Tragic."

Numerous bodies laid on the floor, scorched and roasted. Aw man, the guns are melting off.

You grumbled, "we could manipulate the energy... maybe 3-4 times more?" The training helped a ton but it was not enough.

Jihn just shrugged, "I wonder where the VIP's are... I hope they're important enough to bear hatred on the cartel," the clown devishly remarked.

Jihn started running towards the nearest door with gun on his right hand and a shield on his left hand.

BANG!

A bullet ricocheted from your shield, "that's cute." Jihn aimed at the man who shot you, "—bang!"

BOOM!

Newt simultaneously blasted a plasma ball right behind the couch, "ouch..." seems like someone was waiting for an opportunity to kill you.

Meanwhile...

"Who the fuck is killing all my men?!? Huh?! All those money wasted on you shitheads! Can't even kill one man!!"

A stout man was yapping his mouth at his subordinates. Veins started popping out of his head from the anger and humiliation he's currently facing, "someone fucking kill him!! Before he endangers any of our guests! Goddamnit!!"

"Boss, I don't think he's a 'normal human being'"

The man who spoke was was covered with tattoos all over his body, "but I can handle him..." his palm started burning up.

"Mutant..." the boss started sweating profusely, "alright, get on with it!"

After all the men went outside just to purge a single man, the stout man named 'Paulo Jimenez' contacted the upper brass, "there's a little disturbance but everything will be... all well."

BEEP* BEEP*

"Fuck!"

BOOM—-

Paulo stumbled on the sound of explosion, "what in the—"

BOOM!

BOOM!

The whole building was shaking. Countless screams were heard outside, drowning the spunk of the stout man. He's definitely fearing for his life right now, "you two! Guard me!!"

BANG*

The door abruptly opened, "now!" shots were fired and the man dropped like a puppet without its strings, "yes!!"

POP!

The sound of watermelon bursting swept around the room. Two lifeless body fell at the cold-hard floor, spilling blood, "wha-a-at..." he looked at the bodyguards that were supposed to protect him, now dead and headless.

Didn't they kill him?!

When he glanced at the man on the floor, it was actually one of his subordinates. Already dead.

Paulo fell on his butt, too scared to look at the assailant, "pl.. ple-please spare me!! I'll give you anything! Money! Riches! Women!" Dammit! Where's the mutant with tattoos?!?

The clown smirked, "hey Mike Wazowski! Ya lookin' for this?"

The stout man looked at the hand that seems to be holding something very bloody. It was the head of the mutant he sent off...

"Really! Thank you for sending me your mutant bitch, haha! Now i get to the dissect... uh.. some of his recoverable parts."

Paulo immediately cowered, "no-no sir! Keep him all you want! Please! Just spare me!" The sight of his two most trusted men, popping like balloons made him realize how dangerous this man is.

"Hmmm.. the only way you'll live... is if you look at my face right now.. and etch it to your tiny fucking brain, hm?"

The trembling man who was even called 'boss' by hundreds of people look like utter shit right now, even pissing his pants. God, this man probably sucked up to his family to get into this position.

When he met Jihn's face, he silently gulped. It was unexpectedly ordinary, dare he say, bland, "name's Carl Denvers... remember it."

BAM*

A blunt weapon just hit the back of his dead, sending him to oblivion and finally blacking out.

"P— Puhahahahaha! What was that, Newt??"

Newt curtly bowed, "'tis I! The grand finale!" dropping the crowbar it conveniently found.

The clown just went with the winged-lizard and clapped, "whooo! Bravo!!"

You chuckled, "well, that was a show."

"It's not over yet, mon chèri."

Newt bobbed it's head, "cue the action!"

The clown dragged the knocked-out, third-grade drug boss out of the club. After killing all the men and ensuing chaos, this place is dead-on empty right now. Seemingly, the rats of the cartel were already nowhere in sight.

"Wow, he's like a down-grade version of Jabba the hut," finally switching out with Jihn, you strapped the stout man to a lamp post outside, "hope he enjoys late night breeze."

You stole a high-end bag and stuffed the head and some of its body parts inside, "mutant, check!"

Oh shit, you're staying at Ben's apartment right now. He'll fucking you kill when he sees this.

"Well.. I'll just drop this off to some shady place and come back to it."

The cold wind of the night penetrated your skin along with the burning club behind your back. All within the work of your favorite lizard, Newt.

What's left of this beautiful palace for well-off druggies are charred bones and a crumbling building.

You brought everyone to hell.

Just a few years earlier than expected.