Chapter 3

I hid behind a barrel with Zetsu active. With all of my Nen pulled into my body, it should make me more sensitive to Nen as a whole, yet none of these low-level thugs seem to possess Nen.

Which honestly isn't surprising at all.

These guys couldn't even be considered a challenge, even if I didn't use Nen. But, this is my life we're talking about, and I'd take every advantage I could get instead of being in over my head and ending up some corpse in the scrapyard.

"When the hell is Boss gonna come out and chill with us?"

"Eh, he's in there with some doll; you know how he gets with 'em."

"No shittin'."

There were eight of them hanging around in a group. Typically if I wanted to do this on my own terms, I'd take them out first, but without a weapon, my true target may decide to get a little bitchy and run away, and we couldn't have me failing my first mission.

I approached closer, using the darkness and walls as my cover, before slipping into the alleyway beside the building. I'd deal with them later; what was important now was the loan shark.

I snuck all the way to the end of the building's wall, peaking around the corner to see two guys conversing. They were talking about BDs or Brain Dances, but I couldn't give any less of a fuck what they were talking about right now. In mere moments, they'd be dead, and I'd forget they ever existed.

Now, how was I gonna do this?

I pulled the Inverted Spear of Heaven out of my soul, where I kept it, and crouched toward them.

"Look, all I'm sayin', we get some high-grade bitch from one of the corps and put her in a BD; we'll be rich!"

"You're fucking gonked out, asshole. Try some shit like that, and the corpos will be all over us!"

"Choomba, you just haven't thought about it enough. Think about it! We find some lone 'Saka slut with minimal security and flatline the fuckers around her, then we-"

My blade went right through the back of his neck and out the front. He started choking on his blood, and the look of fear on his friend gave me just enough time to rip the blade out of the fuckers neck and stab it through his friend's heart before he could grab whatever weapon he had.

Both of them fell to the ground. The attack lasted less than five seconds, and by the end of it, one was dead, and one was choking on his own blood.

"The BD idea was kinda smart. Might use that later." I admitted to the still-living thug before plunging the blade into his brain, ending his suffering.

A BD like that would surely make some good money, but I'd have to be a great deal more powerful and influential ever to attack a corpo of any rank.

I dropped down and started searching the two of them, finding about a hundred paper eddies on each of them. Upon searching the second guy, I found a gun in the back of his pants. It's a good thing the motherfucker was so in shock at his friend dying because while I'm sure I could take a bullet if he hit me in the head, that'd be game series.

Don't even recognize this gun; it must be fodder, but a gun is a gun.

I stood up, pushing the gun into my waistband, and stealthily approached the backdoor with my sword in hand. I didn't plan on using the firearm, but if shit got real, I definitely would be.

The door was locked, and with all this tech shit that I barely understood, yet, I knew I wouldn't be getting in this way. So, I'd have to find another way in.

I looked around the back for a while, finding nothing, but eventually, looking up to see a broken ladder about three meters up. That'd do.

I took several steps backward and shot forward, running and jumping up, narrowly grabbing the bottom step of the ladder and pulling myself up to the balcony.

Once there, I grinned at the broken window and walked through it with Zetsu still active.

The place was dark, scary movie-level dark, and I knew no one would be able to see me, especially with Zetsu active. This was perfect!

"Anngh!"

"Fuckin slut, ya like that!"

I walked forward using my toe, then my heel, repeat until I made my way to a door. A door that luckily wasn't locked. I placed my hand on the access pad, which slid open.

"Anngh~ Oh, shit, Ahhh!" The naked pleasure doll screamed, pushing herself away from the chubby man who had been railing her.

"The fuck?" The bastard asked, turning around, and thanks to my All-Seeing Eyes of God, I could tell this fucker was precisely who I was looking for.

I didn't waste any time; no words needed to be said. I pushed forward, fear plastered on the man's face as he reached for his nightstand, attempting to grab the firearm on top of it, but my blade had pierced him before he could. The blade ran straight through his heart from behind, and my face crinkled in disgust at having to stand over this naked fuck.

"P-Please, I d-don't know the g-guy; I was j-just-"

"Shut up," I ordered, retracting my blade from his heart. He was still twitching, so he wasn't dead yet, but he would be any second now. I walked to the nightstand and grabbed the gun. My eyes lit up in remembrance upon looking at it.

Militech Ticon. A damn good firearm, one I could make acceptable use of.

"Stay here. If you try and leave, I'll flatline you, got it?" I asked the woman hiding behind the bed.

"C-Crystal!

"Good." I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. I had no plans of actually killing her, but I didn't need her running out and panicking when I still had people left outside to kill.

At least now, I didn't have to worry about taking on a group of fuckers who have guns with just a sword.

I walked to the front door and paused, looking at the gun in my hands and checking the mag. It was full, good. I pressed my hand against the door, and the second it opened, I put a bullet in the closest guy's head.

*BANG*

The others turned to me in surprise, but I didn't remain still, my Inverted Spear of Heaven in one hand and the Ticon in the other; I launched towards a guy, slicing his throat, all while shooting someone else in the head.

Three down, five to go. I saw two of the others reaching into the waistbands and hid myself behind the body of the guy whose throat I had sliced.

*BANG* *BANG*

Both guys littered the poor son of a bitch's body while I hid behind it. When I heard a pause in their shots, I dropped my meat shield, immediately putting two bullets on the foreheads of the two guys with guns. The other three tried to rush me with their melee weapons, so I blocked the first one's attack with my blade before aiming the gun at his head and pulling the trigger.

*BANG*

I winced as the bullet went through his chin and exited the top of his head. He dropped to the ground, likely dead the moment the bullet tore through his brain. The other two guys paused before dropping their weapons and trying to run away.

I aimed at their retreating forms and pulled the trigger.

*BANG* *BANG*

Their bodies fell to the ground, and I looked at the carnage around me. My eyes were lifeless for the most part before my lips twitched upwards.

I did this. Eight guys here, one inside, two in the back, all dead, killed by a single man. Me.

I was coming; I was strong. And this was only the beginning.

I walked back into the building, heading up the stairs and opening the door to the bedroom, the hooker was still there. Her hands were over her head in surrender, although now she was wearing clothes-

If you can even call that revealing outfit, she has on, clothes.

"P-Please, don't kill m-me!" She begged, and my smile grew a bit wider.

"I got no plans on it. You're free to go." I stepped aside, and she eyed me cautiously for a while before running out of the door and heading down the stairs.

I had to admit, that girl had a nice ass on her and some fat tits too. Had she not been fucking that guy before, I likely woulda paid a bit for her…services.

But I ain't one to take another man's sloppy seconds.

I began searching the room. This fuck had to have some money lying around somewhere. What kind of loan shark doesn't have money after all?

I stored my blade back in my soul as I continued looking. The Nightstand? Nothing. The closet? Nothing. I was getting fucking pissed. Was it not in the room-

I facepalmed hard. Where the fuck would I keep my money if I was an asshole that likely didn't move around much all day.

I picked up the mattress to the bed and grinned at the load of paper eddies beneath it. There had to be a few thousand at least.

Now it makes sense how he had those guys working for him. He had the money to compensate them.

Now, it was time to collect.

I opened my pocket dimension and began scooping the stacks of paper eddies into it. Eventually, I had got all the cash and was just about ready to leave when I paused.

This place…it was damn nice. I mean, it wasn't really all that great that some asshole died on the bed, but it's better than the other place I was staying at, and closer to Padrea as well whenever I start working with him.

Yeah, this place will do nicely.