The young man smiled which sent a shiver down the spine of all thugs present. "Your Doom" and before any of the thugs could react silver arcs of light flooded the room travelling in a linear motion from the intruder towards them in various directions and angles. Before Orlando could react he heard multiple 'thump' noises around him. He turned his neck tensely to check, and what he saw made him almost crap his pants. Out of the 15 men working with him 8 of them lay dead on the ground, their throats pierced through and through by some sharp object. But there was no sharp projectile weapon lying around their bodies, Even Orlando saw nothing but silver streaks of light.
Before he could say or do anything another seven silver streaks followed hitting the heads of the remaining thugs as their heads burst like watermelons being smashed. Orlando shivered as he hastily reached for his gun but even before he could move he felt a hand constricting his neck and making him unable to move. What greeted his sight was a pair of cold and ruthless silver eyes that looked at him like he was trash meant to be cleaned.
"Do not struggle, Mr. Vice leader of the Hollywood Boulevard Angels. No matter how much you try there is no escaping." A cold voice greeted Orlando's ears next. When he came to his senses it shook him even more. The man infront of him could be considered a teenager around the age of 17 or 18. Orlando had to accept that the teenager was the most handsome guy he had ever seen, but this handsome face and charming smile felt like a demon to him, and the fact that this teenage boy could lift him an almost 250 pound man with just one arm clear of the ground also laid claim to his demonic strength.
Shivering in fear Orlando asked hysterically, "Why are you doing this? Do you know the consequences? My men will come soon. There is an automatic distress signal which i activated as soon as you entered."
Orlando thought that this threat might save his life but unexpectedly the youth started laughing, "Hahaha, really you think someone will come to save you. " The youth used his free hand to take out the cellphone in his pocket. He opened the phonebook and dialed each of Orlando's henchmen. With every call Orlando started sweating bullets. The only answer he got from each call was the constant ringing on the other side but no one picked up the call.
" I visited your other secret warehouses before coming. Your men are eagerly waiting for you on the other side. The least courtesy I can do them is to send their brave leader to accompany them" the youth retorted with a sarcastic tint in his voice.
Orlando mind went blank on hearing this. He could not fathom the truth but the reality was infront of him, and his men not picking up solidified the fact even further.
"Why?!" Orlando could only muster out one word in fear and shock.
"Well, don't worry Orlando, there is nothing personal, it's just business. I needed a stepping stone to build my foundation. Your group or rather your leader is the only one among the underworld that I can bear to cooperate with. I thought it would be great to send her a meeting gift, and personally saying I really detest traitors the most. As soon as the sun rises today's events will be revealed. Think about the shock 'The Madonna' is going to get when she learns about her most loyal subordinate double-crossing her." the youth said and before Orlando could reply he crushed his throat killing him.
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Troy observed the massacre he had caused. It did not perturb him one bit. In his previous life, the first time he had killed someone was when he was wrongfully framed. He had killed one of his pursuers. That time Troy had immediately thrown up, and been nauseous for a week, but this time with his memory of cruelty from his previous life, Troy's hands did not even shake. It was 5:45 am at the time. In a matter of 1:45 hours Troy had destroyed 4 such warehouses including this one killing at least 50 thugs.
According to his plan, he removed the mask once reaching the first warehouse, reverting to his new look. He had then crushed a rock lying near the warehouse into pebbles, and imbued them with his Overlord Sword qi and used them to send those unfortunate thugs to the afterlife. Until the last warehouse he had not even revealed himself. The system had handed out an event once reaching the first warehouse.
[Random Event Detected: Garbage Disposal]
[A group of underworld henchmen are planning to flood the streets of LA with opioids and opioid like drugs. They plan to target the local colleges and universities. As a future Overlord, the host should not let such vermin foster. Please host is requested to clear out the trash in these warehouses]
[Warehouses left: (0/4)]
[Note:- Unknown reward at event completion]
Troy who was already looking forward to take action was even more incentivized after hearing about the reward, so he did not hold back. His Overlord Aura made it impossible for people to move and his void steps made him impossible to be seen. All the thugs could see was a silver streak of light moving around as if a phantom, before meeting their inevitable end.
[Ding. Congratulations host on fruitful completion of the task. Recycling function and Banking function of the system is activated. With this function host can recycle any goods into money. A Swiss bank account number xxxxx has been opened for the host. System points can be used to recycle products for money and banking function can be used to store them. Host is also presented with a diamond card from the Swiss bank which can be used anywhere within the earth and at any Kiosk. Host is also awarded with 10000 system points, and 2000 attribute points]
A shiny bank card miraculously appeared in Troy's hand. From the intricate design one can infer that this was given to only a handful of the topmost clients. Amused and excited, Troy looked at the bags of money in Orlando's car which were drug proceeds. He smiled as he asked the system, "System can you recycle the money here?"
[Yes, definitely host. The function would require a 1000 system points. Do you want to proceed?]
Troy said "Yes". He already had 12000 SP (system points) so loosing 1000 SP was nothing. Soon the money infront of him vanished like magic and soon he received a alert on his phone, "Swiss bank account xxxxx has received a deposit of 10 million".