Angel of Death(Warning Nudity Warning, Mature Context And Gore R-18)

While running I sealed and kept my wounds closed with my psionic power.

I hid behind the concrete support beam while the 7.62*39 mm assault rifle bullets tore chunks of concrete from the support beam.

Thanks to my steel-like fiber muscles no shrapnel or bone fragments penetrated my heart or lungs.

Right arms and legs mobility decreased by 30 percent.

Overall mobility decreased by 15 percent.

I thought in my mind while I felt my body already starting to eat itself after devouring all the stored nutrients and calories.

39.54

I counted down in my mind while I felt the drugs in my body starting to wear off.

Hmmm, it's too fast the improvised formula needs some improvement.

I thought while suddenly from the corner another trash popped out pointing his Glock 17 at me.

Before the trash could pull the trigger with my left hand I grabbed his wrists and with a squeeze, I broke them while with my right hand I grabbed his head, and with my superhuman strength, I slammed his head into my padded knee kick.

Making his face cave in with his blood, teeth, and bone fragments splattered around as his eyeballs popped out from their sockets.

With my right hand, I tore his pistol out from his limp hands while I kneeled on one knee and used his still twitching body as a meat shield while in slow motion in my view I emptied the pistol mag.

Making 5 trashes limp bodies collapse on the ground while the floor behind them got covered in their blood, bone, flesh, and brain matter with the bullets lodging themselves either the concrete support beams or the warehouses metal walls.

While a few bullets from the trashes pistols lodged themselves in the dead trashes still twitching body on me.

As the last bullet left the pistol a frag grenade rolled down next to my legs without any delay I kicked the frag grenade like a football ball making it fly right over the 5 trash's heads and explode.

Boom!

As the hot shrapnel dug itself into the 5 trashes while the kinetic force and the shockwave from the explosion made them fly off into the distance and slam into the concrete flor as their unburned wounds started bleeding.

5 more hostiles left.

I thought as I stepped out of behind the concrete support Beam.

I snapped my fingers making the other 5 trashes necks who were trying to flank me turn 360 degrees.

The reason why I didn't use my psionic power earlier is that just a little bit of its use brings a huge toll on my body.

I tossed the empty Glock to the ground and took out my Makarov.

I walked to 5 disoriented and bleeding-out trashes of which one was already dead.

I raised my Makarov against the most lively trash's head.

Mercy...

The trash with blood coming out from his mouth begged.

Then your victims begged for mercy you didn't give them any did you?

I thought as I pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

As I walked through the disoriented and bleeding-out trashes I pulled the trigger 2 more times.

Well, your quite an unlucky one I thought as I squashed the last one critically injured trashes head with my foot making his legs shoot up and collapse as I squashed his head like a watermelon with my superhuman strength because my Makarov ran out of bullets.

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Fuck! Yes! Scream bitch! Scream!

As I walked into the concrete wall-covered room I saw a fat hairy trash mercilessly fucking a young woman covered in bruises from the back as she lied lifelessly on the metal table.

While the fat trash kept slapping her ass with all his strength.

What the fuck? Just how high is this pig?

I thought as I used my psionic power and made the fat trash levitate in the air while snapping my fingers making his limbs twist in different directions.

As I did the fat trash screamed like a pig being slaughtered as his bloody bones pierced his skin as he collapsed to the ground.

Arghhhhh!

I ignored the screaming pig as I stepped over his fat trashing body which only made his injuries worse and caused him more pain.

'Seems like he's not high enough if he's screaming like that.'

That woman why does she look so familiar I thought as I grabbed her lifeless dirty face and looked at her.

Immediately my brain made the connection as an old woman's face overlapped with the current woman's young face.

Dr. Frankenstein the woman behind UN's super-soldier program I murmured under my breath as I took out my chipped bloody combat knife and stuck it into the metal table as I sat down on a metal chair.

What are the chances that I would encounter her here and now?

An accident?

Or did the system predict all this?

No there's no question about it.

The system thoroughly analyzed me before it chose me.

The system knows me even better than I do.

But the question is who is behind the system?

As I thought this while removing my backpack, bloody vest, and bloody upper clothes even in Grim Reaper mode I shuddered upon thinking just how omnipotent the existence behind the system must be to predict all this.

As I poured peroxide on my wounds and started stitching my wounds with the help of my psionic power the woman after staring at the chipped bloody combat knife seemed to regain life in her eyes and as she did she picked it up and while screaming like a banshee jumped onto the pig and started butchering him like a psycho.

Good, I thought in my mind while taking out the 9 mm bullets and fragmented assault rifles bullet from my chest with my psionic power while piecing back my ribs fractured bones and tearing off my chest muscles and wrapping them around my rib to keep the bone fragments in place while I sewed my wounds shut.

After the woman exhausted herself leaving the fat trashes body into an unrecognizable piece of dead meat she tossed the chipped combat knife soaked in blood on the ground and while looking at my cat-like bloodred glowing eye pupils with utter fear she crawled back into the room's corner while hugging her dirty shivering body from the rapidly dropping temperature in the room.

I tossed her my large black hoodie as I gulped down antibiotics and injected myself with morphine while all the blood from the dead bodies glowing with black particles traveled by my ram and into my mouth as if it was alive.

As I gulped down the blood the monster inside finally seemed to call down while a feeling of ecstasy overflowed my mind but thankfully Grim Reaper mode and drugs were still in effect.

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As I stood in front of the warehouse with all the dead bodies stored inside which upon getting drained of all blood turned into mummies with only bones and skin left and all the money, weapons, and drugs that fit inside the old black van collected that was transporting Afghanistan refugee children that illegally entered my country.

I heard them and other mostly underage girls that were kept like animals in the warehouse and the van keep muttering angel of death in their language in hushed voices.

I created a ball of black flame in my hand and tossed it onto the oil-covered warehouse.

Truly trashes there's no other word to call people who sell children as sex slaves for rich ugly bastards.

I thought while the warehouse got enveloped in flames.

I turned back only to see the dirty children dressed in rags kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to me with tears of gratitude in their eyes while their bodies kept shivering from the death mana emanating from me.

Angel of Death ha? A fitting name for someone like me.

I murmured under my breath.

Truthfully I was thinking of silencing them but in the end, it's not worth it since sooner or later the authorities and criminals will dig out my identity.

I shook my head as I got into the recent occupants' flesh and blood-covered van driver's seat.

This is just how much of a fucked up monster I am to even consider killing children.

I thought while I felt the drugs almost wearing off while I couldn't keep the Grim Reaper mode in effect for much longer.

Gen, I'm coming back...

How bad are you hurt Drac?

Genesis's concerned voice came from my wireless earphone.

...Ill live Gen.

I said while turning around and driving off.

How much time do I have before the cops arrive?

Enough I've been suppressing the mobile services while you were playing around.

Copy.

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By the time I finally drove into my garage my body was already shaking nonstop while foam dripped out from my moth.

As the gunshot wounds were already starting to burn as if someone stuck in red-glowing iron rods into my body.

As I stepped out from the van for a second I blacked out only to be caught by Genesis with my bloody face in her E-sized breasts.

Bloody hell Drac you're not a supersoldier in power armor anymore.

I heard Genesis screaming in my ears.

Hmmm...I know...

Then way...!?

...but it's worth it if I can bury my face in your breasts.

I murmured this as I finally blacked out.