Chapter 66 - Damn

— Have you seen this pack!? — whispered the shaggy man, who was the first to notice how Jack took out the money

— Yes... — the bald 'friend' of the patty swallowed saliva

— He said that he has less than a hundred - no! There's so much cash in that pack that we'll have enough with you for months! No more having to worry about every dose!

— Bro, but he looks like an important big shot ... — the bald man squinted at Jack, who was well dressed up, and looked extremely extraordinary

— Don't be silly. — squeezed a shabby Colt M1911 patty in his pocket — This is not an important bump.

— Are you sure?

- yes. Will you look at it for yourself? Do you think men look like this? He's like a magazine cover. Is that how you have to take care of yourself to be like this? For any reason, he works in a brothel and takes fat dicks from the rich in a point.

If Jack's hearing had been better, he would have been noticeably... surprised by such conclusions.

- why? — the bald man looked at the shaggy man in bewilderment

— Why what? — did not understand the patty

— Why fat dicks?

— Did you fuck up the members?! — the shaggy man exclaimed in a whisper, his eyes wide open — The important thing is that he accepts them, and he has accumulated a nice bundle of money for them.

— Listen, are you sure he's a gigolo?

- of course. I go to such people.

It was the bald man's turn to roll out his eyes — You went to the women with me…

— Hey, hey! I'm not a faggot! You just don't buy the buzz.

— What? What's the thrill of kneading clay?

— Pf, you just haven't tried. You know how fucking hard it is to press the face of a sweet boy into bed and flog him in the ass. He's trying to breathe in air and squeezes you so hard while you're hammering his asshole. And if it's white or black, then the buzz is even more… Oh, I'm already hard.

— Fuck, Al, I only go to bed after you now.

...

— P-bon appetit. — said the old man, handing Jack a flatbread

- thanks. — the guy smiled sweetly in response, I take the food and change

Then he sat down nearby on the curb and began to eat, imperceptibly tracking the movements of two twitchy men and removing the pistol from the safety.

Jack ate slowly, feeling two concentrated eyes on him, and therefore he made the most lean, sometimes even stupid, face.

After finishing, he got to his feet and walked towards the trash.

The bald man and the shaggy one immediately got up and, as if by chance, followed him.

Throwing the napkins into the trash, Jack calmly walked down the street.

— Damn it. "It's not an option here, even though it's night, but it's light and crowded, for such a thing. We still have to live in this city.

— We need to do everything carefully so that problems do not come later.

- yes. Stop! Did he turn into an alley? Oh bitch, God knows, the Virgin Mary herself helps us. Follow him!

Two drug addicts quickly ran to the alley in which the "zhigalo" disappeared.

"Where is he?"

— Bitch, there are a lot of 'forks" because of these huts. Search quickly before you escape!

Together, they flew into a long dark narrow alley, stumbling over any garbage.

"Where is he?" — the bald man looked around the corner, looking between the houses

Then he turned his head to the left…

Bright shining golden eyes stared at him from behind an iron garbage can.

The two hands that were lying on the rusty lid of this trash can were clutching a gun that was also looking directly at him.

From this picture, the bald man froze in place, unable to move a muscle.

Mentally praying, he felt his heart beating wildly.

There was not enough air.

A second later, the bald man, with his eyes as wide as possible, writhed in pain, clutching his chest.

Then he fell to his knees, his mouth open in a silent scream.

— Narong? — the shaggy man was surprised and quickly ran up to his companion

The bald man slowly raised his hand and pointed to the side.

The shaggy man followed his friend's finger and saw eyes shining with a mystical frightening light.

That was the last thing he saw…

*shot*

The shaggy head fell back.

The bullet hit the right eye, turned the brains into a mess and flew out through the back of the head, tearing out a large 'piece" of flesh with fragments of the skull.

Jack quickly aimed at the bald man, but he slowly fell face forward, right on the rocky ground of the alley.

Despite this, Jack did not take his sights off him as he came out from behind the trash.

Approaching, he squinted and pointed the gun at the back of the bald man's head.

*shot*

To be safe, he knocked out the brains of the second one, and then put the gun in his pocket and left from the other side of the alley.

With an energetic gait, he walked back to Ishtar.

My heart was pounding fast, and adrenaline spurred my muscles to work harder.

- "Yes, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing." — O'Dim clapped slowly with a cheerful, satisfied smile

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

- "Yes?"

- "Yes. They tried to rob me - I fought back."

- "If you say so." — Gunther tilted his head sideways with a "besyachy" smile

The System of Evil

Specifications

Strength - [12]

240↑

Agility - [10]

200↑

Survivability - [10]

200↑

Perception - [15]

300↑

Mind - [13]

260↑

Will - [17]

340↑

Libido - [21]

420↑

Evil Glasses - [286]

Tasks

"Cowboy"

Goal: To complete the Revi training and impress with its results

Reward: Agility increases by two values

"Sweet Revenge"

Goal: Kill Qian Dongei

Reward: Increase of the "Survivability" trait by three units

"Dragon Fighter"

Objective: The destruction of the Dongfang Long Triad on the territory of Ruanapur

Reward: Modifier [Concentration - Level 1]

Modifiers

Unshakable Mind - [Ur - MAX]

The Devil's Body - [Ur - MAX]

Polyglot - [Ur - 1] [500↑]

Body Control - [Ur - 2] [5000↑]

Velvet Leather - [Ur - MAX]

Belial's Eyes - [Ur - 1] [5000↑]

Jack's eyes widened, "...I had eighty-six points... were those bastards worth two hundred evil points?"

— "Not really." — Gunther spread his hands — "The Patty was only worth fifty points."

"What...?"

— "The first one has already killed people and generally has a lot of sins behind him, and the bald one, although he was not a good person, but the only crime behind him is petty theft so as not to starve to death."

"Then why did he agree to rob me?!"

— "Drugs." — Gunther shrugged his shoulders — "Besides, he was going to "rob", but not kill, but the shaggy one thought to put a bullet in your head and throw it in a trash can. This is a funny situation, the robbers did not understand each other and meant each their own."

Wincing, Jack exclaimed mentally — "But he can't be worth a hundred and fifty points!"

Not that he was unhappy that he was given more points.

It's just that if Gunther scored more evil points for this murder, then he killed a good person. Well, maybe relatively good.

"Of course it couldn't be worth that much. It cost a lot less, you just got extra points for a brutal murder."

- "Huh?"

- "Well, what did you think? He had a weak heart from this lifestyle, and you scared him so much that he died of fear. And you don't have to compare it with when you killed that dude when you were captured. He also died of fright, but, firstly, he had a loaded train of sins behind him, and secondly, he did not even understand how he died. This one managed to 'enjoy' the horror, and even death is slow. You know, it's not very pleasant to die of fear."

Jack walked in silence for a while, digesting the information he received.

- "The hell with it." — Jack grimaced

- "But I'm with you." — grinned Gunther

"I'm not talking about you."

- "I know." — O'Dim spread his hands — "Too strong for such a small title."

- "Are you bored or something?"

— "Yes, I'm almost always bored." — Mr. Mirror shrugged his shoulders with a "besyuchy" grin — "So do good. You try to support a person, and he snaps."

— "I don't need to be supported." — Jack wrinkled his forehead — "It's not the first time I kill and it won't be the last. After I killed that woman who tried to kill me when her husband shot himself and the child, it's obviously easier for me to survive the murder of some robber. He may be a saint and act with the best of intentions, but he tried to harm me and was dangerous to me, which means it's his own fault that he chose a goal beyond his teeth. If they come at me with fists, I will answer with my fist. With a gun? I'll answer with a bullet."

Tapping his fingers against each other, O'Dim smiled with satisfaction — "Yes, Hiro's death has greatly affected you, as well as the raising of the Will."

"It's not like that. I just became more determined, that's all."

— "As you wish." — Gunther spread his hands

...

Returning to the room, Jack looked at the sleeping Revie and sat down at the table.

Pulling the magazine out of the pistol and taking out a pack of cartridges from under the table, he reloaded it and put it back in.

Then the guy leaned back in his chair and opened the status, thought for a while before raising the 'Mind" line.

If Jack hadn't noticed that with the strengthening of this trait, not only mental abilities improve, but also the whole body, in a complex way, starting from coordination and control over the body, ending with the speed of reaction and reflexes...

If not for this, he would prefer to increase 'Strength', 'Mobility' or 'Survivability', which will definitely be useful for his purpose of revenge.

A warm energy filled his head, and he felt the same pleasant feelings as before.

A few seconds and he blinked, opened his eyes.

Hearing has become more legible and understandable, as well as vision.

Clenching his fist, Jack immediately noticed how quickly the muscles received the 'command" and carried out their plans.

Thoughts became faster, and memories became even clearer.

Distraction is almost completely gone, and concentration has increased.

Emotions weakened a little, as it became easier for Jack to control them.

— Great ... — he breathed out, allowing himself a thin smile from the pleasant sensations that rolled over

Then Jack looked at Revie, got up and went over and lay down next to her.

Feeling the warmth of the body, the girl immediately hugged him and smiled sweetly in her sleep.

After looking at her face for a while, he closed his eyes and dozed off.

...

After a while, Jack woke up.

The sun has already risen, but Revi is not there yet.

So he gently freed himself from her embrace and left the room.

The brothel has just started work and the first visitors for today came.

After standing for a while on the second floor and looking at how the girls were swarming in the hall, Jack headed for the exit.

He was waiting for a training session with Valmet and Coco.

...

After getting out of the taxi and paying, Jack entered the hostel, said who he was going to and went to the elevator.

To his surprise, the elevator doors opened and Lam was there, always holding a cigarette in his mouth.

—Oh, Jack. — the veteran said calmly

— Hello Lam. — the guy smiled weakly, and nodded, went into the elevator

— Okay, I'll show you. Lam grinned and pressed the elevator button

The doors closed and the elevator started moving.

— I heard about what happened. My condolences.

- thanks. Jack gasped

— Are you going to take revenge?

"No," Jack answered almost instantly, without batting an eye

However, Lam glanced sideways at the calm and slightly cold face of the guy and closed his eyes — Good. The right decision.

- Yes?

- yes. I understand it's quite difficult, I lost five comrades myself… Rage and anger, from this, sometimes pop up in me even now, but the main thing is to overcome these feelings. Revenge has never made anyone happier, and it certainly can't be worth your life.

"You're right, Lam. But you're missing one detail that makes our situations radically different.

— Hmm? — the man raised an eyebrow a little

— You lost your comrades, soldiers, and I lost a non-native younger brother. Hiro was twenty-five years old, but because of his illness, he remained an immature child forever. A very kind and innocent child who would never hurt a fly. Soldiers always die on the battlefield and almost every one of them believes that they are fighting for a just cause. They deliberately risk their lives and take these lives from others.

Jack turned his head a little and looked into the eyes of the veteran — Lam, would you go for revenge if someone killed your little child or only minor brother?

The veteran was silent for a while, until he seriously asked again — Jack, are you going to take revenge?

— No. — Jack answered instantly again without twitching a single muscle of his face - I'm a sixteen-year-old guy who lost his memory, that by the will of fate he became the 'director" of a brothel. There is no experience, there are no opportunities and responsibility lies, because I am a member of the Moscow Hotel group, which means that by my rash actions I will bring trouble on them. Only the Gods could help me take my revenge... or the Demons.

The elevator doors opened. They arrived at the right floor.

Lam looked at Jack's face a little more and smiled gently — You are surprisingly conscious for your age.

— Is that a compliment? Jack raised an eyebrow

— Come on. — the veteran grinned — The girls are probably already waiting.

Closing his eyes for a second, Jack sighed and followed the man.