Reincarnated to conquer worlds as a Spartan king

AN( 'x'-Thoughts, "x"-Words)

"Wait, wait, wait, nononon-!" Puting a bullet in the mans head, I head out of the warehouse littered with corpses going home having not been there for what feels like years. Now that my job is done I can finally rest in peace without having rookie hotshots who think they have a chance, chasing my head.

(evil Russian Mafia boss who has a tear drop tattoo, 2nd pov year later)

In a luxurious mansion and 6'2ft man with tattoos covering his body was talking on the phone suppressing his anger and frustration.

"Are you serious? You better be kidding or were all dead!"

"Sir, it's been confirmed, your son killed his dog." The bosses loyal butler responded, not scared to give the bad news over the phone.

"FUCK! Fuck, fuck, shit, FUUCK!" He momentarily lost his composure; however if you knew about who's dog got killed, you'd be doing the same thing. Regaining his wits he starts thinking of solutions.

"Recall the boys, order more guns from our military contacts, and for gods sake get me a bourbon!" The last bit being directed at his servants, he hangs up.

'Fuck.' The man that has the boss so worried is none other than John slick, the best hitman his family has ever had. His family business dates back to the fall of the Russian empire, but due to the communist economy and angered masses his great great grandfather moved to the U.S enabling them to prosper in the capitalist and corrupt nation ever since.

Now though his family, fortune and legacy are endangered due to one bad seed in the garden, his son.

"Call for my son, tell him to come here NOW." calling his secretary on the intercom he orders his son home.

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"So..what? You thought you would accept a bounty on one of our former cleaners?(term for hitmen)

"It's just a retired cleaner what's the big deal, what's he gonna do, call the cops. Plus he's just one man."

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA BOY!" Taking a breath to calm himself he continues "You have no idea, who he is and what he is capable of... would you like me to tell you?"

flipping one of the many switches on his desk an image of a man's file is projected onto a white wall reading:

JOHN, SLICK [RED]

CREDENTIALS:

18 years experience

357 confirmed kills

Estimated 500 total kills

Success rate: 100%

Jobs completed: 269

Firearm master

Explosive expert

5 black belts: Muay Tai, Judo, Krav Maga, Jiu-Jitsu, Taekwondo

7 languages spoken

BACKGROUND:

Born 1994, Dec 25, U.S Ohio. Mr. Slick was born to 17 year old Hanna Slick; who 2 weeks after birth, left Mr. Slick on the doorsteps of ***** orphanage with the only identification being a sticky note reading John Slick

Mr.Slick was very smart and mature for a kid of age 4, only crying when he needed something important; however he was usually left to his own devices.

Mr. Slick in his adolescence was involved in numerous fights and was arrested 13 times. Though all were claimed as self defence, later dismissed. At age 10 he met [CENSORED], a very 'kind' man who was a veteran, [CENSORED] took a liking to Mr. Slick, paying for his education and his recreational activities such as martial arts, treating him as his own son passing on his skills.

2010 [CENSORED] was diagnosed with a tumor in his head, it was too late to cure, during the final stages it was noted that he was violent, bipolar, distant, and anxious. Due to his condition, his relationship with Mr. Slick was torn and by the time they were ready to repair it, it was too late. [CENSORED] died, April 20, 2011.

Mr. Slick, now needing money desperately, turned to crime and illegal fights, eventually catching the eye of one of our recruiters.

Relationships

Wife-Maria Slick(Deceased)

[CENSORED](Deceased)

Dog-Lola(Deceased)

NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENTS

-Killed 5 people in a bar with a pencil

-Assassinated a total of 18 dictators, 3 presidents and 4 ministers, 1 king

-Identity has never been confirmed by outsiders or civilians

ALIASES:

The Ghost, Boogeyman, Krampus, Silver hand

The file continues to list his personality traits and personal history up to now, but one thing that stands above others is the text that reads [RED] watermarked on his file.

"Fuck me." The son says feeling as if he made the biggest mistake of his life.

"Yes, fuck you." The boss hands him a phone and turns to leave.

"I'll fix it dad!"

He turns around and glares his son in the eyes, making him flinch. "It's too late, the best we can hope for is that he only kills those directly responsible, though I doubt he'll be calm enough to tell the difference."

"He's just a man, what's he going to do, kill our entire army!" he says astonished the his father thinks that one man can kill their bodyguards and dozens of highly trained men by himself.

"MY army!! You are just a boy who doesn't understand what he's dealing with! He's called the Boogeyman for a reason! A few years back a bounty on a famous terrorist was accepted by Slick. The terrorist was responsible for over a thousand deaths and thousands of injuries and trauma, a bonafide anarchist, used bombs and gas to do it in parks, concerts and public meetings for no apparent reason or motive. On the file it listed that there were expected to be over 50 soldiers guarding the target. Do you know what happened to those men? Slick set out in dead of night, and by morning, the compound the target was held up in was completely devoid of life, the only proof of him ever being there and the deed being done was the man's head on a wooden spike set up in the front lawn. Ever since he's been called the Boogeyman, The Ghost. So... when you say "He's just a man" you are underestimating him to the highest degree! John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer fucking will... something you know very little about." he said finishing his monologue, fed up with his son's foolishness. He knows exactly what's going to happen, and that only a miracle can save them now.

Now sitting in silence, his son too shocked to talk and the father too busy drinking his bourbon, hoping a drink can drown his sorrows.

After what feels like hours the son speaks.

"What do I gotta do?"

"You have to kill him. Before he has the chance to attack

*RIING*

*RIING*

*RIIN-*

"Hello?"

"Salim... long time no see huh?"

"Slick.. we can talk ab-"

"NO, NO!... We can't talk about this. I said I was done, retired, out... However... it seems my reputation has fallen so low that your son would send rookies to kill me, me of all people. It would appear you no longer take me seriously, a mistake, I'd say. One I intend to fix."

*Click*

"Fuck."