Chapter 1803: Raided Bandits
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"Where are the hot chicks at? Want to come sit down on my lap?"
There was a huge commotion inside of the hideout of the Desert Rats, one of the largest gangs of El Perdido, made up of a bunch of lawless bandits, criminals that broke out of prison, and drug traffickers.
Like usual, the Desert Rats were a wild group of bandits, they loved partying almost every day, bringing prostitutes, alcohol, and food to their hideout as a daily basis. Whenever they got a big sum of money, this would be intensified even more.
And just yesterday, they had managed to scam the wealthy owner of a chain of restaurants that was making a lot of money below their noses, so they stepped in and took a nice half of all of that.
Because who did he thought he was? Putting effort and time into his chain of restaurants and earning money fairly? They couldn't have that!
"Oi you bastards, calm the fuck down!"
A huge cactus man groaned, his skin was not blue like the others, but artificially painted purple, tattooing the entirety of his body of that color.
His spikes were also removed and replaced with metallic spikes made of red metal, and his height was of over three meters, a behemoth among the Cactus Men.
The moment he spoke, the rest of the gang went silent and became paralyzed. Those that were drinking ended dropping their alcohol and those with prostitutes remained in silence while the girls remained sitting over their laps.
"I know you're all happy we got a lot of money yesterday," the leader of the Desert Rats laughed. "But this isn't it though! Something feels off! Why haven't Adrian and his group come back yet?"
Silence.
Everyone didn't know what to respond without sounding disrespectful to their boss. Yet, one fool...
"Maybe they went to fuck that dog girl or something, hahaha!"
BANG!
While laughing, a red-skinned alien's head blew up into pieces as his boss pulled the trigger of his gun at him.
Everyone saw the corpse of their comrade fall into the floor with a bit of horror, but this wasn't a rare sight anyways.
Their Boss was a temperamental man, those that survived this far knew not to disrespect him or say dumb things in front of him.
"Is anybody else trying to act funny today? I can ease your pain and blast your heads happily." He glared at the rest with his sharp red eyes, stroking his beard made of red spikes. "No? Okay. So I've been feeling really weird lately. Like, bad things keep happening around us and we keep getting benefited. Now that damn train has stopped right before the race, so we could even go there..." the boss said. "But that ain't the problem here, the problem is that those bastards had yet to come back and... I don't know, call it intuition or whatever. But things feel off, can't relax."
He threw away the bottle with wine into the ground, sighing.
"So, what are you going to do about it?"
He looked at his goons.
"We'll go look for them!"
And then everyone saw his face, his handsome, cocky face.
"Well, how are you wankers doing?"
They were left speechless, who was this man?
Where did he come from?
"Who the fuck are you!"
One of the green aliens with antennae screamed, quickly pulling out a machinegun.
"Eat lead you fuck-"
BANG!
However, his head blew up into pieces as the man blasted it off with a handgun he carried on
his pocket.
"Now that felt nice."
He smiled, nodding.
The boss quickly stood up, looking at him.
"Fuck him, boys."
"RAAAHH!"
The bandits screamed as they started shooting the man with even more guns, some of them conjured their Esper Abilities, as huge hands made of psychic energy or explosive fireballs
covered the huge, scaled man entirely.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Yet even as he took damage, his body seemed indestructible. The man charged forward without a hint of fear on his face, reaching the nearest bandits and then swinging his fists,
covered on black- and gold-colored gauntlets.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
Three punches were enough to tear their bodies to shreds, as a powerful supernatural aura
surged from his body, empowering him even more.
The Desert Rats boss dropped his cigar, as his mouth opened wide, and his eyes almost
popped out of his face.
"HUH?!"