Chapter 149 - 149 149. "The Rotten Capital City And Attack On NHC"

149 149. “The Rotten Capital City And Attack On NHC”

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“Bang…!!” “Ahhh…!”

“Thud…thud….Ahhh…thud…!!!”

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“This is almost the 20th group I came across, how rotten is this city!” Commented Erick Dahl after knocking down yet another group of thugs.

As he trudged through the decaying streets, Erick Dahl couldn’t help but notice how pervasive the stench of filth was. Every corner seemed to hold another group of degenerates, each more despicable than the last. He had already dispatched nearly twenty such groups of scums today alone, and the weight of the city’s depravity was beginning to make him want to just destroy this whole thing.

But despite the overwhelming darkness that seemed to permeate everything, Erick didn’t let it bother him.

As he saved a young child and her mother from the clutches of a group of merciless criminals, he felt a sense of righteous anger rising within him. These thugs thought they could use their bravery to prey on the weak and feeble, but Erick was not about to let them get away with it.

After dealing with the scum that littered the city’s streets, he made his way to the designated meeting spot, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated.

Erick’s gaze landed on the imposing structure before him, the NHC building. It loomed over the surrounding area like a monolith, casting an ominous shadow over everything in its vicinity. As he surveyed his surroundings, he couldn’t help but notice the palpable murkiness in the air. It was as though the very atmosphere was thick with negative energy, a formless heavy weight was pressing down on his shoulders, which he just shrugged it off but if it was a normal person then it’s enough to make them become depressed with negative thoughts inside their head.

A few minutes later,

“Ohh! Erick-san, you are already here, sorry we got entangled with a group of trash on the way and it took us some time to clean them up!” Leader Shun apologised seeing that Erick was waiting for them, while trying to explain why they got late.

Erick’s eyes flickered up as he heard a voice behind him. It was Leader Shun, apologizing for their delay. Erick watched as the rest of the group trickled in one by one, all of them wearing expressions of exhaustion and fury.

As they caught their breath, each one recounted their run-in with the trash that littered the city’s streets. Thugs, hooligans, and other lowlifes who preyed on the vulnerable and defenseless, hoping to make a quick buck in these troubled times. Erick had dealt with them swiftly and efficiently, his powers allowing him to inflict a punishment that would deter them from repeating their actions. But the rest of the group had been less merciful.

Where Erick had been content to make them feel a brief moment of agony, the others had unleashed their full fury. They had broken bones, inflicted brain damage, and left their victims clinging to life by a thread. Erick could sense the anger and frustration that fueled their actions, and he couldn’t blame them. The city was a cesspool of corruption and violence, and it seemed as though the only way to survive was to be just as ruthless as those who preyed on the weak.

“I heard one thug mentioning the name of some higher-ups of NHC, so most likely these gangsters and hooligans are part of a gang operated by a person related to a higher-up of NHC!” Rodrick mentioned looking at the logo above the building which reminded him of when he was beating the shit of a thug who tried to threaten him but Rodrick ended up breaking his bones.

As Rodrick relayed what he had heard from the thug, a sense of grim determination settled over the group. It seemed that the criminal underworld had tentacles that reached far and wide, even into the higher echelons of the city’s power structure. Erick’s eyes narrowed as he gazed up at the imposing NHC building, a symbol of the corruption and greed that had infected the city.

“Hmmm! We will look into it later, for now, let’s destroy this building and clean up all the trash inside it!” Erick gave a curt nod, his expression hardening as he signaled for the others to follow his lead.

“Yes,” Leader Shun and the others fell in line behind Erick, their expressions set in grim determination. They knew that this would be a hard-fought battle, but they were ready for whatever might come their way.

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Somewhere in Hoshimi city’s luxurious corner,

Mr. Buffel Mansion,

“Ring…ring…ring…Kachaa!”

“Hello…!” Mr. Buffel picked up the phone.

The ringing of his phone broke Mr. Buffel’s concentration as he tinkered with his favorite tools. He picked up the receiver to hear a voice that was both angry and urgent on the other end.

“Don’t hello me, call your men quickly, it’s a fuc*ing emergency, our HQ is on fire!”

Mr. Buffel was taken aback by the tone and language used by the caller. He tried to ask for an explanation, but the caller, a certain Mr. Bonal Gaye, seemed to be in too much of a hurry to give any details.

“I don’t have time for this shitty explanation and if you don’t want to see our HQ burn to ashes, then send your Neo Humans for help immediately!” Bonal Gaye barked, before abruptly ending the call.

“Tu...tu...tu...!” He heard his phone line ending.

Mr. Buffel was left feeling bewildered and unsure of what to do. He turned on the intercoms connected throughout his mansion and barked orders to his lackeys, making sure they did not mess anything up until he returned.

He then got up and headed out of his office, clad in his signature black jacket and a cigar in his mouth, giving trans-signal instructions to his fully controlled Enhanced Humans to follow behind his lead as he walked.

As he left his mansion, Mr. Buffel had no inkling of the fate that awaited him. Little did he know that he was walking straight into the clutches of Erick, and that his life was about to take a dramatic turn, in which he would only feel the pain of seven generations altogether.

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