Chapitre 848: A Offer

Victor Zen was ordered by Jon Zen to guard the gate against any abnormal threats. Behind him stood 4 straw hat swordsmen, and 4 Malar guards heavily equipped with plasma rifles, assault rifles, grenades, smoke bombs, and daggers. They also wore heavy armour which could withstand the force of a rocket launcher. Victor Zen stood post, smoking an apple cigarette, with a cold glass of whiskey that stood on the stool that stood next to him. He was growing rather impatient. He stood post for at least 50 minutes. He wanted some action. Some excitement. He spat the apple cigarette on the ground, smashing it under his foot. He picked up the cold glass of whiskey, taking a couple of sips, sighing. Suddenly his glass of whiskey exploded into smithereens. A rifleman was nearby out for him. The rifleman fired 2 rounds at Victor. Victor quickly pulled out his sword, slicing the hot bullets in half. He easily knew where the rifleman was. He fired a beam from his mouth at a nearby abandoned building that exploded on contact. The explosion caused the rifleman to fly out of the abandoned building like a rocket heading for space. "Tch." "It will take much more than that to stop me." As Victor turned around, all of the straw hat swordsmen and the heavily armed Malar guards were dead. Blood was everywhere. The Chameleon stood on top of the South Gate holding a bloody jaw in his hand. "Don't blame me for their deaths." " I tried to tell them that I come in peace but they didn't want to listen." "What is Jon Zen teaching these fucking morons?" asked The Chameleon who was in his favourite mould. He was wearing a red and white polka dot tie. Victor, immediately chopped the air with his sword, creating a sword beam that sliced The Chameleon into pieces. He however easily regenerated. " No normal weapon can defeat me." " You should know this by now." " Why are you at the South Gate demon?" The Chameleon began laughing. He fronts flipped off the giant steel gate landing perfectly on his feet. "It's official." " I am being hunted." " Victor sucked his teeth. " By who?" " The strongest of The 4 Kings Of The Brotherhood Of The Light, Donovan Black. " That's your problem," said Victor. " Yes, it is, but I want to make you an offer." Victor placed his sword in its sheath. "Look I should be bashing your fucking head open." " You and that fucking kid Akashiri were working with each other." " That was the past." " This is the present." " Do you want to hear my offer?" Victor sighed and sat down, shoving his hand in his jacket pulling out a glass bottle of whiskey. " Speak."