Bab 19: Merciless(chapter 19)
prevously in chapter 18
Henry ignored the first man of the five whose face was melting off, the flesh dissolving and bubbling as he screamed in agony, trying to scrape the acid off his skin. His hands clawed at his face, but the acid continued to eat through, exposing bone beneath. The second man stood frozen, horrified, as he watched his friend's face disintegrate. The third, wielding a pipe wrench, charged at Henry, swinging the wrench with a wild desperation. Henry weaved to the side, narrowly avoiding the heavy metal. He grabbed the third man's head with both hands and forcefully pulled him down, driving his knee up into the man's face. The crunch of breaking bone echoed as blood spurted from the man's shattered nose, coating Henry's pants.
The fourth man leapt into the air, kicking Henry with both feet. The impact sent Henry tumbling backward, crashing onto one of the knocked-out men from the previous fight. Henry rolled off the unconscious body and sprang back up with a feral intensity. He lunged toward the fourth man, but the fifth man, wielding a black baton, came up behind him, swinging. Henry dodged the baton, dropping a flask that shattered on the floor, releasing a cloud of green gas. The acrid mist spread quickly, causing the two men to cough and wheeze violently. Henry, protected by his plague doctor's mask, was unaffected by the poisonous fumes.
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Chapter 19
Henry moved through the gas with practiced ease. He grabbed the third man and shoved him down the stairs, watching as the man tumbled, his body slamming into the walls with bone-cracking force. Henry continued down to the third floor, where four more men appeared, their faces twisted in confusion. He quickly popped a vitality potion, feeling a rush of energy surge through his veins.
He pulled out several more test tubes, throwing one at the men. The green gas spread instantly, causing the ones with clothes to cover their mouths. The others, unprotected, charged through the mist, coughing and wheezing. The first man lunged at Henry, but the last thing he saw was the cold, metallic muzzle of a Glock aimed at his face. The gunshot echoed, and the man crumpled to the ground, a bullet hole in his forehead. Another man threw himself at Henry, who sidestepped, slicing the man's throat with a swift motion of his dagger. Blood sprayed from the wound as the man fell, paralyzed, gasping for breath that would never come.
The two remaining men, their faces covered with clothing, saw Henry emerge through the mist, his plague doctor's mask giving him a sinister appearance. Without hesitation, Henry raised his Glock and fired two precise shots. The bullets struck their targets in the head, the force causing their bodies to collapse lifelessly to the floor.
Henry moved down to the second floor, where four more men were coming up the stairs. He threw four vials of acid at them. The vials shattered, spraying the corrosive liquid over the men. Their screams filled the air as the acid ate through their flesh and clothes, reducing them to writhing, screaming masses on the floor. The stench of burning flesh was overpowering as Henry stepped over their contorted bodies, unfazed by the gruesome scene.
"Fuck it, if this is how they want to play it, so be it," he muttered to himself, popping another pill. He took two green potions and felt the familiar surge of power.
"Let's show them what an alchemist is capable of," he said, a determined glint in his eyes as he prepared for whatever came next.
Going down to the first floor, Henry didn't see anyone, but he stopped only for someone to jump him from the back, sending Henry and the man tumbling forward as the three other men who were hiding came out. As Henry and the man fell to the floor, kicking up dust as they landed on rocks and sharp objects, Henry pushed the man over himself before plunging a dagger through his neck. Just then, another man kicked him, sending him tumbling again as he hit the wall of the floor. The third and fourth men didn't hesitate as they both attacked, swinging their machetes at him.
Henry, who was ready, used his dagger to deflect the third guy's machete before pushing himself back to avoid the fourth guy's machete swing, letting the blade hit the floor. He then kicked the fourth guy into the third guy, not giving them a chance to recover as he threw another vial of acid. This acid was in the form of a mist, meaning it didn't do as much damage as quickly as when it was liquid.
However, since it was in dense mist form, it damaged a lot of surface area, burning them as if thousands of needles were being thrust into their skin. "Should I finish them off? show mercy?" he asked himself as he saw how much pain they were in, only to grin and say, "Nah, fuck 'em." He then took his last couple of vials of acid and thought, "Well, just a couple more left. I could have teleported the moment they attacked me, but I need to send a message." He thought to himself as he went to the ground floor where he saw four men running. Yes, and you would too if you heard what they heard and saw a man with white hair, wearing a plague doctor's mask, covered in blood. You would run for your life too, so to them, Henry was the harbinger of plague and death.
"Wow, they run pretty fast," he thought to himself, but he wasn't going after them as he wanted them to run fast and report what happened. "Well, anyway, I need to send a message, so them living is kind of the point," he thought to himself as he then headed for the real location of the deal, which he could guess.
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Inside a club that was popping off, where people could be seen lining up, a figure could be seen. The people lining up watched as this figure, who had blood smeared on his body, approached. This figure was, of course, Henry, who was garnering attention. He walked a couple of steps before arriving at a VIP door, where the bouncer, an intimidatingly big guy, stood. They looked at him, expecting something from Henry, who showed a badge before they let him in. Henry then walked through the club, filled with loud music, alcohol, drugs—everything you can expect from a party. Yet, Henry was not here for fun. He was not here for drugs, money, or women. He was here for one thing, and he was heading there.
Going through the crowd of people, he arrived at a door where a couple of men were guarding it. A flash of his badge said otherwise, but for some reason, the moment they saw the badge, they requested to take him to a different room. Henry could already guess what was going to happen, so preferring to take them by surprise, he let himself be taken to a different room. Inside a lavish room, there were three men sitting with two women in their arms. One of the men was a fat Arabian man with black hair, wearing golden chains and smoking. Another was a black man wearing a purple suit, and lastly, a white man wearing a black suit. They were smoking, snorting powder, and drinking while having women in their arms as they laughed.
"Can you believe it? He said he wanted to make a deal, كلب ابن كلب," laughed the Arabian, as did the others.
"And he was sincere too," laughed the white man, as the black man joined in.
"Wait, wait, this is how he said it," the black man straightened himself as he did an impression of Henry. "I am the alchemist. I can make you rich," he said with a mocking tone, imitating Henry's "ridiculous costume," before bursting into laughter.
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