Capítulo 14: Killer Erica
The roar of dense motorcycle exhaust echoed through the dark streets, and under the dim streetlights, a gang of unruly bikers, their heads wrapped in colorful scarves, rode freely, occupying the streets with impunity.
"Looks like we're lucky. The biker gang's out causing a ruckus. I'm already looking forward to seeing them get wiped out."
Hearing this, Frank tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his eyes coldly fixed ahead as he accelerated.
The slanted, cube-shaped modified vehicle zipped through the streetlights like a battered ghost, racing in the direction Merlin had given.
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Inside Merlin's workshop, Merlin snacked while watching the surveillance footage. The flow of motorcycles carried the laughing, joking members of the biker gang through the streets.
The screen switched to another view, quickly showing an empty square where a slender, fit woman dressed in a blue casual outfit was surrounded by the gang. Despite the motorcycles circling her and the whistles of taunts, she only frowned, showing little fear.
Merlin, intrigued, pulled up her facial recognition data.
In no time, a detailed file popped up.
"Well, what a coincidence…" Merlin muttered, surprised as he read the information.
Erica Natchez, daughter of a Greek diplomat, Matt's ex-girlfriend, and now Kingpin's top assassin in Apple City's underworld.
Usually, when Kingpin's people contacted him, it was through Bullseye, but Erica remained mysterious and rarely seen.
Although Bullseye often complained about Erica, Merlin had never met her but knew a fair bit about her.
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The square was filled with the roaring motorcycles and taunting whistles of the gang. Under the pressure of this teasing display, most would have broken down by now.
But Erica was clearly not most people.
She squinted, scanning the circle around her. While she didn't think much of these guys, being surrounded was still troublesome.
Just as she was about to make the first move, a strange roar suddenly echoed from outside the circle.
The next moment, a vehicle resembling a bulldozer barreled through the biker gang's formation. Immediately, bodies and motorcycles were sent flying into the air, crashing back to the ground like leaves.
"Bang! Bang! Bang…" Frank, driving the slanted, cube-shaped vehicle, ripped open a path. From the inside, he plowed outward, sending bikers and their motorcycles flying in the air like leaves caught in a gust.
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Soon, the square, once filled with laughter and roars, was left in ruins, covered with fallen motorcycles and bodies, groans filling the air.
With a satisfied grin, Frank pulled out a string of grenades, ready to finish off the remaining bikers before going after the few who had managed to escape. But when he saw the woman at the center, he hesitated.
"Just throw it. That woman's no weakling. Don't worry about her," Merlin's voice chimed in again.
Frank hesitated for a moment longer, but as soon as he locked eyes with Erica, his doubts vanished. Without hesitation, he threw the string of grenades.
"Vroom…" The slanted vehicle shot forward like a sword, leaving the scene.
"Sh*t!" Seeing the scattered grenades, Erica's expression changed, and she cursed under her breath. In a swift motion, like a ninja, she disappeared into the shadows.
She figured it was better to be cautious.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Explosions followed, and fireballs rose one after another in the empty square.
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"Turn right, then another right in 500 meters."
Frank's eyes narrowed as he watched the biker disappear into an alleyway. Following Merlin's instructions, he turned the wheel right.
"Slow down. That guy can't go fast in the alley. If you get there too early, he might double back."
Frank eased off the gas.
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The muscular black man with a black scarf rode his bike through the narrow alley, completely unfazed by the stench of garbage surrounding him.
He kept nervously glancing back, and when he saw no one following, he finally sighed in relief.
"Sh*t, who the hell is targeting us? When we get back, the gang's definitely going to make them pay!" Unaware that his companions in the square had already been wiped out, he still had thoughts of revenge.
As his motorcycle sped through the narrow alley, familiar with the area, he quickly reached the exit.
The moment he left the dark, oppressive alley, his heart finally relaxed completely.
But in the very next moment, his eyes widened in terror.
From the side, the familiar modified vehicle suddenly slammed into him.
"Bang!" Under the force of the collision, the man and his bike separated, flying into the air before crashing heavily onto the ground like a broken rag doll. His body twisted and snapped in multiple places, and his blood quietly spread from his decapitated head.
"...One! Whoo! Nailed it!" Merlin cheered from behind the screen, excitement in his voice.
"I won. I'll take that 3% cut."
Frank didn't respond, but as he looked at the black man lying in the pool of blood, he couldn't help but feel a deeper understanding of the young Merlin.
"Remember to finish him off. Next up is the Mexican-Irish gang. They've got stronger firepower, so be careful."
Drug traffickers and smugglers are much more alert, which raises the difficulty.
Hearing this, Frank collected himself. He raised his gun and shot the black man's head, then headed to the next location following Merlin's directions.
"Bang!"
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Wearing a red scarf mask and a new combat outfit, Erica arrived at the scene. She squinted at the black man's body, then angrily looked in the direction Frank had left before chasing after him again.
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"There's one behind the right door."
Frank blasted the door open with a shotgun.
"Bang!"
A body fell out.
"One behind the pillar at three o'clock, two behind the crate of herbs."
"One at the stairwell on the third floor. Toss a grenade."
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"Chernor jumped out the window. He's now in a black Cherokee."
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With Merlin's guidance and the power of his shotgun, Frank tore through the hideout like a one-man army, his enemies falling one after another.
After the raid, Frank felt like a video game character being controlled. Walking out of the gang's base, he realized he hadn't even been injured.
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