[ D day - 3 ] [ 2 H : 48 M : 53 S ] [ State capital H ]
As the men fall, their spines are strung with the hook shaped claws, were snapped like threads.
Then, they laid motionless on the ground, the blood spilling around them slowly.
However, it was not all sunshine and stars for Vikram.
The men succeeded in hitting Vikram as much as he succeeded in stabbing them.
The difference is he has golden skin and diamond bones gene modifications.
Their measly iron sickles were useless against him.
He did not worry about going down the stairs through the door to catch running men.
Instead, Vikram walked to the parapet on the front side of the building. He jumped down all of four floors.
The senator rushed to the car directly, but his own thugs caught up to him.
One of the cowardly and greedy thugs pulled the minister by his arm to throw him down.
Unfortunately for all men involved, this is a private walled residence. walls are as high as twelve foot. The gate was a ten feet iron giant.
No one could see inside.
Vikram simply jumped down, cut off the minister's head.
There was a man waiting in the car, probably a driver.
Save for that man, Vikram killed everyone.
The man locked himself in the car, shrank into the seat shivering.
After Vikram finished the blood bath, he knocked on the window leisurely.
The man inside started crying.
Instead, Vikram just slowly tapped out on the window, while the man cried more.
Vikram made a sign, indicating that the driver should lower the window.
The man lowered just by a centimeter gap, only enough to allow sound, but nothing else.
Vikram was still wearing his mask, but he retracted the armor.
His bare torso was showing, with it's eight pack and rippling muscles.
The scene would have been incredibly sexy, if not for the amount of blood sprayed on his chest.
"If you listen to me well, I will not kill you. " Vikram told the man.
" Please ! Anything ! I will do anything Sir wants. Just don't kill me." he begged as he looked at Vikram.
Vikram nodded easily.
It's not even ten minutes past, yet, the death toll has already crossed half a century.
"Open the door." Vikram signed to the man.
The man looked extremely hesitant.
Vikram just moved back a meter from the car door.
" I like obedient men. The longer you take to obey me, the faster you die. " he threatened the man.
Killing innocents ?
Such things do not exist in the real world.
The men whom the corrupt party leader called tonight are all rotten in one way or another.
However, it's not the same for the driver. He could be someone who came in for the money, and will get disposed of after Vikram was killed. At least, the party leader's plan must have been like this.
Yet, Vikram gave this guy the benefit of doubt.
If he obeys, the man would survive. After all, Vikram needs someone to spread word of what happened tonight.
Vikram may not need any recognition or hype, but this avatar needs it.
He needs to be the grim reaper in the eyes of the public, at least those who are willing to buy and sell with him.
Now that the minister has volunteered so eagerly, he could not ignore such a chance.
The man got out of the car.
" Go open the door. " Vikram told him.
The door was still open after the commotion, as there was a shoe stuck in the door.
He opened the door to the building.
It was surprisingly empty, save for a luxurious sofa set.
The driver walked in front of Vikram, as they moved from one place to another.
There were no more men in the house.
" Are you going to tell anyone what happened here ? " Vikram asked the man.
The man shook his head, bowing more and more, reassuring Vikram he would never ever tell anyone what happened here even under duress.
" The car is yours if you want to drive it away. " Vikram told the man.
The driver's eyes gleamed.
After all, the car doesn't belong to him now, but he knows people who could change the appearance of this car.
Since the senator is already dead, there won't be anyone looking for this car any time soon.
The driver took the keys, and walked away happily.
Vikram had been walking with his toes.
Not a single step appeared on the bloody floor where he walked, while the driver's footprints marked beginning to the end.
Vikram walked straight into the bathroom, took a shower, then changed into a cleaner sweatpants.
This bedroom opens into the balcony.
He jumped high and vanished into the night sky with a single step.
The next customer is waiting.
What Vikram did not notice was that the driver came back.
He scoured the house from the top to bottom, trying to look for any relevant treasures.
Unfortunately for the driver, the minister had set a safety timer for his actions.
Once he does not return or call this phone number in a set time, another man will lodge the police complaint immediately, calling the police here.
A minute after Vikram took off into the night sky, the street is filled up with sounds of blue and red.
The driver was caught as suspect of the minister's murder.
After all, it's easier to believe a man had killed people than a monster.
Before the police could even take their first tea break on the site, the media arrived.
However, Obul Reddy was not the first or last minister to have arranged for the sale of gene modification. He was merely the greediest.
The other ministers who were looking at his brutal death sighed in their hearts.
Yet, none of them withdrew. They confirmed with the army once and again that there is some kind of reward for going into the dungeons and killing animals. It is similar to gaining superpowers.
On top that, now that they see the morbid scene of their colleagues' death, it is all too clear that the man who killed them was too strong.
They don't have the guts to call off the trade they made with such a powerful person. If anything, it's best to win over such a person, as soon as possible.
Thus, before Vikram even figured out the direction he could land from on the third client, the third client had prepared gold, cryptocoin, and cash.
This was also a politician, just as rotten as previous. Probably ! Vikram thought.
This guy had a good reputation. As minister of agriculture, he availed full benefits for his land he could get from the government.
He owned stakes in a gigantic food making company which is very relevant to today's society.
Hundred million rupees is easy to gather for this guy.
" Sir ! There is some little extra for you here. How about we make friends? " The man asked obsequiously.
" Not making friends tonight. " Vikram answered heartlessly, before leaving with his payment.
It seems what he did had been spread through his clientele.
Hopefully, no other would think of repeating the stupid party leader's decision.
After this politician, it was the turn of the local real estate tycoon.
He offered gold, in the form of jewelry, Vikram accepted.
The next five people all were local tycoons. They all offered gold, as was the norm for most elite families.
However, in one or two families, he noticed the traces of people moving back or moving away, as if they had planned an ambush, but did not get the time to act upon it.
Vikram remembered the smells of all these people.
No matter how much they tried to hide, these men had a smell of blood upon them.
Vikram was sure that as soon as he turned his back, they would exert all of their power to further their territory.
As biased as it sounds, Vikram did not intend to kill this man immediately. After all, there is nothing worse than not having any leadership during a crisis. This one belongs to the ruling party. On top of that, this guy is the one floating the cash. Too many people are looking for him at any time for Vikram to take action without repercussions.
Thus, he remembered the smells of all the men present.
They better not get caught in the wild.
With those vindictive thoughts, he moved on to his next destination.
It's a white guy. Till he has seen scott fischer, Vikram thought all foreigners, i.e. the ambassadors returned to their home countries.
Seems one still remains here.
Is he leaving in a private jet or something, Vikram wondered for a moment.
All the same, Scott was most happy to be able to buy this modification. After all, the American government is still hogging everything for military usage.
Buying a genetic modification in the USA would have been impossible for someone like Scott, even with his financial means. Now, fortunately, he's in India, thus was able to buy one.
The money cost to charter a flight across continents is nothing compared to that.
Scott paid in bitcoin for the modification, with no witnesses of any kind.
Thus, Vikram flew to his last and most mysterious buyer ever, the Chinese guy.