[ D day - 3 ] [ 2 H : 56 M : 53 S ] [ State capital H ]
The next destination is five kilometers off, in the overly expensive neighborhood of J-hills, with the politician called Obul Reddy.
He is an old fox, served as minister of finance and minister of revenue, both times, he introduced policies that caused widespread anger in the communities.
After all, in the position of finance minister, he reduced pensions for employees of the state. In the position of later, he removed prohibition to sell alcohol after a long prohibition.
Alcohol is considered part of the meal in western civilization, but it is not so in India. On top of that, traditional drinks have a short storage term, turning them from alcohol to poison in a span of moments.
These drinks are preferred by the blue collar workers, causing a great number of deaths and widespread outrage.
Thus, prohibition was a disputable thing at the time. Yet, this guy had enough guts to choose money over popularity.
Word is he was the de-facto liquor king of the city.
All the same, Vikram stayed steadfast in his cautious checks.
Sure enough, there's a man under the eaves with a sniper rifle.
There was another with guns waiting all around the place.
Vikram silently sneaked behind the man with the sniper rifle.
Ofcourse, through the sky.
All these people with rifles are mercenaries.
He is a measly civilian, despite the improvements to his physique.
He had a bit of fighting experience now. If his fight with a persian guy in the bull dungeon had taught him anything, it's that he was far too green to fight it out with experts.
Thus, he stood back in the air, aimed for the man's head, and shot a pebble.
The sniper started to move inorder to avoid the projectile without even looking back. His instincts were that sharp.
Vikram gave himself three pats on the back for having been cautious.
As invincible as he is, he still feels pain.
Recovering from an armor piercing bullet, or even from a pellet bullet is mind blowingly painful.
Ideally, he should kill the man, but Vikram did not.
Local leaders do not have international enemies. As such, simple bullets and pistols are enough, if they are trying to imitate the american gangsta … kind of style.
However, even as a complete amateur in the world of guns, he knows a sniper is too valuable.
In a country with such extremely strict gun laws, possessing a sniper is impossible for a smaller force. Vikram did not want to pick a fight with a force that could bring in a sniper.
However, the rest of the men were free game.
When he killed the man holding the gun with a single punch, he did not feel anything.
Vikram pocketed the man's wallet and the gun. He was going to announce the man's death later, in his obituaries website.
It sounded morbid to even think about it, but all the same, he thought such a thing should exist somewhere.
The dead body though, he could just leave it be.
The breakout is going to happen at twelve in the night. The entire city was going to be in uproar. Lot of casualties are going to occur.
Just this one accident will not cause any ripples.
He flew up, and called the senator waiting there for him.
"Sir! Are you sure you are up here without security ? As long as you do not attack me, I do not mean any harm to you, but I must insist in advance. I am not the kind of those who try to double cross me. Are you sure you want me to come for the trade ? " Vikram asked.
The man looked around to all sides frantically, as if he could spot Vikram ever so easily.
Vikram did not move from his position atop the tallest building a hundred meters away.
His eyes have turned golden, with slits in them rather than pupils.
There were no other hot weapons in the house, not a single soldier among the security arranged at the house.
It seems this guy had come here, well planned to take his life.
Vikram's smile turned feral.
All the same, time for the show.
Vikram landed in front of the man, retreated his wings first, then turned his camouflage off.
Even without camouflage, Vikram was wearing a mask.
A very simple plain white mask, but an eerie mask all the same.
He lifted his hand to show the gene modification.
" Silver skin gene modification. Reduces damage of normal bullets by fifty percent, stops the animal attacks from penetrating inside seventy five percent of the time. Your skin will be as hard as silver. At least a creature of some power is needed for you to die. " Vikram expounded.
The man rushed to grab the gene modification.
Vikram swung his hand away from the man.
" Money first, delivery later. " he said simply, looking at the fifty year old man in front of him.
"Fine. Money first. Money first. " The man mumbled, handing over a card.
"This young man ! I am wondering, if I am the first you delivered to. It's only five past nine. " The minister said conversationally.
" No, you are the second. " Vikram answered honestly.
Vikram checked the card given.
There was indeed the specified amount of money, in the crypto currency, of solar coin.
Rather than the current trending currencies, Vikram has chosen a relatively new currency, with vast potential for coin release.
He initiated the transfer, and opened his hands to give the gene modifier to the corrupt politician in front of him.
Why did he give out the modification so easily ?
Simple.
This minister could not resist his greed. He has been used to getting money from others his entire life. Where would he be willing to give out cash to another human being? That too, hundred million rupees ?
He will try to attack Vikram, for he wants both that money, and the gene modifier, plus any more gene modifiers Vikram was holding in his hands.
The minister absorbed the gene modifier immediately.
Then, he took a knife, cut his own skin by himself.
The knife could not cut the skin at all.
The party leader smiled, looking up at Vikram. It's the smile that said ' You are now dead meat. '
Vikram smiled back equally ferally, but his expression could not be seen, as he was wearing a mask.
The party leader walked back, as men poured from all the sides.
With a single look, Vikram could tell what sorts of men these are.
They are pot bellied, with strong arms, each having a greedy expression sneering at him, with iron rods, sickles, even an iron chain within them.
Vikram simply jumped.
These men are not good at fighting, they are good at mobbing.
Of all the things Vikram disliked about his own country, mobbing is top third.
With that single jump, he landed near the parapet, but not on it.
There was a hidden steel wire with high-tension current passing through it on the parapet.
It's impossible for a man to be able to see at night.
He simply grabbed the nearest man and threw them at the wires.
The man convulsed, as the electricity almost fried him to death.
He transformed his nails once more, to the pointed sickles that were the butterfly's legs.
On the other side, the thugs of the party leader froze in fear, for they did not expect Vikram to be powerful enough to throw a full grown man at the steel wires.
However, it is only momentary, Vikram knew.
Unlike the movies, Indian or otherwise, most killings of people do not happen in an extended gunfight or fistfight.
They happen by mobbing, outnumbering the other party, by any means possible.
Now, these people out number Vikram by a great deal.
Vikram did not stay still while the thugs were frozen.
He charged to the left most corner, beheading the man in one motion, following it up with another beheading through the half whirl motion.
By now, the men had become aware, so the ones behind pushed the ones in front towards Vikram, while they themselves chose to run to the stairs.
Unfortunately for these thugs, Vikram's reflexes far outshine their own.
Vikram avoided the man who fell towards him, while he cut off his spine with a simple stab of his nails.
He jumped on the back of the deadman, avoiding the next one falling towards him from his right.
Vikram bent down, stabbed in and pulled out with his sickle like claws.
These claws are shaped like crescents.
They are sharp, both on the inside, outside, and at their tip.
If one does not know how to fight with these crescents, they could never realize their potential.
After all, it is not the common stab of the dagger.
Instead, you poke in like a needle. Position the crescent underneath the spine, then pull it out like you do a thread cutter.
An action that sounds brutal, yet, surprisingly helpful for vikram. He was unable to see faces of any of the men he killed, only their backsides.