"Oh my god!" One of the girls screamed and others immediately ran to her side. They saw corpses of the punks lying on the ground, some of them were only in their underwear and socks, their clothes and shoes lying in a pile to the side.
"You killed them?" Asked the tall blonde looking at Sergei with her huge blue eyes wide with shock.
"No, they all suddenly decided to play "Fortnite" in real life and killed each other. Of course I killed them, don't ask stupid questions!" Sergei sighed and looked at the girls. "Don't worry… Soon Gautier will throw them into recycling pit after searching them first. Gautier is this little pervert'." He added and pointed at the guy standing awkwardly beside him.
"And that's his brother over there with a laptop, his name's…" Only now Sergei realized that he didn't know the younger brother's name.
"Just call him Kid… and he's also a pervert." He summed after a little thinking.
"Boss! Why you do this to me!"
"And who was peeping at the girls using such interesting angles, huh?" His Boss answered while doing his best to hold his laughter. "Alice, give the girls some food and let them pick their own clothes or else I won't be able to stop myself from laughing at their appearance. And make sure our old professor treats that girl, okay?" By "that girl" he meant the unconscious girl who was at the brink of death from starvation.
"Yes, Boss!"
"Right. I'm getting back to work." As the man was about to teleport to the punks' camp he was suddenly stopped.
"Boss! What are we supposed to do with them?" The "kid" asked and pointed at the tied up but still alive punks.
"Hm, whoever manages to kill one of them will receive my blessing and I will also teach that person how to fight. If they are still alive by the time I'm back I won't blame you, I'll just kill them myself. The likes of them do not deserve to live. That's it, I'm leaving! Girls tell the kid everything you know about their camp and he'll report it to me…"
Sergei returned to the real world and instantly started teleporting anything useful to his haven. Even the smallest piece of junk could give him haven XP so he was going to take everything!
"Boss I learn useful information, with those you kill, there thirty more punks but most of them are on hunt!"
"You know, I'm not a Superman, one bullet would be enough to end my life. Find out where they keep their supplies and equipment and make sure that there's not much of a risk involved." All this time he acted so cocky only because of his haven but as the saying goes: "better safe than sorry".
"Boss! I find, their weapons is on second floor and there is their boss too. On first floor there is also toilet, garage and storage rooms left that you didn't check still."
"Roger that. Lead me to the storage rooms. Ha-ha, finders keepers, losers weepers! Their storages are probably huge!"
"Yes, Boss."
Once he finished with robbing the "hobby room", our marauder and now a part time kidnapper headed to the storage rooms and reached his destination in only half a minute. There was no one guarding the room, the door wasn't even locked. It seemed like their boss was so sure of himself that he never even considered that there would be anyone foolish enough to steal from him… Or some idiot just forgot to lock the door.
"Hey, kid, do you see this?"
"Yeah…"
"Ha, that's what I call a treasury!" The marauder exclaimed looking around a huge storage room filled with various goods.
The room was filled with so many different kinds of goods from foodstuff to household chemicals and alcohol! There were also a lot boxes with labels of different shops - those were probably hunter-punks' loot. There even were a few containers with boxes inside but unfortunately the system didn't allow him to teleport those containers…
In twenty minutes Sergei was lying on the floor of a completely empty storage. He was completely drenched in sweat but was smiling from ear to ear from happiness. Meanwhile his haven turned from a beautiful meadow in the middle of the woods to a huge outside storage area.
"Boss, someone move in the hallway!"
"Damn it, I just wanted some time to catch my breath!" The Boss got up hastily and pulled out his gun with a silencer.
(fr) "Why the hell the boss demanded a tuna pasta all of a sudden? How am I supposed to find tuna?… There are hell of a lot of boxes in there!" A young blue haired punk grumbled under his nose while walking down the hallway.
"Knock-knock, motherfucker!" Being led by the "kid", Sergei jumped from around the corner and punched the punk in the face, then with his next move he kneed him in the ribs and finished the fight with the uppercut. However, it turned out that the punk already passed out just after the first punch… 16 points of strength were no joke.
"Here, kid, I got you another present. Tell the girls to take a "good care" of him." The newbie kidnapper sent now tied up punk into his haven.
"Now lead me to the garage." He ordered quietly and left the storage room, it turned out that the garage wasn't that far.
"Boss, there one guard inside, he guard the mechanic his name Louis, girls say he prisoner. It really light there so be careful."
"So what if it's lighter in there? Do I look like a ninja to you? Why would I prefer darkness? For your information, I don't even see that well in the dark. In which direction is he?"
"Forward."
Sergei thought long and hard about how to kill the punk quickly and without making much noise but at the end he just barged into the room and shot his victim in the back of his head.
(fr) "Who are you? Are you going to save me?" Mumbled the old man in overalls. He was covered in motor oil from head to toe and his head was wrapped in bloody bandages. There were two huge bruises under each of his eye - which was a sign that he was probably beaten a lot.
(eng) "I steal from the rich and give it to the poor me. Do you speak English?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me what's the most valuable thing here? And be quick about it - I don't have much time."
"Huh? Yes, of course. But you will get me out of here, right?" The old man pleaded, looking at his savior with puppy-dog eyes. But that didn't really work on Sergei - not anymore.
There were twenty motorbikes of different models, a small van and hell of a lot spare parts in the garage. Unfortunately, it wasn't possible to send the van into his haven, so he had to slash its tires and make the old mechanic to mess up its engine.
"I don't really trust you, so I'm gonna keep you tied up until I decide what to do with you. Meanwhile, you better spend that time thinking how you can be useful to me."
"But…" The old mechanic didn't get to finish and ended up being tied up, a second later he appeared in a huge open storage area…
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(fr) "Where the fuck is Nikolas? I want pasta and tuna!" A tall obese man with thick blue hair sat in a nice chair in front of a tv and watched the "Titanic".
In a luxury room with working electricity, the interior was just as lavish… In the windowless room a huge fabulous chandelier was the only source of light. However comparing the sizes of the chandelier and the room itself, it looked stupid rather than beautiful.
(fr) "Boss… you know what a mess our storage is, it's hard to find anything there… he's probably still going through those boxes." Said a middle-sized man with blue mohawk. There were four people in the room and two of them were the guards armed with FAMAS assault rifles.
(fr) "Then go and help him! And be quick about it, I want my tuna pasta and if I don't get it soon I will cut your hand off, do you understand?"
(fr) "Ye-e-es, Boss!" The punk ran off in a panic.
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"Should I continue or stop? The perfect is the enemy of the good after all, excessive greed never leads to anything good…" Sergei mused heading to the stairs to the second floor.
"Boss, someone coming down the stairs, he have weapon!"
"Copy that." The Boss hid behind the corner waiting for his victim. Suddenly he had an idea… He took a can of spam out of his haven, put it on the floor and hid once again. Soon he heard the sound of descending steps, the punk with blue mohawk was walking in his direction while grumbling something inaudible under his nose.
(fr) "Spam? Is someone stealing the food? Who's got a death wish?!" The guy went closer to the can, slowly picked it up and immediately lost consciousness… When he woke up later, he found himself tied up and surrounded by girls armed with baseball bats…
The dining area, break rooms, workplaces, the weaponry and the aquarium - yes, the aquarium(!) were located on the second floor. The aquarium was filled with live seafood when the store was still open, but now the punks used it to store their water supply. Well, that was according to the girls.
"Boss, there two guards ahead with machine guns. They look your direction, you can't go not noticed."
"Well, damn it…" Sergei returned to the haven and immediately went to his laptop. Two punks were armed with machine guns and dressed in an army armor, the only signs of them being punks were their color decorated armor and helmets covered with some genitalia graffitis.
"Screw them! But it's also dangerous to let them live…"
After some serious thinking, Sergei took a gas canister and poured it on half of the second and the entirety of the first floor, he even put a few canisters - one by the stairs, one in the hallway and one in the sales area for greater efficiency, then he lit the fuse and ran off as fast as he could.
"Nice!" The man sighed contentedly, standing in front of a building that burned like a thirty year old virgin upon seeing naked Angelina Jolie in his bed.
The arsonist smiled from ear to ear: he got a mountain of treasure, messed with the bad guys and his haven received a shit ton of experience! But most importantly - he got away with all of that.
Bang! A gun went off, followed by a few obscenities.
"Motherfucker! That hurt! Who the fuck did that?!" A bullet hit Sergei in his right shoulder - but thankfully it passed through. It wasn't a first time he's been shot, so he quickly rolled over and hid behind a nearby car.
(fr) "Bastard, bastard, BASTARD!" Two meters tall burning body came running from the burning supermarket; the human torch cussed and screamed from pain and fired in arsonist's direction until he ran out of ammo.
(fr) "Please… I don't wanna die!" The body screamed and wailed in agony, but soon fell on the ground and stopped moving.
"I was careless… Sergei, you're an idiot! You never learn!" The wounded man mumbled while hastily fleeing the area. He hid in the nearby building and quickly teleported back to his haven.
"Boss!!! Are you injured???" As soon as Sergei appeared on a meadow he was immediately approached by worried Alice with a first aid kit in her hands. The kid saw their Boss being shot and immediately told the girl.
"Don't yell like that! You almost deafened me… Do you see all this blood? Well that means that I am indeed injured! Bandage it up quickly! The bullet went straight through. Hurry up, until the painful shock is gone!"
"Yes!" Alice treated the wound and bandaged it up. While she was at it they were approached by the girls - specifically five girls, more specifically - five creatures covered in blood from head to toe.
"You look like you just sacrificed a virgin, bathed in her blood and summoned the devil." Sergei joked through his pain.
"We… we did it…" Said the redhead pointing at the pile of bodies that looked like they were beaten to death.
"It would've been easier to just shoot them, you know?"
"We let our emotions take over… And we didn't have a gun." The blonde answered this time.
"Well that's why women should have no place in military! A woman with a gun is a dangerous creature, but a woman with a gun during PMS… No mercy for the enemies and the allies. Okay, I'm just joking - you did a great job, go clean yourselves and have a rest. Alice, cook something delicious for dinner, we have all kinds of delicious things now!"
"Yes, Boss!"
"I wouldn't recommend it!" They heard old Mark's voice who limped closer accompanied by Gautier - he wouldn't have walked even a ten meters distance without his help.
"Afraid that I would grow a huge ass? Don't worry, I've got a good metabolism!" Sergei smirked.
"That's not what I meant, Boss. Have you not noticed how quickly I recovered?"
"So what? Maybe you are a reptiloid in disguise and you have a lizard's healing factor - cut your hand off and the new one will grow in a minute?"
"It's all about the potatoes!" The old man exclaimed, shocking Sergei and the girls who were still nearby.
"Well usually it's us Russians that are accused of all sorts of absurdities, but never potatoes." Sergei kept joking but he knew what the old man meant. Both the pond and his potatoes - were magical!
"Your potatoes are very nutritious and quickly restore all of the body's vital forces." Old Mark stated, completely ignoring a good joke.
"In other words, you are telling me I should only eat potatoes?"
"I recommend that…" He frowned uncertainly. "You'll heal quicker that way."
"Then everyone's eating potatoes, we'll throw a feast only when I'm better - period! Can I have some alcohol though?"
"I wouldn't recommend it…"
"Fuck! And no one's drinking until I'm better, is that understood?"
No one answered.
"I do not hear the answer."
"Yes, Boss!" Everyone who spoke English answered at the same time.
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The person who had been lying in wait in the building across the supermarket took out his radio and contacted his boss.
"Do you read me?"
"This is the HQ. Report." A lazy voice came out of the speaker.
"Something unexpected happened. The Blue-Headed Gang's base is destroyed, the number of survivors is unknown. Their Boss is dead, their camp burned to the ground."
"…Are you on drugs or something?" The man on the other side of the speaker barely squeezed his words out from shock.
"The target entered the building and returned in an hour with a gas canister in hands. He lit the fuse then moved a safe distance away. Soon after that the blue-heads' boss came running from the burning building, started an indiscriminate fire and shot our target in the shoulder before dying. The target retreated into an abandoned building and never showed up since." The person continued his report ignoring the shouts and questions from the other side.
"Supplies…? What about supplies?! There were mountains upon mountains of provision!!!" The person on the other end shouted and by the desperation in his voice, he was almost on the verge of tears.
"I have no way of knowing, the whole building is on fire." The spy answered serenely.
"Useless!! Find out the condition of supplies A.S.A.P.!!!"
"Copy that. As soon as the fire goes out, I'll do just that."
"YOU!!!" The man on the other side almost bursted from the anger.
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The remainder of the day was hard and painful. Old Mark put some stitches on Boss' wound and the brothers almost dyed while carrying all of the dead bodies to the pit. Meanwhile new girls were settling down; after finding some decent clothes they bathed in the pond, then Alice helped them to set up their own tents - however it wasn't easy to find an empty space. The haven turned into a junkyard! The old mechanic was given some food but was still tied up - Sergei didn't really have time to deal with him, but Louis wasn't complaining: he was fully sated plus no one was beating him!
The morning went routinely for Sergei: Alice woke him up and tried to help him "relax" in their favorite way, then came breakfast. Alice's son turned from the skinny little skeleton into a chubby healthy boy and looked happy and well fed. The girls too looked much better after a good night and a bath.
Near the place where Alice usually cooked Sergei put a few big tables and chairs so they could all eat together - and to get to know each other better.
"Boss…"
"Yes, Alice?" The injured man asked and stopped eating.
"It became very crowded around here…"
"Yeah, I've noticed… I'm gonna try to figure something out."
(rus) "I remember there was a possibility to expand the haven, but how much is it gonna cost me?" Sergei thought out loud as per usual but as he was speaking Russian no one understood him… almost no one.
(eng) "Boss?" The blonde asked.
(fr) "Never mind, he thinks out loud sometimes due to the trauma." Alice explained without even looking up; it was a common occurrence for her.
(fr) "Is our Boss Russian?"
(fr) "Yes, his name is Sergei."
(fr) "It must be hard for him to be away from home in times like these…" Said the tallest girl in the group with long dark hair.
(fr) "I've never noticed our Boss having any problems with that. He's not the one to dwell on something - he only ever moves forward, like a bulldozer." Even though Alice haven't spent that much of a time with Sergei, that was more than enough for her to understand him as a person and begin to admire him.
(fr) "Alright! It's time to work." Alice stated and stood up. "First we need to sort out basic necessities while Boss takes care of additional space."
Alice organized the girls and they all got to work, meanwhile Sergei was already sitting behind his computer and going through his mail.
"Subject: Report of Receipt.
You invited three survivors into your haven and they agreed to live by your rules. Your haven received 30 XP."
"Subject: Report of Receipt.
The haven received a washing machine… an electric shaver… a smartphone…
For bringing those items, your haven received 35 XP."
"Subject: Report of Receipt.
…..
For bringing those items, your haven received 25 XP."
"Subject: Report of Receipt.
The haven received 20 motorcycles of various models; The haven received spare parts:… … …
For bringing those items, your haven received 110 XP."
"Subject: Report of Receipt.
…..
For bringing those items, your haven received 55 XP."
"Subject: Report of Receipt.
…..
For bringing those items, your haven received 20 XP."
"Subject: Report of Receipt.
You invited nine survivors into your haven and they agreed to live by your rules. Your have received 90 XP."
"Subject: Level up.
Congratulations! Your haven reached level 6! You get a discount coupon for any product from the store as a reward!"