It was already dark but there was no difference outside the city between day and night. The street lights made it appear like it was still daytime. But Marx knew better. It was already past midnight.
His destination was towards a restaurant with a bar. Its name was Creed Restaurant and Bar. It was one of the largest but not tallest building in the city. Marx walked into the restaurant wearing the full body suit. It felt awkward walking this way but it was not that he had a choice.
He could not afford to risk showing his face to anyone. He did not stop at the receptionist and instead of heading towards the elevator he went to the stairs. Instead of climbing upwards, he started descending.
Though, no one stopped him. If he showed any sign of hesistation, he would get kicked out. He descened to the ground floor but he knew that this was not the end. There was an elevator. Different from the one heading upwards or downwards.
This one only had one direction, it usually went to the hidden floors of the building or say the Viper's Creed. Marx opened the elevator and descended to the very bottom. He knew exactly what would happen after the door opened. He had scanned thermal radiation. There were ten masked men armed and pointing at the elevator.
His gun appeared in his hands as he tuned it to 360⁰. The door opened and before it was fully opened,he had already fired. By the time those waiting for him on the other side began to fire, he was already clinging on the roof of the elevator. The bullets shot at the walls of the elevator.
There was an explosion as the group of ten was blown up to pieces. Marx then landed on the ground and walked through the broken floor and the dead bodies. It was like a cave and it was dark. He showed no remorse when it came to people dared to threaten his life.
He again requested for a scan of thermal radiation and he could see a group of twenty approaching his direction. He could not help but wonder if this was the test. But he coud not care about killing people who were pointing their guns at him.
He tuned the gun to 90⁰ and marched forward. When the group of twenty was within the range of his bullets, he fired. He did not stop or pause and his bullets were relentless. They did not get the chance to fire and those who did missed because of their inacurracy or because of the fact that he could see the bullets trajectories.
As he reached the 100 meter mark, the cave lit up. There was a door that opened for him. Marx walked through the door as his gun disappeared. He appeared in an open space.
It was like a hall about fifty meters long and wide. But there were over two hundred masked people all on their knees pointing their guns at him. Without warning, they all started firing.
Marx couldn't understand why they were attacking him and they were all deadpan at killing him. Was this how they always welcomed their guests? He guesssed something was wrong but since they threatened his life, he was not going to spare them.
At least they could have told him to drop his weapons but they just started firing without giving him a reason or warning. He sighed and quickly activated backthrust and he vanished in the air. The guys who were firing saw their enemy disappear and they stopped firing.
They looked around but they did not see him. None of them thought of looking up and this was enough time for Marx as the gun appeared in his hands fully charged. He tuned to 360⁰and fired.
The good thing with this gun was the fact that it produced no sound. They realized that they were under attack too late as the bullet fell in the middle of them all. The explosion caused the room to shake and at least 50 died with just that one attack.
Marx then tuned to 90⁰ and started firing at the fallen soldiers. He only knew a single rule when it came to enemies. Show no mercy to them. He fired the first ten bullets and killed ten peope. At the moment, he had already killed 90 of them since entering.
"Stop! Stop! Its misunderstanding! Stop!" It was then someone came running. Marx pointed his gun towards the incoming man who was panting his tongue out. He was not wearing a mask like the ones on the ground. Marx pointed his gun at him and the man raised his hands
"Its a misunderstanding. Please do not take our men. I will explain to you. Just come down and I will explain. Please, I am the manager of this organization. I mean it, no one will hurt you. Just stop," the man said.
Marx's gun disappeared and he released Halo Steps and landed next to the man.
" This way please. Our offices are this way," the man said ushering Marx to the direction
Marx followed him and they came to another place. Was this place a maze? He followed into the office written 'The Manager's Office'. Marx at least confirmed that the guy was not lying.
The man sat behind the desk and ushered Marx to sit down. Beads of sweat merging together and dripping down as he wiped it with his long sleeve shirt.
"Will you not explain what is happening? I don't remember having any grudges with you," Marx said coldly as the man shivered.
"Here is the thing. We are under constant threats from our opposing organization. We received a tip that they would be sending someone to come and stir trouble for us. We had to take defensive measure against the threat.
" When someone unfamiliar walked in, we dispatched the units to take him out. But just now, we have learnt that the person who has been sent was killed outside the restaurant just few minutes ago. That is when we realized that we had our guns pointed at the wrong guy.
"We ask you to receive our apologies and do not try to take us out again," the man said after catching his breath fast. Marx chuckled at the explanation. Here he thought that it was a test. He had even taken it as a life and death situation.
But he had to react so or else he would have been killed.
"I see, interesting," Marx said scratching his chin. Due to his suit, even his heat signatures could not be scanned. Even his mask hid him from the scanners that and those who tried to scan for his face from outside the mask.
"So, elder, what is it that you want us to do for you? You did not come to give us a mission right?" The manager said with a shiver as he remembered the number of bodies killed by this elder in less than five minutes. Not to count the damage done.
"Oh, about that. I wanted to join you organization," Marx went directly to the point. The manager looked at him and scratched his ears because he could not believe that he had heard that right. Why could an elder of his caliber want to join an organization? He could just do as he wanted...
"May I ask your reasons?" The manager asked. Marx did not think much about it and replied directly.
"First, I can join any organization I want. I chose you because you are compatible with me but I don't mind joining any other organization. If you think I am not worthy, I will just find the other organization who are willing to take me in," Marx said in a dominant tone.
He had the system adjust his voice so it would sound like an older man. When the manager heard his words, he understood. Marx could just go to their opposing organization and join them. He would then come back to wipe them all.
It was like blackmail. But even the manager would only be having a death wish if he dared to turn Marx down because he was not the actual leader. Marx knew this and he knew that he did not need to do those test for him to join them anymore. He already had a platform.
"You really want to join our organization? That is an honour for us. We have not had any great fighters who have shown interest in joining us. We are delighted to have you express your desire to join The Viper's Creed.
"I would just like you to fill this form and give us your details. After that you will be given a Bronze card to show your rank. After you accomplish missions, you will get your rank raised. The Bronze card will be given to you after you accomplish the first mission. Other questions will be answered via a computer," the manager said.
Marx wrote the details including his fake name and address and other requirements. Then he was given a screen tablet to fill in the mission preferences.
[What is your preferred assassination:
1.Any mission is fine with me_
2. I like to kill only bad guys_
3. Its fun killing innocents_]
Mrx raised his brows when he saw this. He had not taken into account that there are those who would pay for one to kill an innocent guy. He realized that they were trying to gauge his personality. He sighed
and tapped the second number.
[How many people have you killed?
1. Less than 1_
2. Less than 50_
3. More than 100_]
Marx answered by pressing the third answer. Then a new page appeared.
[Could you give an exact number?]
Marx raised his brow once again but he still answered.
[At least 250]
The manager who had been asking questions felt his body shiver. This elder was more indomitable. He could not doubt it. The fifty extra were among his men. Then came the last question.
[What is your assassin's name?]
Marx had been waiting for this part and he typed with a smile that could not be seen outside the mask.
The manager looked at the name and felt a cold sweat drip down his back. Some from his armpits trickling down to the waist. The guy was the exact definition of the name from his action. He shivered again as his mind drifted back to the name.
[Angel Of Death]..