"Take me to the Black Oracle," he said. The driver raised his brow and looked back at Marx.
"Boy, do you know what the place is about? You should not go to that place. No matter your status, they will not go easy on visitors," the driver said.
" I have never once in my life used my status. I have my own strength to depend on," he said and the driver just sighed.
" You are but a kid. You still have a long way to go till you can be independent. Just dont go to those part of the city. Even cab shuttles are in danger there," the driver tried to pursuade Marx.
" Just drive me there. Nothing will happen," he said and the driver sighed. He had already accepted the money he had overcharged Marx. He started the shuttle and drove forward.
Hours later, the situation of the city started changing. The areas became sparse and there were only at most ten people walking at a whole distance of 100 meters. The walls seemed to have not been renovated any time soon.
There were trash cans on the alleyways and one could see rats and racoons. Strangely, they were the only can shutle in these regions. The buildings were not as tall and the highest at most was of twenty floors. There were less open shops and hotels.
But one could not miss the numerous amounts of bars in these regions. Not to mention the groups all clad in black with masks that were smoking just along the roads or in the alleyways.
Not only smoking but also different powders that they kept sniffing. The driver called it Coca. It was found in one of the planets conquered and it was realized that it had similar effects as cocaine only that it was stronger and more potent.
Only a drop of the powder was enough to have you high for a whole two days as beginners. An overdose could kill you in seconds. The driver said that no drug was legal other than alcohol.
Marx on their way saw some fallen people on the streets. Those who walked just showed past them. Some of them were girls lying almost fully naked. Still no one was concerned. There were also some groups beating someone.
The Black Oracle could be said to be the Ghetto of the Oracle City. Marx learnt that the local officers had failed to keep order in these regions and given up on them. This was to mean that this was an uncivilized region.
Marx also noted that most of them did not have the wrist watches. This was to mean that their actions were untraceable. It was then he realized that these people had a way of removing the wrist watches.
The drivers seemed to already getting tensed up. The regions they were approaching were getting slightly cleaner and the people seemed to increase but not just normal people.
Many were youths black bandanas with stars on them. They seemed to stare at the shuttle for long. No shuttle ever came to these regions. This just showed how much the driver was risking with this trip.
They all seemed to wonder who this brave driver was who dared come these regions. Only their bosses and officials were allowed to drive. Yet a random cab driver dared to come here.
"We are dead," the driver said in panic.
"Just fear nothing. Whoever dares stand in my way is nothing but dead meat," Marx said as his eyes flashed with a white light.
The driver saw this through the rear view mirror and he felt a shiver run down his spine.
He could not understand where he felt as such when the boy spoke. He was just a boy... Well it did not take long before they were stopped. A group of ten stood before them. Each one of them had a weapon. Either a dagger, a pistol, machete or even machine guns.
To think that they would deteroriate to this level. This place was just lawless. Do whatever you want and respect whoever is stronger than you. The cab came to a gliding halt and stopped twenty meters away from them.
These weapons they were using were supposed to have been outdated but it seemed that they had created these weapons for themselves. Just that their innovations were being used in the wrong way.
When the cab stopped, the ten started walking towards them. The driver was already shaking. He showed hesitation whether he should turn and drive away but he knew that his cab would just get showered with bullets.
The incoming group was made up of three girls and the rest were guys. But it was the girls with the machine guns. Just who had given dangerous weapons to dangerous weapons? The driver sighed and pressed a button at the dashboard.
It opened up and two similar pistols appeared on the dashboard. The pistols seemed to be like those of the past the same as that Marx had picked but they had two different factors.
One being the bullets. The bullets were made of a new metal that had been discovered in one of the planets. The factor about the metal was that it was poisonous. Just one shot was enough to kill you if no medical assistance was provided.
The second factor was about the range. These bullets could shoot up to a distance of 500 meters accurately withoit losing their momentum. They had high resistance to friction. As long as your shot was perfect, it was impossible to miss.
The driver picked the two pistols and looked at Marx.
"Listen boy, you are going to pay me twice after this," the driver said as he walked out. He stood beside the cab and stretched. His eyes flashed with a cold glint as be removed the safety and started walking towards the group.
The pistols spinned on his index fingers. When the ten saw the driver coming at them, the girls opened fire and started shooting. The driver leaped sideways and then rolled forward as the bullets missed him.
He squatted and fired two shots from each hand taking down two men and two girls each with a headshot. There were only two people remaining who had dangerous weapons. One was the gril with a machine guy and a guy with a pistol.
The driver then flipped forwards as the bullets missed him and he rolled sideways the bullets coming at his direction where he had just been an instant before. He reached the pavement and started running forward towards them.
He even ran on the walls and when he jumped from the wall, he jumped over six meters high and appeared behind the the six. They had just paused as he flew above them and appeared behind them.
They did not even react as he fired six shots behind their heads. They all dropped dead as the driver spinned the pistols on his index fingers and started walking back. He jumped sideways and faced backwards and another group of five girls with machine guns appeared.
The driver shot at them as he flew backwards. The bullets tore through the air and each aimed at a head. The shocking fact was that he never seemed to aim at any of them. Yet, none of the bullets failed to hit the head of the target.
He fell on his back and glided on the ground. He did a backflip and bent one hand still on the ground. It was then his full body was into view. He had been wearing a cap that hid most of his facial features. He had been wearing an old brown coat that made him appear older.
He did not open his eyes fully as he spoke to Marx which made his eyes appear sunken. It was then his face came to view. He was a man in his mid thirties. His beards were scattered and his black hair fell over to his face.
He raised his head fast and his hair fell behind him revealing his pale green eyes. It was then that he removed the coat and revealed the grey suit. The pants strapped to the shoulders then a grey minicoat.
There was a belt on his waist and on it were two pistols on each side of the waist. These pistols were much different from the ones he just used. Even more sophisticated. He was wearing black leather shoes and black socks.
Anyone who existed around 50 years ago would recognize him. But all those who could recognize him were all dead with few remaining. Because of who he was. Every Marcenary or assassin organization would recognize him. He was even rumoured to be dead after he suddenly disappeared.
Yet he had just made his presence known once again. He once made people tremble when they heard his name. His name? The assassin Dan. He was the only one who used his original name as an assassin's name.
Due to circumstances, he stopped killing and became a cab driver for the past 50 years. Who could have thought that after all this time, he would meet an interesting boy who made him reveal his identity? Something about the boy reminded him of someone.
Fearless and firm with his words. One who could make his hair rise just from a single word. He walked back to the cab but around twenty more youths appeared. He sighed as he changed the mags in the pistols and turned to face the incoming twenty.
They came firing at him from a distance but they were still newbies with no power given overpowered weapons to them thus they lost accuracy. Dan started marching forward. He fired bullets without even evading.
Evade? Why did he have to when he could just shoot the bullets? The twenty fell one by one and even as he changed the mags of the pistols, it happened in a split second. They stood no chance at all. He did not walk more than five meters as they were all dead with shots at the head.
That was his assassin's signature. Headshots. He walked back to the cab and took his seat and looked at Marx. His eyes showed anger but when he looked into Marx's eyes, all he saw was the interested gaze.
"I knew that you were not as simple. I guess I made the right choice picking you," Marx said and the driver's eye's shone with a different light. A complicated one to begin with.