"Watch my back and I will watch yours." There was no need for more words. That was their slogan. Ever since they decided to get their revenge they had been taking down the enemy territories one by one.
At the moment, they were currently at a warehouse. It was around 100 meter long and 50 meters wide. There were many things in this warehouse that should have been put6dated for example the vehicle with a Lamborghini signature.
There were also truck and different types of cars. Also choppers and tractors. Just what were they trying to accomplish by still having this ancient tech? But today was the day for their loss.
There had been a transaction going on and surprisingly they were using a wrong currency. A dollar. Rather than Alms. Alms was the new currency of the Empire. Abbreviated as A.
There was a group of almost 100 from each party. One side all wearing black while the other side they were wearing white. They wore black sunglasses and the guards all had machine guns or pistols. Again with the ancient technology.
Whatever was being exchanged was hidden in the briefcase with the man in black. The transaction was just about to take place when the two blew the doors open. The two traders looked at each other cautiously and they determined that these two were not hired by either of them but an enemy.
"Fire," the two holding briefcases said and their men all turned to the two incoming guys. They both were wearing the cone shaped hats and black robes. One of them had a sword on his waist he did not want to draw and his partner had two pistols on his waist.
Gunshots rang as bullets rained at the two incoming assassins. It went for few seconds and their mags had been wrung dry. Silence reigned as the two bosses looked at each other. A cloud of smoke appeared to cover the entrance.
"Did you get them?" The one with white suit asked.
"There was no way they would survive that," the other boss in black said.
" Alrighty, then lets finish our transaction," the man in white said and the other man in black laughed and opened his briefacase.
It was then the sound of a sword being sheathed permeated to their ears. They had not heard the drawing of the sword and it was obvious that he was sheathing his sword loudly on purpose.
As the smoke cleared, one could see two unaffected men still marching forward. When the two came into their vision clearly, they two bosses exclaimed in unison. They were sure that this was their last day.
"The assassins Dan!" They did not have to tell their men to fire as more gunshots rang. But this time they saw it clearly. The guy with the sword seemed to just unsheath his sword around five millimeters but the bullet was cut into half.
Then he drew his sword out fully and held it with both hands. The hundreds of bullets did not even stand a chance as the sword sliced them in symmetrical pieces. The guy with the pistols did not even raise his head and his hands remained in six position.
The guards seeing that guns were not working and they had already wasted the second magazine felt their world tearing apart. None of them had ever seen someone meet a bullet with a sword. Especially not hundred of bullets from machine guns.
Before they could change the magazine once again, the guy with the pistols stepped forward. It appeared like his pistols flew into his hands on their own but it was just that his speed was unmatched.
He started marching forward without minding the cover of the swordsman. He pulled the triggers and bullets shot from the nozzles. Everyone with a normal brain could tell that he did not aim at them but the truth was bare for them to see as bullets shot at the heads of two dropping them dead.
More men dropped and by the time they had managed to fire their bullets once again, it was easy to tell that around 30 men had been dropped dead. They fired thinking that he was open but they were about to be met by the shock of their lives.
Bullets met bullets and he was not hurt by a single bullet. Instead some of his bullets seemed to find way vet6ween the rain of bullets without colliding and more men dropped dead.
This time, the swordsman held his sword tight and charged forward at speed they could not dream of. They just saw a blur as the swordsman cut his way between the bullets and reached the men who had lined up.
With several strikes, tens of heads were already flying in the air. A single swing took at least five men. They did not take more than a minute before each of them had their last kill.
The swordsman swinged his sword fast such that all the blood on it flew away leaving a black blade with a silver shining sharp edge. He sheathed his sword and and the gunman came to stand besides him. The two bosses were crawling back on sitting on their butts.
They stared at the two with horrified eyes not believing it. A pistol and a sword. It was impossible for someone with a sword to take down a group of people with machine guns. The same way as it was for one with a pistol.
The pistol man shot the two men dead and did not even interrogate them. The bosses never got the chance to plead for mercy as they were too shaken to do so. The two did not even glance at the bag with the money.
Who had anything to do with dollars? It was even possible for you to get arrested for being spotted with one yet these guys were using them for transactions. Just what was going on in their minds. Instead they took the other briefcase and nodded at each other.
***
"Boy, you mean that you do not know who the assassin Dan is?" He asked just to confirm for like the hundredth time.
"Listen old man. I don't care who you were but I think that it better for us to get back into bussiness. You introduced yourself as assassin Dan but I am not sure if I should introduce myself as an assassin or just as the little boy I am in your eyes?" Marx asked with a thoughtful face.
" Aiyaa... Introduce yourself as both," Dan said but he stood up fast and banged the table. He drew closer and their faces were millimeters away from each other. Dan scrutinized him his eyes half closed. " Did you just say assassin name? You? Haha... Assassin? Haha...Did you intend to make me laugh boy? Very funny."
Marx let out a sigh. Was this man really going to help him? He was acting nothing but a spoiled little boy.
"I just joined The Viper's Creed yesterday. I have not finished a day but I am yet to make myself a name after this mission," Marx said and Dan paused from his laughter.
"What is your mighty assassin's name?" He asked sarcasm laced in his voice.
"Hmph. Soon I will overtake your little name and shine more than you. Watch out for the Angel Of Death in the near future," Marx said confidently. If only he knew that he was already wanted and his head had a price tag on it.
" Haha... The Angel Of Death? Very funny name. You? The Angel...Of.. D...e...a...t...h... Is he not supposed to be an Elder? " Dan asked his voice lowering as he sunk on the coach. " Are you kidding me boy? Are you really the Angel Of Death? Do you know that I can earn 5000A if I take your head?"
Marx was caught off guard by his words. Even his playful smile had disappeared. Was it that there was someone else who had the same name as him? No way his name would be registered if it was already taken.
"What is wrong? Am I already famous? I guess I don't have to work hard then. I can even offer my head and get the money..." Marx said regaining his playful smile. His cold demeanor vanished after he met Mia in the mission.
"Boy, do you know that you just killed two of their best assassins? You killed Free Wind and Strange Viper. The two are supposed to be almost getting membership cards," Dan said but instead of seeing terrified look from Marx, he was even smiling.
"Do you just realize how dire of a situation you are in? Are you not afraid I will end you here now?" Dan asked but his words were like a comedy to Marx.
" I don't know if I can beat you now but I am not sure that there are many out there who can catch me. Even you will have to go through great lengths if you think that you can catch me. I am confident in escaping from you," Marx said and Dan looked at him with a raised brow.
" You really are not scared? And you still want to undertake the mission they gave you? Could it be that you have had a head accident recently?" Dan asked disbelieving. Why was the boy this fearless? It just made his blood boil with excitement. It seemed that a storm was brewing. One he could not escape.
" Let's talk about the Mafia organization. I only wanted to take out one person but now I want to wipe it all out. Are you willing to do it with me? I think it can help in fighting your inner demons. Assassin Dan, I know that the two of us can take down the organization. Lets form a partnership," Marx said and stretched his hand.
Dan looked at him and closed his eyes... Remembering...