"I'm sorry too!"

"Who's in charge?"

I walk up to the kneeling guy with my mask on.

The thug in the generator room looks at the short guy.

"So it's you!"

The short guy looks at me in fear, "You'll regret this."

"Regret? That word isn't in my dictionary."

"Don't you know how powerful we are?" the short guy says in terror.

"Really? Tonight I killed 53 of you, all by myself!"

"Oh shit, you're the demon, the reaper of Tanzande." The short guy's body shakes, he didn't expect that the demon he spoke of is standing right before him.

WHAT?

Duke turns his head to me, "You've got another title?"

"Reaper? I like it!" I draw my pistol, press it against the short guy's forehead, and turn my head towards the thug in the generator room.

He seems to sense my gaze.

The thug awkwardly smiles, "Sorry sir. Can you forgive my impudence?"

"Then what do you need to say?"

"Thank you!"

I move my arm, pull the trigger, bang bang!

The bullets take a life, and the thug falls at the short guy's feet.

"Damn!" The short guy's pupils shrink. Now he knows why I'm called the demon, no, the reaper—there is no mercy before me.

"Answer my question, how much cash is here?"

"Thirteen million!"

That's right, a lot of money, all small bills. FUCK, we can't take it all!

A bag of hundred-dollar bills, one million USD weighs dozens of kilograms.

How heavy would one million in twenties be?

I don't want to calculate.

I look at a woman lying on the ground, wearing a bra and panties, "You, go to the generator room and bring some diesel."

"Oh God! What do you want to do?" the short guy screams.

"You guys, bring over the tote bags stuffed with cash."

Eight tote bags are placed at our feet, Duke opens a bag, looks up at the short guy, "How much is in here?"

"Five hundred thousand dollars per bag."

"Looks like we can only take this much." Duke feels it's a pity, but he understands, it's too much, we can't take it all.

Duke tries lifting two bags, frowning, "It's heavy!"

"Everyone against the wall!" I shoot the short guy dead.

Watching the diesel being poured over all the long tables and tote bags, I grab a roll of cash, light it with a lighter, and toss the burning money onto the tables and pile of bags.

Boom! The diesel ignites, and flames spread throughout the warehouse.

"You can go now!"

"Ahhh!"

A group of workers rushes out of the warehouse in their underwear, some even look back wistfully at the blaze.

I raise my phone, record the video, and send it to Martin Gustavo using the phone I picked up two hours ago.

Watching the video of cash burning.

Martin clenches his fist. "I'm going to kill them!"

"Hey Kenny, these cabinets have ammo and weapons. You were in real danger just now. If the ammo had detonated, you'd have been blown away."

"God is on my side."

I walk to the cabinet, find an RPG launcher among the items at the bottom, with two rockets in a nearby metal ammunition box.

I pick up the RPG, load one round, and hand it to Duke, "Can you handle it?"

"Are you kidding me?" Duke says, happily holding the RPG. "What do you want to do?"

"Tomorrow, Gustavo will definitely leave, heading to Cucuta for support. Let's send him a surprise gift!"

Let's go. Leave immediately."

We take away four million in cash, one million belongs to Duke, the other three million is mine. Now I've got my first pot of gold to start my venture, initial accumulation indeed requires plundering.

We didn't return to the tavern, it's not safe now, we reached the road to Cucuta, hiding among the bushes.

To avoid getting found by bounty hunters in the city, border patrol and police will start searching after dawn.

Out in the wild, they can't find us.

Leaning against a tree trunk, we nibble on dry rations, watching the moonlight overhead.

This night will change Tanzande.

Yes, after dawn, the atmosphere in the city becomes oppressive, many people are quietly discussing last night's slaughter.

Regardless of Zone 5 or Zone 7, a lot of corpses, the fierce gunfire can hardly be concealed.

Ambulances carry away bag after bag of bodies.

"What happened last night?"

"Cucuta Group was attacked."

"God, a demon appeared in Zone 7, one person killed Gustavo's 53 men."

"Oh, that's terrifying."

"There was a gunfight in Zone 5, Martin's warehouse was burned down, heard it burned ten million dollars."

"Oh God!"

"The warehouse's gunmen are all dead, Cucuta Group lost over 80 men in one night!"

"GOD!"

The whole city is talking.

Bounty hunters are checking their targets, while questioning if Martin Gustavo has the five million dollars to pay them.

Police are clearing the scene, thinking about what will happen next.

The rest of the gangs gathering a lot of manpower, waiting for Cucuta Group's decline.

Ready to take over Gustavo's territory and business at any moment.

The major who drank with Martin last night sits behind his desk answering calls, hearing Gustavo's angry roar on the other line.

"Find that guy, I want him torn apart."

"Martin, don't be angry, my men are searching, there will be news."

"Thank you!"

The major hangs up the phone, a smile on his face.

"Sir, should we act?"

The major spins his pen, a broad smile on his face.

"Why act?"

"There's a bunch of killers committing murder in our area."

"No killers here, if Martin's dead, we'll report Cucuta Group for smuggling drugs, trafficking people, killed by our border patrol, seizing a large cache of guns and drugs."

"But we took money."

"So in this operation, no arrests were made, the criminals intended to raid, resisted violently, and were all killed by the border patrol. No one knows we took money.

Martin alive means our cooperation continues, if dead, they become my achievement, turning into stars on my shoulder epaulettes!"

Promotion, pay rise, you'll take my place, while I become a colonel, managing the whole Northern Tanzang Province. Understand?"

"Congratulations, Major, you've already won."

"That's right! I never lose! The seized weapons and drugs, we can find other buyers. Millions of dollars, more than Martin gave."

Martin receives news, the border patrol is just patrolling the streets, same as usual.

"Damn bastards! Gather the remaining people, we're heading to Cucuta."

"To find the boss?"

Gustavo looks troubled at his men, painfully says the words. "Yes! We're seeking help."

Gustavo leads his convoy, two armed pickups heading out.

He doesn't worry about his safety, he has 12 gunmen. With pickups, machine guns, heavy firepower, and his bulletproof Mercedes. Kill me? Not even God would allow it.

The convoy departs Tanzande at 9 in the morning.

Nervous inside, Martin Gustavo can imagine the boss's anger, that gentlemanly man would glare at him, like a crocodile stalking prey.

"Damn, I'll return to Tanzande, rip apart all those who laughed at me, and Kenny Clark, I'll kill all your family, I swear!"

Swear? No, it's FUCK YOU!

I aim at the machine gunner on the rear pickup.

Duke raises the RPG!

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Duke shouts.

Whizz! The rocket flies out with a stream of air.

The shout tightens the nerves of all gunmen.

The machine gunner turns to look in the direction of the sound, eyes wide, "RPG!"

Boom, an explosion, flames rise, the car in front is enveloped by fire.

Instantly, the gunmen in the car are blown away by the shockwave.

The car leaps up, blocking the road.

The rear Mercedes sees the increasingly close pickup, the driver widens his eyes.

Gustavo looks at the fireball, his mouth agape, "What the fuck?"

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