Chapter - 307
He stomped.
It wasn't a clean kill. It was a messy, brutal, street-brawl finish. Rick didn't stop. The Berserker's Brew demanded violence. He pounded Marnus Warner until the man was no longer a threat, no longer a billionaire, no longer a problem. He was just a memory.
[System Notification: Objective Complete.]
[Marnus Warner Eliminated.]
[Effect 'Berserker's Brew' Wearing Off in 5... 4...]
Rick stood there, breathing like a steam engine, his fists bloody. The red tint began to fade from his vision.
Then, the pain hit.
It hit him all at once. The bullet wounds, the burns, the bruises, the exhaustion. It crashed into him like a freight train.
Rick's knees buckled. He collapsed onto the terrace, landing right next to Marnus's body.
Sharon ran over, holstering her gun. She skidded to a halt, looking at the carnage. She looked at the crushed guard under the planter. She looked at the melted table. She looked at Marnus, who looked like he'd fallen into a blender.
