Chapter 11: the action is over.
Well, it's not that it's over since we just have to knock out the guy outside and the house continues, it's also good that they had the music at full volume since the others couldn't hear me."
He started walking towards the front door to take care of whoever was on duty guarding the door.
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He didn't understand why he was waiting outside the door, it's not like someone was stupid enough to come and mess with them, no one with a brain would come to this place to get shot.
He could listen to the loud music that made his head hurt from time to time he could wait for the laughter.
He leaned against the door and closed his eyes to try to rest for a while and calm his annoyance at being waiting out there like an idiot, instead of being with the rest getting drunk and smoking to the music.
"But instead I'm sitting outside guarding the door like the guard dog of the house." Gritting his teeth as he clenched his fists tightly.
At that moment he saw out of the corner of his eye that the door of the house opened and he directed his gaze. Thinking it was some idiot inside who had left him waiting outside and thinking that now they wanted him to go get more beer so they could continue having fun inside.
but before he could look more closely he could only see a fist approaching at high speed towards his face without being able to do anything, leaving him immediately unconscious.
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After knocking out the last conscious guy in the house, he pulled him into the house causing him to crash to the ground with a loud crash.
He searched the inside of the house looking for drugs and money and after a while and seeing that nothing had been missed, he began to grab a bag that he found inside a room and went to the backyard again.
With no one left in the house, he opened the door and went outside, looking around and seeing that there was no one looking towards the backyard.
Without looking at anyone, he began to head towards the patio of the other house to finish off this small group of bullies, passing by the dog. As he passed by the animal he realized something he had not noticed before, the dog was not moving even to breathe, it was inert with no signs of moving an inch even to breathe.
Now Eiden realized why the dog had not reacted, it was not because he was lazy, he had died while lying in the yard chained.
He moved closer to get a closer look at it. "You didn't die of old age, I can see that you are probably no more than two to three years old, you were still a baby." He picked it up to see it more closely, dropping it back to the ground, grabbing the chain and breaking it and then removing the necklace. The dog's neck was bare with almost no hair in the neck area with a clear red mark.
After doing so, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at a syringe lying a few meters away from the animal. He raised it to smell it and knew what it was, "amphetamine." It was not the first time he had smelled and seen that drug. Having a bad feeling, Eiden hoped that what he was thinking had not happened.
So he approached the little dog lying on the ground again and began to touch its body more carefully. He didn't have to look much. He found what he found was a small lump on the right side of the animal. Normally it wouldn't leave evidence like inflammation when it forms in people, but this wasn't ahuman was an innocent animal.
Seeing how it was swollen and how the tip of the needle was bent, it was even more obvious that they applied it without giving the poor animal time to react. He probably died of a heart attack, he tried to free himself and that's why he hurt himself.
He wasn't especially an animal lover, but seeing such cruelty on an innocent little dog made his stomach clench and his chest feel a little tight.
He looked at the little dog lying on the floor and then at the house in front of him. Without hesitation he went towards it. He wasn't angry, he couldn't be. He knew he couldn't let something like this cloud his judgment. What he was doing right now was very dangerous and he couldn't let his emotions. include them in your decision-making as that could cause your death tonight. He headed towards the other house to finish what he had started.
This time he entered without ceremony, but in the same way as the previous time, from the top, he had already tested his skills before so he already knew what he could do and entered without hesitation.
He entered through the window, saw the first guy sleeping lying on the bed and quickly gave him a strong blow to the stomach, causing him to wake up due to lack of air and pain, and then hitting him on the head and leaving him completely unconscious.
He did the same with the rest of the rooms, it wasn't that difficult for him to do it, it was after midnight, it was strange that they were awake so late with nothing to do.
After making sure that he had beaten everyone he did the same as before, he began searching the entire house including the thugs' wallets, taking out every penny of money they had.
He found a lot of drugs inside the houses, much of it in his own perception since he didn't know if it was a lot or a little, from someone else's perspective. He was taking it since he couldn't let the police take it and whoever is distributing it can get it back.
So he would get rid of the drug after he left here, throw it into the gutter while he went to his next target. But before that he went back to the room of who he believed was the leader of this gang of thugs.
He passed through the kitchen and grabbed a knife and went upstairs without further delay with a decisive step without faltering at any time. When she arrived she opened the door and saw him lying there with the girl still on top of him that he had thrown on top of her.
He kicked her out of the bed, causing her to show signs of waking up, but without caring, she grabbed the man by the arm, throwing him out of the bed, and with the knife still in her hand, she grabbed his wrist.
He hesitated only for a single second and then with cold determination he grabbed the knife tightly, making the handle creak, and then with all his strength he cut the man's hand.
"""Aaaarrrgghhh-""".
Waking up abruptly, he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain as tears of pain came from his eyes, but before he could continue screaming someone grabbed his mouth, squeezing his jaw, forcibly shutting him up while raising a finger in front of his face, telling him to stop. would be silent
Before, Eiden had not planned to do this, but it was better that the owner of Hell's Kitchen would think that he was being attacked by an organization that wanted to take over his territory and even if it was not one of some gang that was in power and it would be better for that guy to know the "hand". Since this could clearly make him doubt whether he knew her in the first place or that there was an owner of Hell's Kitchen in the first place, the worst case scenario would be if it were the hand itself that had already taken over the place.
Knocking the guy out with a strong blow again, letting him fall against the floor, letting him bleed there, he took the hand that had just been torn off and went towards the wall that was in front of the door and with his own blood he left a handprint obviously made with blood on the wall, whileHe left his hand just below where he had made the drawing.
As he got up and headed towards the window to leave again, towards his next target, giving only a light glance at the girl who was just waking up as she held her head and was looking at him.
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