"So let me explain to you everything, you will be-"
George paced back and forth as he spoke, his frustration palpable. "Be pretending to be Senator Dick, I will be going inside to take an identity of a guard before going to Roth Tower to get some information."
Agent Jefferson nodded, but George could sense his apprehension. He walked over to the metal cabinet and swung it open, revealing a man bound and gagged inside. "This is Senator Dick and you will be scanning his face to get me a mask which will make me look like him. Look, I don't need any information, and I damn well know that I do not need the string that is in that suitcase, I need a gun."
Agent Jefferson hesitated for a moment, eyeing the suitcase in his hand. "Look, the string is pretty strong," he offered.
George rolled his eyes. "I need a gun," he said firmly.
With a resigned sigh, Agent Jefferson rummaged through the box and retrieved a black Glock. "It's a gun with a silencer," he said, handing it over. "It will be loud, but if you don't use it in the hall at least not many will hear it. And the gunshots sound like a thud instead of a bang."
"If it's better than a string then its good enough for me." George said while placing the gun in the suitcase.
He then opened the back of the van before walking out; he could hear Jefferson wishing him luck after that while the door close.
"Alright... Don't mess it this time, George..." He whispered to himself.
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"Help! I can't see!" George shouted.
The guard outside the door entered the restroom before George pulled out a gun he hid behind him and shot the guard right in the head. "Done." He said before running towards the gun and catching him before the guard fell on the floor.
"Alright, now I need you to scan his face." Jefferson said.
"Understood." He said while opening his suitcase and placing one of the chips into the guard's throat before taking out the chip and sticking it onto his neck.
"Hey Mason, is that old hack okay? Last thing we want is for that old man to die under our supervision." Said one of the other guards through the radio.
"Everything is fine. The old man just went back home." George quickly responded as soon he heard the radio.
"Uhm... Mason... I am right outside the toilet... And I don't think I see the old man coming out of the toilet..." The guard responded, sounding suspicious of George.
"Shit." George said before his heart started pounding. "Look, Mason. You better stop gaslighting me. It's not funny."
But Mason didn't reply.
George looked at the blood that was flowing, "Im screwed."
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Outside of the toilet, about three guards gathered, "Whats going on?" One of the guards said.
"Something suspicious." The guard, who sounded just like the guard from the radio, said while gesturing to the other two guards with his gun to aim at the toilet.
"What's going on?" One of the guests that were invited into the building said as he headed towards the toilet.
One of the guards then stopped the guest, "Sir, there might be someone really dangerous inside." He said before the restroom door opened and quickly, the three of the guards aimed their guns towards Xavier who looked just like the guard he killed.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked as he raised his hands.
The guest of the event started turning their heads towards where the action was, "What happened to the Senator, Mason?" The guard said as he finger was nearing the trigger.
"I told you he went back home." He said while blood from the palm of his hands.
The eyes of the guard widened, "Holy shit, Mason. What did you do?" He asked while the other guest started taking out their phones to record what was happening.
"Its my blood." Xavier opened his palm wide and showed the scar on his hand.
"Yeah. But what did you do?" He said as his finger touched the trigger, almost pulling it.
"I'm sorry!" A voice similar to Dick Mcconnell said.
As all the guards turned their heads towards the voice, they saw the slouched old man smiling, walking towards them, "I had to go to my car to take my meds." He said while scratching his head.
The guards then breathed a sigh of relief before putting their guns back; meanwhile, George was just thankful that he didn't have to repeat this for the third time.
"Look man, Im sorry. I just thought..."
"Its fine." Xavier replied to the guard before Agent Jefferson who was currently disguising himself as the Senator smiled before walking out of the building.
George had kept to himself inside the truck while the other guards realized he was quiet. But they just guessed it was because they had pointed their gun at him and almost killed him. As they stopped at the gate, he saw the tall tower that was the beacon of technology in the United States; that building alone cost 68 billion dollars. As they passed through the gate, the driver stopped and looked behind, "Mason, this is your stop; they have changed your place to guard the outside." He said before opening the back door. George nodded as he walked out, now slightly panicking from what was happening. He was supposed to go inside to get information, not walk around the gate of Roth tower. As he walked around the gate, he shook his head as he saw the countless amount of cameras that were there. 'I might be able to get away with walking inside the gate and maybe into the tower, but any more than that will get me caught.' And if he did get caught, he would have to solve the problem: the ma
George ran down as fast as he could; his mind couldn't process what had just happened in front of him; as he reached the stairs, he exited the door and saw the clone's body lying on the floor. He then looked away and continued running towards the gate before the guards who were trapped in the building saw him come out of the emergency door. "He's there! Catch him!" One of them shouted as they all ran after him, causing George to look back. But he didn't see any of the guards chasing after him. Instead, he saw the clone standing up as if taking a nap and started running after him at high speed, "Shit! Jefferson, the cyborg son of a ████ is chasing after me!!!" He screamed as he could hear the steps coming closer. "Hold on! Jump to the side!!!" Jefferson shouted. George, who was extremely good at following orders jumped to the side even though he didn't know what it was for. Suddenly the van that Agent Jefferson was in passed by him before hitting the clone away. "Get in!" Jeffe
"No, you didn't... Tell me you didn't..." George replied, shocked that the Major would do such a thing."George... I know that this might seem bad... But I will get the money back. The money is trackable after all, and I have taken a picture of the money as assurance." He said while pulling out his phone and showing it to George.The serial number... Good thinking..." George replied. "Once we find that son of a gun, I will beat the living shit out of him." He laughed."Yeah, you know, it's not so bad... This situation... only a few days ago, we were chased down to be killed..." George nodded, realizing that he wouldn't have been able to get this far without the sudden gift he had obtained."I've been thinking... about your ability." "What about it, sir?" "I've been wondering, could someone already know about your ability?"Upon hearing this, George raised his eyebrows before shaking his head, "That's impossible, sir... I have told no one about it, no one, except for you." Ivan Sha
'Quickly!' George took out the gun from his pocket. Snatch! The gun was quickly taken away from another Russian hiding behind all along before he felt a kick at the back of his knees causing him to fall down. He tried rolling to get up before he felt a boot on his face putting heavy pressure on it. AH! He felt as if his head was about to explode, but this might work as well. But the boot was lifted up, leaving his skull slightly cracked but nothing so serious that would end his life. Drago walked away from George before turning to look at one of his new team members, "Put them both in the room. Do not in any circumstance let them out, and do not kill them, especially the young one." He talked in Russian before walking out of the factory. # Thud! Both George and Ivan were thrown into a room with no window and the only exit was a locked metal door. "Shit," George cursed before Ivan got closer to the door and placed his ears on it to make sure that no one was near enough to lis
"So… that is a dungeon, huh?" George asked as he exited the truck while Major Ivan strolled away, walking to one of the officers that had arrived there. "So what is the rating? Seems that even the General has no idea." "The Hunter's association has rated this dungeon, Unknown, sir." "Damn it." Major Ivan replied as he looked up at the portal of the dungeon, which was starting to turn slightly red. "And how long until a dungeon breakout could occur?" "We have about 2 days!" One of the hunters shouted as he walked toward both of the soldiers. "And who are you?" "I'm a class B hunter from the association, Hans-Jurgen. Let's just say that I am somebody that knows about 'hunting' in dungeons." The German hunter said with his chin up high, clearly looking down on the regular soldiers. "Hans… The guy who stopped the C-level dungeon breakout on his own?" Major Ivan asked. Hans nodded, "Yes. And I have also gotten an order from the association to only involve hunters… And, I don't thin
George stood in front of the portal with his bulletproof armour and gun in his hand and the sound. That emanated from the portal got louder, and he could hear the whisper of the monsters as if it was near his ears. “First time going in a dungeon?” Ivan asked, looking at George, who was in awe at the large portal. “Yeah, I have only fought in New York… So I don't really know what to expect here.” Hearing the conversation, Hans quickly brought the matter to Kenta, “Are you sure this is a good idea? The guy that supposedly defeated a Class A monster has never stepped foot in a Class D dungeon.” “If he lives, then we know he is the real deal, and if not, then that’s one less problem we have to deal with.” Hans nodded, hearing Kenta’s quick thinking before staring at George, still suspicious of him and his record. After making sure everything was ready, Kenta didn't waste any more time and quickly walked towards the portal before turning, “It’s time. Let’s go in.” “Gosh, this guy i
"First time going in a dungeon?" Major Ivan asked, noticing that George was perspiring heavily in front of the entrance, and taking this into consideration."Second time here.""Wait, so what happened at the first time?"Upon hearing this, George smiled while shaking his head, "Well, we did pretty… okayish….""Sigh, so we all died then.""Yeah pretty much.""So what happened?"George explained everything that happened in full detail, "And dont worry, I think I have a plan."#The demonkin arrived at the same time as his previous life."What is a demonkin like you doing here?" Kenta asked before the Demon smiled."Are you the strong one here?""I am." Kenta quickly his arm as the light appeared from it just as he did previously."I don't think so." The demonkin smiled and was about to crush Kenta's arm, but before he could, he felt his whole arm getting blasted away."Ahhh!!!" The demonkin shouted as it jumped back in drought while holding his hand.Kenta turned to see George using a s
Hup! George swiftly rolled to the side as he saw the hunter nearly running through him like a juggernaut. 'That guy is as fast as a normal person!' George realized that hunters were just a completely different breed. Their body weight didn't affect their speed as much as weight affected a regular human being. The hunter in front of him was supposed to be struggling even to jog, but to move this fast alongside the agility was something that George couldn't naturally do. He then tried carrying the hunter's leg to topple him down but in vain. The hunter weighed at least 200 kilos, and his legs stayed firm on the floor; George's strength proved useless in front of a monster. And with a swing of a hand, the tall hunter dropped George's to the floor, his back crashing down harder than a falling boulder. "Kugh!" The air that was in his body left him at the moment, and as he breathed in, his vision returned, allowing him to see the boot of the hunter that was about to crush his face. A