>>5836252>>5836282>>5836433>>5836496>>5836518>>5836626Standing still among the corpses you left behind, you see the truck leaving... You briefly seem to consider just letting it go. Doesn't all this violence tire you out? This is what assassins do, are you certain that you don't mind doing this? I mean... These are mobsters and all, surely they deserved it but you know, could've just cut off their heads. Maybe. This whole thing confuses you. Why are you even doubting it right now? Your life was never gonna go anywhere anyway.
You were <span class="mu-i">never meant</span> to.
...You're mad now. And if that fucker leaves with his life all this killing won't even get you money.
Stupid fucking piece of shit...
You start running. No way you'll catch up with a motorized vehicle going at full speed... But you don't need to. You only need the right angle.
And once you have it... You use all that momentum with <span class="mu-s">one final throw!</span>
Then... Wait.
...And then you call him. You know, via phone? Because you have his number. From high school. Maybe should've mentioned you knew this guy all along.
Not for long, as he picks up your video call.
"Lynn...?"
You just smirk and point at him through the screen, just as the lance pierces the vehicle.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"Omae wa mou... Shindeiru..."</span></span>
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">Ka-BOOM!!!</span>
Nice fireworks.
<span class="mu-b">Job Successful!</span>
<span class="mu-g">All Killed
A RANK
You got 25000 LB$
(New total: 61400 LB$)
(Next battle: 25000 LB$)</span></span>
