Chapter 35:

Murder was potentially known by criminals, he was the leader of a small group of murderers so when he had no interest in a job he could send others to fulfill them, most of the suburbs had a deep respect for the leader but not with his men because they considered that their men were not worthy of having a leader like the one they had, but as had been said, disrespecting one of them was like disrespecting the Murder, so it was not expected to receive an immediate response from part of the masked

The objective of Muderous Psychopath was not to exercise perfection itself, that subject was in charge of humans and genisians, all alike. If they didn't like his way of working then they shouldn't expect that this man would one day defend them. Mysterious, reserved and a man of few words, perhaps he makes fun of police justice as well as the justice of organizations, but it was because none of them dared to cross the side of crime as that subject did to get answers.

Right now he was facing a nuisance, a being that shouldn't even be alive or able to call itself a Genisian. He was more human than a magical being so for Murder he would be a rotten tomato that would have to be disintegrated before affecting the rest of the tomatoes they started to rot.

The gunfights could be heard two blocks away, the damaged walls crumbling with each shot like a bare-handed sledgehammer to concrete, the helmet was fixed in the direction of the Blongers, breathing was rising, and journalists were watching. all from a distance.

—You don't understand, those people are just a nuisance, I warned him many times and they didn't listen, there's no deception about warnings. Damian said with a sneer.

—I understand well, it is you who misunderstands my actions about reaching the balance. You are not a god, much less you are worthy of being considered a Genisian. You are just like human scum. Murder replied to fire the last two bullets.

Damián would come out of his hiding place and with a winter blue seal in hand he would start shooting pointed projectiles that shone like glass at dawn causing Murder to decide to dodge them with agility to seek refuge in the car.

—I assumed that the person responsible for the arrest of the Arwarlds would not be due to the great effort of Damocles' men but someone else. The same thing also happened in Claython, Tyrion and in New Priya , everyone agrees that someone must have ratted those people out and now that I see you in person I can only say that you are a complete disappointment. When I'm done with you, I'll take your place and bring the Genisians back to the glory of millennia ago. —

The masked man would reload his weapons with ruby-tipped bullets so he would go out to shoot even when his opponent was still tying him up, the projectiles of both collided with each other but the murderer's reloads were explosive bullets between the fumes of the smell the smell of gunpowder would create a thick mist that the masked man would use to his advantage to attack the enemy.

—Your world has no logic, the glory you admire so much died along with the tyrannical king and the platinum knight. You're just a brat with a dream that won't come true. The man's voice resounded from all directions. —Your charges are no longer the previous ones, they have been updated to Corruption, treason against the nation and 3rd degree kidnapping. —

Damián did not seem to accept his sentence and furiously would attack by creating a magical golden seal on the ground to be able to lower the cloud of gunpowder and steam, Murder behind the Blongers' back would point the cannon at his neck. The boy would smile arrogantly and with a snap the frown would light up completely until creating another explosion.

Both the Damocles agents and the EDIH soldiers arrived at the place where they would create a perimeter, said meeting would make Damocles take full control over the event, something that EDIH did not like such a matter. The police investigation leader of the rival organization would argue with the tallest man, which would not happen because they would hear how one of the EDIH cars would overturn in an instant. The agents of both organizations noticed that the impact was due to Damián, he had crashed into the vehicle with monstrous force, the EDIH agents were upset but their anger would vanish after seeing a man with a fragmented helmet and with a broken helmet come out of the shadow. a white flame coming out between the cracks.

— WHERE IS THE PRIDE YOU SAID TO HAVE?! HOW DO YOU PLAN TO BEAT ME IF I'M JUST WARMING UP, BLONGERS?! He exclaimed, demanded that imposing distorted voice.

Damián was finally able to understand the fear of the suburbs, he understood why no one wanted to face someone like him, his body rose slowly between tremors of fear and fatigue, he had spent the magical energy and the cold was too dense.

" So you were just prattling to gain credit, shame on your kind. I will teach you how dreams come true. —

Again you summoned their weapons but this time with an improvement, these would become wider and heavier than just shaking them would create air pressure, which shook the agents. The bullets were bigger like those of the rocket launchers, the power was seen in the form of an aura and the Murder's helmet would fall into pieces revealing a flaming head with dangerous eyes and jaws.

" Agent Murder, stop . The superior's orders were to rescue the hostages and lock up the Blongers! — The doctor exclaimed when looking at such a monstrosity.

The agents did not believe that surprise, that dangerous-looking subject worked for Damocles but he had no intention of obeying, Damián did not want to die without showing that dream he had.

The dream of seeing that his people were no longer crushed, that impotence dominated his body, Akemi's face would appear among his memories and how he had mistreated his little brother, Damián showed internal repentance.

Murder had a white flaming head, his eyes were black like his jaws, the white flames began to take on a light gray color at the tips, his weapons were like two pairs of cannons in his hands and that voice let us see how angry he was. His figure was powerful, he was someone to be feared and Damián had already crossed the limit of surrendering to him.

The body of the Blongers was wounded and bruised, he was completely exhausted because he had no heat to recover so he would drop to his knees before the murderer. This one would look at him from above, his clothes were torn and it was possible that he had suffered injuries. The EDIH agents were able to contemplate the defeat of one of the most resistant columns of their agency, it was the pillar that could bring down their entire corporation and Damocles knew that.

Wentworth's men were the first to act, arresting Damien, the area was searched, and the journalists went to Akira's hands for treatment in case they were injured. After returning to the Agency, Murder would go with the director being accompanied by both high-ranking Agents who had put a pair of handcuffs on them, in the corridor, the employees observed the flaming face of the subject so it was normal for them to move away from him and in the crowds you could see Paris, Wendel, Clemente, Pearson and Blum.

The murderer was the center of attention and it was all because of the carelessness he committed when he wanted to end the threat of his schoolmate. Once in the office you could see a surprised director, the high-ranking agents decided to enter the office at Akira's request, the doors of the large room would close and an assassin with an unknown face was in front of all the founders of Damocles.

"Is that your real face?" Darrin questioned curious seeing that flame instead of a head.

"It's magic distortion, an ability like it's advanced and it makes his face turn into a blur, Agent Clemente and I can do something like that." — The Necromancy agent replied.

"It seems you don't need my answers if they can answer you for any questions." Murder commented as he took a seat.

"Why did you go against Damian Quill?" The blonde asked more seriously.

"Out of pride, just for that, why don't you arrest those kinds of people?" Why do they have to wait for something to happen to do their job? I have further investigated that albino asshole who helped them, the blizzard project can see and foresee things, why don't they exploit such a tool to prevent these incidents? —

—There is a line called the red line, that red ribbon that marks the distance between good and evil must be respected. I will not cause or allow my employees and agents to cross that line. Doing that means that they are not worthy of Damocles and even more so if they are not capable of confessing their mistakes. You have done an act under a personal matter, those things will not be overlooked, Mr. Murder. — The major would remove the handcuffs from the murderer. —A resource like the blizzard project must be respected even by its own creators, I can't do more with that project in terms of its injuries, you should go to Dr. Cell's office. —

Murder would see how the elder would remove said handcuffs and then look into his eyes, those eyes made him feel like when he looked at Akemi so he would get up while frowning.

"You're not the first person to look at me like that, and as for my injuries I can treat them myself. - An icy steam rose from his clothes. "I'll do what needs to be done to avoid further trouble, I've crossed that red line long ago to return right now." Have a good night, Darrin Lockwood. —

The man would leave this office leaving a bad taste in the mouths of some Damocles agents. But for Lockwood, knowing that he could no longer return would make him feel more empathy for his actions, which he would touch on for that night, the topic of the area that would be assigned to Murder.

On the way home, his injuries began to worsen during the journey, the icy vapor from his body warned that he would not last long standing, he had no way of communicating with Nestor, much less could he go out like Winter Kacper because they would create negative rumors towards his person so he would decide to return home on his own. The tiredness was beginning to become more intense, his blurry gaze would catch sight of a figure wearing something white before collapsing in front of that person.