Chapter 90

Alex stood up abruptly, the Deathfrost Bloom vanishing into thin air. He looked down at the pathetic heap of a man with an expression of pure indifference.

He knew that at the current level he was, he could kill every single member of this gang though not without some minor hiccups that is.

His raw physical prowess and ice based ability made him extremely lethal in both shadows and open confrontation.

And even small time guns were sort of manageable now, but submachine guns and the other big boys were still a bit of a problem for now.

Though even if things did manage to get messy, he had the body recovery water to patch himself up.

But first things first, if he wanted to find out who was responsible for this attack, then he had to meet the boss of the Black Mambas, personally.

"Will you stop crying. It’s honestly pathetic," Alex commanded. The leader’s incessant sobbing had honestly gotten really annoying at this point.

The leader instantly choked back his sobs, staring up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Alright, so this is what you’re going to do, you are going to get in that SUV," Alex said, gesturing toward the dented vehicle. "And you’re going to take me to your leader. Right now."

The man blinked, stunned.

"You... you want to go to the Snake Den? Alone?"

"Did I say I was going anywhere else?"

The gangster shook his head frantically while waving his good hand.

"N-no. I can take you there, sir. Our spot ain’t far from here, just the warehouse district by the old docks. Big boss is prolly there tonight, counting the take from our last shipment of coke. Please, just... just don’t kill me after. I swear I didn’t know you was... whatever you are."

Alex didn’t bother replying with false promises. He simply reached down, gripped the man’s arm, and hauled him to his feet. The thug swayed, almost collapsing but he regained his bearing.

Around them, the street was a graveyard of defeated thugs: the first man was still unconscious on the top of a nearby car, the other was groaning faintly on the ground while painfully trying to touch his broken jaw. The mohawk thug lay face down with a hole the size of a fist in his neck as blood continued pouring out of it.

[Yeesh! That Deathfrost Bloom of yours really packs a punch. But as for the others, it’s good they’re in front of the hospital. Maybe a good Samaritan might even help them inside]

’Yeah. But it’s a good thing that no one else was outside, but I guess I better get going before the cops arrive.’

[You better. I don’t want to go to prison with you forever. I still have my whole life cut out for me]

"..."

He shook his head and walked toward the damaged SUV with the big man. The car was really totaled, but a quick inspection showed the car should still be able to work. He shoved the man into the passenger seat, ignoring the annoying whimpers, then slid behind the wheel.

To his surprise the keys were still stuck in the ignition. Of course it was, what was he even surprised about? They were all morons, so it didn’t faze him in the slightest bit that they’ll forget something as important as the car keys inside the ignition point.

As the engine coughed to life, Alex glanced once more at his ruined Lamborghini Murciélago. A flicker of annoyance crossed his handsome features, but it was quickly replaced by that icy calm.

After he finished questioning the big boss of the Black Mambas, he would make sure that that man pays him compensation for his injured baby. He revved the engine, and drove away from the scene of the crime.

The drive through the city’s underbelly was silent, save for the big man’s occasional pained gasps and mumbled direction. Even though he was currently driving, Alex Noggin was still a whirlwind of strategy. He could sense that the man’s fear was genuine, meaning that all he had told him earlier was the truth.

But were these people dumb or what? If they had at least done their research, then maybe they would have found out that he was someone that was close to Nyx... Or maybe they did know, but the person who gave the order to kill him did not necessarily fear Nyx’s power.

Enough thinking. He’ll find out all he needed to know about once he got there.

Soon after a lengthy drive, even though the dark man had told him the hideout was not far, they finally approached the warehouse district. The air here was thick with the scent of salt water and rust.

Various dilapidated buildings loomed over the place like forgotten giant’s, and the chain-link fences would occasionally rattle with the cool breeze from sea.

The dark man pointed a shaky finger toward a large, nondescript warehouse with blacked out windows.

"There... That’s the place. Guards are all at the side door. The big boss’s office is in the back."

Alex brought the SUV to a stop in a faintly visible side before turning toward the trembling gangster, with his expression unreadable.

"You did good. Now stay here if you want to live. If you run or warn them... Well, you already know what happens."

The man nodded vigorously. Alex, satisfied with the man’s reaction, stepped out of the vehicle and felt as the warm afternoon breeze brushed against his face. He rolled his shoulders once, before cracking his knuckles.

After he was done, he approached the warehouse and paused at the side entrance where two burly sentries straightened at his approach. One of them slowly reached for the gun tucked into his pocket while throwing questions at him.

"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing..."

Before he could continue that sentence, a Deathfrost Bloom to the head ended his life forever. The second panicked and before he could even draw his weapon another Deathfrost Bloom shot straight into his throat and came out through the back, making him gasp his throat as blood pooled from both his mouth and neck.

After a second, the man collapsed to the ground dead. Alex ignored their body and kicked the entrance door wide open. The second he stepped into the interior, dozens of eyes turned toward him.

And in the center of it all, surrounded by stacks of crates and bundles of thick wads of Benjamins, sat the big boss: a massive Russian man with reddish hair, blue eyes, and long ugly scars crisscrossing his intimidating face.

Alex met the big boss dead in the eyes with a terrifying smile on his lips and said coldly.

"So you were the one who sent your boys to come say hello. Good. Now, I have just one question for you before I make you all cry in pain. Who the hell hired you to kill me?"

The Russian man popularly known in the underworld as Ivan the butcher, stared at Alex with a look of genuine bewilderment.

From his expression you could tell that he was probably wondering why a kid with the face of a model, wearing nice casual clothes would just stroll inside what looked like a dangerous warehouse and threaten to make people who looked like cold blooded gangster cry.

The rest of the gangsters inside, which was a rough collection of more than fifty hardened killers armed with everything from serrated combat knives to high caliber handguns, looked at Alex in silence before breaking out in laughter.

To them Alex was something like a well dressed kid who just happened to stumble into the lion’s den with a death wish.

One of the men who looked like a high ranking gangster because of how close he sat to Ivan, cleaned the grease from his mouth and sneered, revealing several gold teeth.

He stepped forward while holstering a sweet looking pistol and jeered with a condescending gaze.

"Hey guys, do any of you know who the fuck is this pretty boy? Or Boss, did you order takeout from a pizza joint that sends pretty boys to entertain us."

Another set of laughter rippled throughout the warehouse. One of the gangsters, built like a linebacker with a clean shave, slapped his knees and added.

"Or maybe he’s just here to audition for the cleanup crew. Hey, snowflake, are you lost? The modeling agency’s just across town."

"Bwahahaha!!! Snowflake here thinks that he can make all of us run back crying to our mommies. Now that’s cute."

Ivan didn’t follow them to laugh. Instead his blue eyes bored into Alex’s face with suspicion. There was no way a young man like that could just waltz into here with two fully armed guards stationed outside.

Years of his experience dealing with different kinds of people told him that this man was anything but normal. That’s when his eyes widened the instant he remembered the photo of a target he had sent Johnson and his team to eliminate.

He connected it with the young man standing in front of him and went pale.

A/N

Sorry for the late post today.