Master of Lust-Chapter 307 - -
Chapter - 307
He stomped.
It wasn’t a clean kill. It was a messy, brutal, street-brawl finish. Rick didn’t stop. The Berserker’s Brew demanded violence. He pounded Marnus Warner until the man was no longer a threat, no longer a billionaire, no longer a problem. He was just a memory.
[System Notification: Objective Complete.]
[Marnus Warner Eliminated.]
[Effect ’Berserker’s Brew’ Wearing Off in 5... 4...]
Rick stood there, breathing like a steam engine, his fists bloody. The red tint began to fade from his vision.
Then, the pain hit.
It hit him all at once. The bullet wounds, the burns, the bruises, the exhaustion. It crashed into him like a freight train.
Rick’s knees buckled. He collapsed onto the terrace, landing right next to Marnus’s body.
Sharon ran over, holstering her gun. She skidded to a halt, looking at the carnage. She looked at the crushed guard under the planter. She looked at the melted table. She looked at Marnus, who looked like he’d fallen into a blender.
"Rick?" she whispered, kneeling beside him. "Are you...?"
"I think," Rick wheezed, staring up at the smoky sky, "I’m going to take a nap now."
"You’re shot," she said, her hands hovering over his chest. "Twice. And you’re burned."
"Tis but a scratch," he mumbled, his eyes closing. "Did I win?"
"Yes," Sharon said, a small, terrified smile touching her lips. "You won. You crazy, impossible bastard. You won."
The sound of a helicopter—a real one, loud and rhythmic—filled the air. A spotlight washed over the terrace.
Johnson’s voice crackled in Rick’s earpiece. "Asset secured. Warner is down. Extraction inbound. Good work, kids. Drinks are on the company."
Rick let out a long breath. "Tell him... I want the expensive stuff."
Epilogue: Two Hours Later
Rick sat in the back of an ambulance at ground level, a foil blanket wrapped around his shoulders. A paramedic was finishing stitching up a gash on his forehead. His suit was ruined, cut off him to treat the bullet grazes (the Kevlar lining had saved his life, mostly).
Sharon sat next to him, drinking a bottle of water as if it were the elixir of life. She was clean-ish, having wiped most of the soot from her face.
Johnson stood before them, looking annoyingly fresh in his suit.
"The cleanup is underway," Johnson said. "Warner’s organization is in chaos. We’re seizing his assets. The data on the servers has been secured. You two saved a lot of people a lot of headaches."
"What about Nadia?" Sharon asked.
Johnson gestured to a black sedan parked nearby. Nadia sat in the back seat, looking small, pale, and broken. She wasn’t in cuffs, but she wasn’t free.
"She’s going into a program," Johnson said. "Witness protection, asset utilization. She has talents we can use, and she has a lot of debts to pay. She won’t be ’Jemimah’ anymore. And she won’t be ’Raven’. She’ll be someone else. Somewhere far away."
Rick stood up, wincing. He walked over to the car. Johnson nodded to the guard, who opened the door.
Nadia looked up at him. Her eyes were red. She looked exhausted. The bomb vest was gone, replaced by a grey blanket.
"You came back," she whispered.
"I had a quest," Rick said simply.
"I would have left you," she said, her voice flat. "In the container. I would have taken the laptop and left you to burn."
"I know," Rick said. "That’s why you’re in the car, and I’m standing here."
She looked down at her hands. "Was any of it real? The... the time at the house? The pancakes?"
Rick thought about it. He thought about the girl who cried over a stranger’s suicide note. He thought about the woman who tried to kill him an hour ago.
"The pancakes were real," Rick said. "The rest? I think we both played our parts."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the black laptop—the useless brick Julian Croft had laughed at. He tossed it onto her lap.
"Souvenir," he said. "Try not to sell it to any warlords."
She touched the laptop, a faint, sad smile ghosting her lips. "Goodbye, Rick."
"Goodbye, Nadia."
He closed the door. The sedan drove away, disappearing into the city traffic.
Rick walked back to the ambulance. Sharon was waiting for him.
"So," she said, crossing her arms. "You’re unemployed. Your ’girlfriend’ was a super-criminal. And you just helped a shadow government agency topple a billionaire. What are you going to do now?"
Rick looked at the sky. The System chimed softly.
[Quest Complete: The Tower of Babel]
[Reward Received.]
[New Quest Available: The Aftermath.]
[Objective: Get a drink. Get paid. Get a new suit. Take the two girls out on a vacation. And fuck their brains out.]
[Reward: And UNO reverse card [Usable 5 times], +$5,000,000, All Stats increase by +5]
Rick smiled. He looked at Sharon.
"I think," he said, "I’m going to buy you that drink. And then... I’m going to see what else this city has to offer."
Sharon rolled her eyes, but she didn’t walk away. "Fine. But I’m driving. And no more kissing. Unless it’s tactical."
"I wouldn’t dream of it," Rick lied.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the one thing he had managed to loot from the penthouse before the fight started. A small, black velvet bag. He tossed it to her.
She caught it. She opened it. Inside was a diamond the size of a walnut.
"What is this?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Severance pay," Rick said, walking toward the extraction chopper. "Come on, partner. We’ve got a debriefing."
As they walked away, Rick checked his status screen one last time.
Level Up.
[Rick Smith - Level 15]
[Class: Chaos Agent]
[Current Wealth: $2,175,000]
He grinned, "I am rich again."
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