Who to kill?
Members of the High Table, of course.
Since the System provided him with emotionless Death Soldiers in this world...
It would be boring not to gamble a little and try to overthrow the High Table!
"Can you recognize High Table members?" Dexter asked with a smile.
The two Death Soldiers nodded in unison. "Yes."
Hearing this, Dexter thought, 'Just as I expected.' Aloud, he commanded, "Then kill them!"
"Yes!" the soldiers replied in one voice.
A few minutes later.
"Boss, two over there," one of the soldiers said in a flat, emotionless tone, pointing out the window.
"Got it," Dexter replied. He slammed on the gas, speeding toward the two targets. As he got close, he hit the brakes, kicked the door open, and opened fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two middle-aged men chatting on the sidewalk tried to draw their weapons, but before they could even raise them, they were gunned down.
As the bodies hit the pavement, Dumb Nine sprang into action. He easily rooted around in one of the corpse's pockets, pulled out two gold coins, clamped them in his jaws, and trotted back to the passenger seat.
Seeing this, Dexter figured out the pattern. The other body didn't have coins, which was why Dumb Nine didn't bother checking. Without wasting time, Dexter floored the gas pedal and sped away.
[Karma Points +2000, +2000.]
Sure enough.
High Table members... or at least the foot soldiers, were each worth 2,000 Karma Points.
If I kill that bitch Adjudicator from the third movie, it should be worth a bit more, Dexter mused silently. He was really looking forward to emptying a clip into that arrogant woman and turning her into a honeycomb.
Oh, right.
And that sushi-chopping weirdo she hires—Zero. He has to die too!!
Dexter's mind raced with possibilities.
Just then, one of the Death Soldiers spoke up again. "Boss, three over there!"
Heh.
Let's work.
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Before he knew it, the Mustang, now sporting quite a few bullet holes, arrived at the entrance of the New York Continental.
By the time they pulled up, after carving a bloody path through the city...
Dexter's haul could only be described as massive.
62,000 Karma Points and over 40 gold coins...
Parking the car, Dexter checked the System.
[Karma Points: 78,425.]
[Collected Coins: 48.]
Not bad.
It was only the first day. As long as he found the right method, the missions in this world were easier to complete than he imagined.
"Dumb Nine, soldiers, let's go," Dexter said with a smile as the doorman opened the car door.
Soon.
Three men and a dog walked into the hotel.
The moment they entered, almost everyone in the lobby—including Charon standing behind the front desk—turned their gaze toward Dexter's crew.
There was no other reaction possible.
Dexter and his team had literally slaughtered their way from Brooklyn back to the Continental. They had made a massive scene. Charon and the others in the hotel had received reports throughout the night, tracking the carnage unfolding across New York.
The reaction was obvious, and Dexter noticed it immediately.
Dumb Nine and the Death Soldiers noticed it too.
Dexter just smiled. He didn't care.
Unless they had a death wish, what could these guys do inside the Continental? Besides, in this world of assassins, friendship was a rare commodity.
Unless there was a bounty or a profit to be made, none of the killers in this lobby were going to avenge the randoms who died tonight.
Dumb Nine wasn't just indifferent; he offered the room another look of regal contempt.
And so.
Under the gaze of dozens of people, the three men and the dog walked up to the reception desk.
"Good evening, sir," Charon spoke first. "I neglected to ask earlier. May I have your name?"
"Dexter," he replied with a smile.
"Thank you," Charon nodded. "I wish you, your friends, and your dog a pleasant evening."
Dexter just smiled and placed four gold coins on the counter. "Please send some food up to my room."
Charon accepted the coins, his expression unwavering. "Certainly, sir. Right away."
Dexter didn't say anything else and turned toward the elevator.
Watching Dexter's crew enter the elevator, Charon immediately picked up the phone and dialed the manager of the New York Continental.
"Sir, he has returned. He says his name is Dexter."
In the luxurious lounge below.
Winston, wearing his reading glasses, sat on a leather sofa. "Very well."
He replied with just two words and hung up.
Dexter.
Winston silently mouthed the name, then smiled and shook his head slightly.
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Hotel Room.
Dexter lay back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and pulled out his phone to check the surveillance feed.
One look.
Ha.
John Wick's mansion was brightly lit. There were many figures moving around in the living room on the first floor.
So, Helen was buried today.
That means tomorrow night, the catalyst for the "Give Me Back My Dog" quadrilogy—Comrade Iosef—will make his appearance.
Dexter immediately understood what was happening on the screen.
He decided to finish dinner and get some rest early so he'd have enough energy for tomorrow's business.
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A New Day.
It was past 10:00 AM.
Dexter, Dumb Nine, and the two Death Soldiers left the room and headed downstairs.
Walking down the corridor, Dexter checked his phone.
There were no open bounty notifications. That was good news. It meant the people he killed last night were small fry, and their organizations hadn't issued a contract on him yet.
But, better safe than sorry.
Upon reaching the lobby, Dexter signaled the two Death Soldiers to take point. "Once we're outside, check the perimeter. See if there's any danger."
"Yes, Boss," the soldiers responded in unison.
A moment later.
The trio and the dog walked out of the Continental.
As soon as they stepped out, the valet pulled Dexter's car up to the curb.
"Boss, clear," one of the soldiers reported.
"Good. Get in," Dexter nodded.
Moments later, the Mustang sped away.
On the way, Dexter made a stop at a store to buy a stack of extra-large black duffel bags, which he stuffed into the trunk. Then, he headed straight for a High Table-affiliated armory.
Arriving at the gun shop.
Dexter walked in alone. He went straight to the counter, pulled out twenty gold coins, and slapped them down.
"Guns! Lots of guns!"
The arms dealer looked at the coins. Hey, a VIP client. He beamed instantly and scooped up the gold. "Sir, follow me."
It took about ten minutes.
Dexter left the shop, his left hand gripping a massive bag filled with nineteen different firearms, and his right hand carrying a case containing an RPG.
It was an amusing situation.
Using High Table gold to buy High Table weapons to use against the High Table.
There was a thick sense of irony in that.
Dexter smiled, got in the car, and headed toward the location he had scouted last night—the target of today's daylight robbery.
They drove for over an hour.
Arrival.
Little Russia. The church near Cannon Court.
The base where Comrade Viggo Tarasov kept his personal stash.
"It's all mine!"
Sitting in the car, looking at the church in the distance, Dexter said excitedly.
He didn't waste time. He summoned the System to open a chest.
He had plenty of Karma Points!
He went straight for a Gold Chest. He needed more soldiers.
[You opened a Gold Chest. Congratulations, you received: One Death Soldier Captain. (This Captain can command a squad of 25 Death Soldiers). Do you wish to retrieve him immediately?]
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