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"Don't... don't kill me... I'll talk... I'll talk..."
The bodyguard's teeth rattled, whether from fear or pain, it was hard to tell.
"Cass is waiting in the warehouse next door... that company warehouse..."
Ryden thought for a moment.
"Strip their clothes. Put them on."
He looked at the others.
"We're going to the warehouse and pull off something big. Finish cleanly, and I'll give you a bonus."
"Oh! Hell yeah!"
"Go! Go! Go!"
Hands rushed in.
The two men were stripped in seconds.
Some clothes tore, but they were still wearable.
A few minutes later, two "bodyguards" with their heads lowered were escorting Ryden toward the warehouse, guns in hand, as if they were delivering a prisoner.
Nearby workers saw them and immediately avoided eye contact.
That blood-sucking boss, Cass, brought people in all the time.
Families were ruined that way.
When something had nothing to do with you, the smartest move was to keep your head down, do your job, take your pay, and stay quiet.
People who played heroes died young.
The warehouse doors opened.
Cass was inside, sitting with a woman, flirting openly.
When he saw Ryden being dragged in, the fat on his face trembled as he laughed.
"Hehe, little boy! Weren't you a big shot before?"
He leaned back comfortably.
"Do you know how to write the word 'death' now? Don't worry. I'll enjoy your two women right in front of you. Then I'll sell them to Africa. Hahaha!"
Before the laughter finished-
A fist slammed into his face.
The sudden strike, backed by terrifying force, shattered a tooth instantly.
Pah!
Bloody spit sprayed out, mixed with broken enamel.
"You-!"
Cass screamed in rage, pointing at Ryden.
"You two useless trash! Why aren't you killing him?!"
He never imagined the boy would dare fight back.
In his mind, Ryden's hands were already being chopped off.
How dare he strike the great capitalist Cass.
"AAAH!"
The blonde secretary screamed.
Before she could even turn around, she was knocked unconscious.
The two "bodyguards" pulled down the scarves covering their faces.
Beneath them were masks, terrorist-style.
Their mouths were hidden, but their exposed teeth formed chilling grins.
Bang.
Ryden drew a pistol and fired.
A bullet tore into Cass's leg.
He screamed as Ryden stepped on his face, pressing down hard.
"Hmph. You dared provoke us nobles."
Ryden's voice was cold.
"Today, we of Hydra will teach you the price of a petty merchant crossing us."
He didn't reveal who he really was.
Instead, he threw everything onto the Third Reich and the infamous Hydra organization.
Outsiders called them Hydra.
True members only called themselves the Hydra Organization.
"AAARGH! Kill me!"
Cass howled, blood soaking his clothes, his expression twisted and grotesque.
"I'll make you suffer! The pain-AAARGH!"
"Hehe."
Ryden looked down at him.
"You think death is an escape?"
"You wanted to steal my women. Hmph. You don't know your place."
He kicked him again.
"Don't worry. I'll let you watch yourself slowly become worthless trash."
Ryden punched and kicked him several more times.
Only when Cass lay on the floor, silent and twitching, did he stop.
"Marlos."
"I'm here, Master."
The lead masked man stepped forward, AK-47 still in his hands.
"What are your orders?"
"Tie this fat pig up."
Ryden spoke calmly.
"Those two bodyguards-finish them. Same with this one. Break his limbs."
He paused.
"Oh. And break his third leg too."
Marlos froze for a second.
"Take photos. Write a ransom note. Five hundred thousand dollars."
Ryden smiled faintly.
"Send one copy to his family. One to the shareholders. Tell the messenger to be smart."
That smile made even Marlos shiver.
This young master was terrifying.
Usually harmless.
Once he moved, he was more vicious than anyone.
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
A scoundrel wearing the mask of a good man.
Marlos hesitated.
"Master... what is a 'third leg'? And what does 'finish them' mean?"
Ryden kicked Cass lightly.
"This."
He pointed.
"And 'finish them' is simple. If they don't pay, or don't pay enough, kill the hostage."
He sounded indifferent.
"Oh, and don't worry about the precinct. Make sure the photos look miserable."
Ignoring the chaos beginning behind him, Ryden walked out of the warehouse and took a deep breath.
It was good to be alive.
If he hadn't struck first, his own fate would've been far worse.
America in this era really was chaotic.
But it was also exhilarating.
Ryden returned to the café to meet up with the two women.
The entire operation had taken less than an hour and a half.
"Let's go. Time to head home. Everything's settled."
"Ryden, are you okay?"
Sera looked him over anxiously.
She didn't know what price he'd paid.
She was afraid someone had taken advantage of him.
A true brother-con wouldn't allow anyone else to bully her brother.
Only she was allowed to do that.
"I'm fine. Really."
Ryden smiled easily.
"I handled it. As for how... you'll probably hear about it once you're back at work."
He winked, picked up the shopping bags, and started walking.
"Little brat!"
Sera clenched her fist.
"Getting all mysterious with your sister now? You're getting bold!"
Aunt Sarah covered her mouth and laughed.
"Alright, let's go home, Sera. Trust Master Ryden. If he says it's handled, then it is. He's not someone who overreaches."
The three of them headed back together.
Back in the warehouse, Marlos was directing the scene with excitement.
"You! Smear more blood on his face."
"Hey, idiot, who told you to cover his whole face? How is anyone supposed to recognize this moron?"
"You, fatty. Look here!"
Cass turned away instinctively.
"Won't look? Hit him."
Lode laughed and punched Cass twice in the stomach.
Then came the slaps.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound echoed in a way that made things feel deeply wrong.
"Stop! Stop hitting me! I'll cooperate! I'll cooperate!"
Cass hated these thugs with every fiber of his being.
How dare they hit a great capitalist.
Once he escaped, he would have them dumped into the Atlantic.
Flash.
Flash.
The old-fashioned camera blinded him.
He was forced into humiliating poses.
Including being made to embrace the two bodyguards.
Cass was nearly driven insane with rage.
"Haha! Perfect!"
Marlos looked at the photos with satisfaction.
"With this, we're getting rich."
"Hail Hydra!"
Remembering Ryden's instructions, he shouted the slogan loudly.
Their reputation was already ruined.
One more crime didn't matter.
"Hail Hydra!"
The others echoed it in distorted voices.
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