Vol. 1: Prologue part 3 – Betrayal

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Translated by Tianic, edited by LtBeefy

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“[dropcap]I[/dropcap]… I’m telling the truth, the FBI wants me for 100 million because of my work!” Westley was known for his extortion skills. Even for a man as mad as Monster Geek, he can’t help but sweat, “The reason I’m here today is to receive a pre-historical artifact. I suspect it is of alien origin… It’ll help my study, and it is over there on the desk! I created this organization merely to fund my research!”

One of Westley’s men strode to the desk and fetched a locket. Westley observed its style, put it in his pocket, and coldly looked back at Monster Geek.

He then told the team to leave the room

“Yo…you can’t kill me!” Geek trembled, “I can give you a lot of things if money is not enough!”

“Anything is less than the harm you’ve done to this world,” Westley answered, then he took out a small metal cylinder-shaped thing and put it near Geek’s ear. A robotic voice, which has an effective hearing range of ten centimeters, said emotionlessly, “This artifact is held by an FBI agent, according to ACT 77945, the subject is sentenced to death, to be carried immediately.”

“You…” Monster Geek looked pale, but turned calm moments after, “You are right, I’m a bad guy, but you know, good and evil are always relative. Think it through, if there’s no evil, there won’t be justice. They must co-exist.”

“Sorry, I don’t like philosophy.” Westley shook his head and pulled the trigger.

Putting the gun back to the holster, Westley began exiting the room. He glimpsed the locket: metal, framed with ancient figures, a crystal was attached in the center. Was this science or quack?

He walked, then felt an explosion from above. The ground was shaking. Westley tried to steady himself by holding the wall.

“Boss, we are surrounded!” Rat’s voice burst into Westley’s ears, “It’s the marines, cannons, and choppers, we can’t hold them for long!”

Then words became statics noise, Westley was stunned. He hurried to the ground and saw the dock once again was in chaos. Choppers were flying in the sky with incoming missiles. The fire was everywhere. Cannon shells were falling like rainfall, destroying everything visible.

They were double-crossed.

Westley confirmed the current operation style was military. He was pale. If the government was turning against him, then his boss must’ve known. And if he was not notified, there would be only one reason. Monster Geek’s last words came to him.

“Listen, break it through in teams!” Westley felt the hatred, his face turned red, and shouted orders loudly. He was clear that with the manpower he had, there were little things they could do. And they were not trained for this. There was truly nothing much he could do now.

After neutralizing two choppers, three tanks, Westley, Rat, and two more men were all that’s left. They stood together at last.

“Regrets?” Westley looked at his brothers’ bloodstained face, sadly, and asked, “Regret that you follow me?”

“Boss, what are you talking about.”

“No regrets!”

“No regrets till death!”

“Don’t call me boss!” Westley felt deeply hurt, sounds of the gun shooting came nearer, he said, “I’m not your boss, I’m a coverup, I’m a government officer, a tool for the government to kill.”

Surprised, though, Rat shook his head and said, “We don’t care, you will always be our boss! We will always be here for you!”

The other two men said nothing but shaking heads.

“Is that so?” Westley looked frustrated, “Look at outside, those people, they can’t let me go. If I’m right, they are here to kill me.”

“Why? Aren’t you one of them?

“Not surprisingly, maybe I know too much of their dirty work and they want my silence.”

“Boss, let’s break out! If death is all it takes.”

“Alright, let’s go. Let’s die like a man.” With the last hint of hope, Westley said, “take the rear door!”

Right after we got out, several tiny cylinder-shaped objects flew towards us.

FLASHBOMB！

That thought had come and gone fast. My men quickly took bullets. Westley felt pain in his leg, then lost balance and fell. He tried to retaliate, got shot again on his shoulder. The pain forced him to let go of his rifle. One of the bullets was on his chest blocked that strange locket, forcing the locket inking into his skin, stained with blood.

When Westley regained his consciousness, he was surrounded by soldiers. Rat and two other brothers were long dead near him.

A soldier kicked off his rifle, and then a familiar figure approached. Not surprisingly, it’s his supervisor.

“Westley, how’s your holiday?” he seemed to be in a good mood, “I never thought I have to kill you one day.”

“Damn you, do I have that much of your attention?” Westley could feel life is going away from his body, at this very moment, he was filled with rage and regret.

“You have done enough, time to retire. Your job will be taken over.”

“Why?”

“Please don’t blame me. Your identity is causing suspicion from other parties. This one is on you, why can’t you keep it low huh? Those cartel guys you killed can be counted, but the government officials that you assassinated, that I’m unable to explain to my super. I need to keep the Internal Affair, and myself, clean. You must go.”

“You scum! That you order…!”

“Indeed, now since you are dying,” The man in the suit smiled, “today’s operation, I lost something too. But it all seemed worthy of killing you.”

“Worth it? I don’t think so,” Westley shook his head, slowly reached a cold object from his left pocket, pressed the button on it, “At least you shall die with me.”

The silver metal object fell to the ground. A red dot on it was blinking fast. Small as it was, it caused a new round of chaos.

“Air grenade!”

“Get out!”

“That’s the FAE! Get out!“

“Kill him!”

“Not enough time!”

A massive explosion occurred, hot air flooded the entire block. Quakes passed through the ground miles away.