Chris left the apartnt and went to the address Oswald had given him, arriving at a small workshop that produced drugs instead of dicine or clothing.
The addictive narcotics produced here disgusted Chris. Even robbery seed more honorable than peddling this life-ruining crap.
All Chris wanted right now was to hurry up and finish this mission, then go back to sleep and rest. There was still a lingering sense of guilt for screwing his friend's mother, and it would take so ti for that emotion to fade.
...
Inside the small workshop, there were hard-working employees here, and there were also n and won who got high on drugs and started screwing around in public.
Chris sneered at these shaless whores who let countless n plow them, he was only interested in defiling respectable housewives.
Gathering combustibles, Chris stealthily approached the ard guards, he was not going to wonder if his flesh could withstand those bullets from their guns.
Chris waved his hand for a surge of manna and unleashed his only learned wild spell - [Inferno Fla].
The flas instantly engulfed one of the ard guards.
"Help !" the burning guard scread as he collapsed, writhing and flailing desperately.
Chris saw his magic progress bar creeping up - perhaps 50 more throws before it was completely filled. He wondered what would happen then.
The flas continued to burn, and just as the other guards tried to co to the rescue, they themselves burst into flas, all in a frenzy.
More workers rushed out, all nervously holding their pistols and staring at the burning guards.
A hideous bald man directly shot a guard to death, shouting: "It's rcy, they're all in pain to live, don't let them suffer! It's not in vain for us to be coworkers!"
Chris began to keep unleashing his spell, setting all of them on fire, and they started to run for water, trying to put out the fire with it. Chris was a little surprised that these addicts could run faster than an Olympic 100-ter champion!
As the cold water poured down, it truly extinguished the flas on their bodies.
Even though many of them were wondering why they were suddenly on fire, the most important thing right now was to extinguish the flas.
However, one fla after another rose up, and eventually so of them went crazy, everything here was so weird, and the weirdness freaked them out!
They all ran out frantically, screaming at the top of their lungs. Unfortunately, this was the middle of nowhere, if people saw these gangsters, they would just stay away, no help would co for known criminals in this wasteland.
...
An hour later, Chris slowly approached the workshop to finish up.
He could only make sure that the people he saw were dead, but he couldn't cast a spell on the ones he didn't see.
He picked up a rifle and crept quietly forward. There were still a few white n inside, all holding knives and standing guard - they were probably gang mbers and looked like addicts.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
Three shots took out the gang mbers.
Chris found a car and started loading the drugs into it, then confiscated the weapons and ammunition. Finally, he spread large amounts of gasoline and combustibles around the workshop.
After driving the car away, he cast a spell to make fire appear out of thin air.
"BOOM!" A huge fire instantly rose up, and Chris started the car and left the scene.
- I bloom in the killing, like a flower in the dawn.
This would certainly attract the attention of the police, but it was no big deal. They would find out it was just another "dog eat dog" incident, which was a common daily routine in Brooklyn.
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