I picked up a couple of burgers, eating out of boredom and not hunger, as I continued to summarize my findings.
"Hmm, the MAC-11's have to go, the MP5SD too. I can think of no reason why I would need suppressed rounds in Hellsgate. I also need to upgrade the M26 grenades. Lastly, I needed sothing for large groups of undead.
There was a saying that if your gun didn't do the job, you were using the wrong gun.
Maneuver AB showed that basic bullets couldn't kill large numbers of zombies in a tily manner. While my bullets tore through them like paper, if the bullets hit enough bodies, they tended to lose all montum.
No matter how much I fired, it took thousands of rounds before I could kill over 500. Even a Gatling gun would have little effect, because the real problem was that the zombies would block the bullets whenever they bunched up.
Modern militaries faced the sa problem, only instead of multiple bodies, they were blocked by armor, so they invented mortars and grenades.
I couldn't use a mortar because those needed soone to man them. Grenades were difficult to use because they had fuses that required timing to use.
"But what if they were on rockets instead?"
So-called rocket-propelled grenades, or anti-tank weapons. If I had so of those, even if the zombies were clustered together, I could blow them to kingdom co.
Cyclopes, corpse eaters, giants, and even undead brutes would be no match for .
"Hehehe, and if I could charge the rocket with {Counter} Hell, that would be a sight to see!"
I already had an idea of the weapons I wanted to get, but I wasn't sure if I could get them before the Seeker War. With my main goals completed I finished up and went back to my hotel.
"Hmm, maybe I should get a car while I'm at it."
Was this how the rich people rolled? If they wanted sothing, they just went out and bought it. Normally, I would have to have a long debate with myself before making big purchases. But now? not even close.
Even if I couldn't afford a car at this mont. After about a week in Hellsgate, I was sure that I could even buy a Ferrari if I wanted to.
Pleased with such newfound freedom, I was about to go ho and get ready for tonight when my phone started ringing.
When I saw that an unknown number was listed, I started to have my doubts. I had already thrown away my old number when I quit my job. So either this was a scam caller or soone was stalking .
Nervously, I answered, but waited for the other line to speak first.
[Hello? Mr. Limitless? This is the concierge at the Arizona Biltmore Hotel, a woman claiming to be your relative has co and that she will make you choke on your jewels if you don't show up at this mont].
"What the fuck?"
[Is that him? Give the damn phone! Madam, please calm down, there is no need for violence. If you don't let go of , I will show you violence! Hands off!]
"Just give her the phone. I will talk to this woman."
[I understand Mr. Limitless.]
How did this woman even know I was at the Biltmore Hotel? And why was she talking like a bitch? Her voice and manner of speaking sounded familiar.
[Yo, dipshit! Where the fuck have you been? Appleboo told you were already in Phoenix. What, you don't want to co see your second ma?]
Only one person called dipshit with dripping affection. It was the most violent woman that I have ever known in my life.
Wife of Earl Simmons and my self-proclaid second mother, Noelle Simmons.
"Um. Good morning, Mrs. Simmons. I, uh, have been busy and haven't been able to stop by. It is good to hear your voice."
Noelle Simmons was a forr mixed martial arts fighter who specialized in Arican kickboxing and Judo. She was a tall woman who loved to fight. Her love story with Earl boiled down to her looking for a man who could survive her thrashing.
[Nice try dipshit, cut the crap. You seem to be doing well staying in such a fancy hotel. So of my friends saw you around and told . When are you coming over?]
"..."
It wasn't a question, it was an order. It wasn't that I wanted to avoid them. I just thought that since I was no longer human, I should avoid them.
While I thought about how to answer.
[Dipshit, co over now. I am in a really bad mood. Lana narrowly escaped being kidnapped. Co over and spar with . I need to blow off so steam.]
Alana was Earl's youngest daughter; she was supposed to be finishing high school. Why would she suddenly be kidnapped?
My blood pressure spiked when I rembered Aira's files, the kidnapping might have to do with the assassins after .
'FUCK! What if they found out I was close to Earl's family?'
"What? Is she okay? Where is Lana now?"
[Lana's fine, dipshit. I have your girl to thank for that. She said your girlfriend saved her at your request.]
"I see."
I couldn't figure out what was going on. Who was this woman? And why was she with the Simmons? Was she a reaper? I clenched my fist as I began to imagine the worst-case scenarios.
"Mrs. Simmons, did she tell you her na?"
[Are you fucking serious, dipshit? You don't even know your own girlfriend's na? Or is it because you have too many? What kind of player has my son beco? Feels like you need a can of motherly whoop-ass. Moving on from that bitch Caroline is fine, but...]
"Ma. Please tell her na. It's important."
Despite how loud and foul-mouthed Noelle was, during the tis I felt lost, she gave the motherly affection I desperately needed. It felt awkward to call her Ma, but she knew I only used it when I was dead serious.
[.... She told her na was Aki Miroku. She is an extrely beautiful Jap with the sll of blood on her. Dipshit. What did you get yourself into?]
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