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Chapter 13: Who is the hunter and who is the prey?
Scarface, before the end of the world, used to be an extremely dangerous prisoner locked up inside the Tokyo Detention House.
When the virus spread and everything collapsed into pure chaos, the prison turned into a complete pandemonium. Without the slightest hesitation, Scarface killed one of the guards and escaped, bringing along with him a group of criminals just as psychopathic and violent as himself.
With no more laws, with no more rules, they fully surrendered themselves to their most rotten and disgusting instincts. Burning, killing, looting, raping... There were absolutely no limits left for them anymore.
They survived until now by pillaging and robbing the resources of every survivor that crossed their path, like true human vultures scavenging the ruins.
When they finally arrived at the urban area of Tokyo, the hungry and greedy eyes of this gang quickly focused on one juicy and delicious target: that gigantic supermarket-warehouse.
Scarface immediately ordered some of his henchmen to scout the place and check how much supplies were stored there.
— "There's definitely food in there, boss! And not just a little, no way!"
— "Beer, canned food, vegetables, fruits, fresh meat... Holy shit! There are even giant lobsters, boss!"
— "There's so much frozen meat in the refrigerated storage that it easily weighs several dozens of tons!"
What was stored down there, in that underground facility, was beyond anyone's imagination! It was pure wealth in this new destroyed world.
With all that, they could easily live comfortably for years!
— "Very good... Excellent."
— "Throw out those useless corpses. From now on, this place is officially our temporary headquarters."
Scarface was absolutely satisfied, almost drooling with pleasure at the situation.
In a world where food became currency, whoever holds the supplies holds the power.
With all those goods in my hands... What kind of thing can't I have? What kind of woman wouldn't I be able to touch?
— "A simple can of tuna... Heh... It's enough to make any famous celebrity fall down to her knees and suck me so affectionately that she ends up crying with emotion...!"
Suddenly, one of the henchmen who was standing close to the window widened his eyes and screamed:
— "Boss! Someone's coming!"
— "Huh?!"
Scarface immediately rushed over to the window, frowning hard.
Outside, right there in the alley beside the supermarket, it was clearly possible to see a freshly parked black Land Rover.
Right away, the car door opened. A man and two women jumped out and started walking directly towards the supermarket entrance.
Scarface widened his eyes, and an animalistic, beast-like smile took over his face as soon as he laid eyes on the two girls.
— "Well, well... Look at that... There are girls...!"
His eyes gleamed brightly, just like the eyes of a hungry wolf staring at fresh, tender meat.
— "I didn't expect the delivery to be made straight to the door...!"
— "Hahaha! Luck today is seriously fucking amazing!"
...
Takayama Akira and the two girls entered the supermarket.
The very first scene that appeared right in front of their eyes was complete chaos — total mess, shelves completely empty, everything had been looted long ago.
Not even a single roll of toilet paper was left behind.
But Akira didn't flinch one single bit. The real objective of this mission was simple and very clear: the storage of fresh and frozen meats inside the refrigerated chambers.
The storage areas of these large-scale supermarkets use semi-electronic doors, extremely resistant against break-ins or vandalism.
It's practically impossible for normal people to break in without an access key or specific tools made for that.
That's why there was a very high probability that the materials inside were still perfectly preserved and untouched.
Without wasting even a second, they headed straight towards the storage area in the basement.
Upon arriving, they noticed that the storage room door was wide open, and tons of supplies were stacked there in a very organized way.
Frozen meats, vegetables, eggs...
It was a scene that practically looked like an invitation. A tempting sight, as if saying: "Welcome, come on in."
If it had been other survivors standing here, their eyes would probably be sparkling with pure greed, running like lunatics to grab everything, without thinking about anything else at all.
But Akira was completely different. His eyes gleamed coldly. Something was definitely wrong here.
The subtle sound of breathing echoed quietly inside the storage. Clearly, there were at least a dozen people hiding in there.
It became completely obvious. All of this... was a trap. And they had been marked as prey.
But... if they wanted to play hunter and prey, great. He was going to show them exactly who the real predator here was.
The three of them stepped right into the storage, pretending everything was completely normal.
At the exact same moment — BANG! — the door was brutally slammed shut.
Two bandits appeared right at the entrance, holding machetes, completely blocking the way out.
The floor was completely covered in headless corpses. The blood wasn't even fully dry yet.
By the ripped and dirty clothes, it was easy to tell they were the manager, some supermarket employees, and even a few unlucky survivors.
Scarface didn't even wait. He came circling around together with his henchmen.
— "Boss, these two are TOP FUCKING TIER!" — one of them said, his eyes completely full of lust, staring at Hinata and Aya like predators looking at a banquet.
Scarface stared at Hinata and Aya, practically drooling.
From the window earlier, it was impossible to see this well. But now, seeing them up close... these two were way, WAY hotter than any famous actress he had ever seen in his entire fucking life.
— "This little punk is one lucky motherfucker..." — he muttered, biting his lip.
— "But... since you came knocking on my door... I won't bother being polite at all."
— "KILL THE GUY. AND BRING THE WOMEN. THEY'RE GONNA ENTERTAIN US VERY WELL!"
That wave of his hand was like a death sentence for Akira. And a slavery sentence for Hinata and Aya.
The henchmen exploded into laughter and hungry, predatory stares.
It had been a very, very long time since they'd seen fresh meat of this level. Actually... to be honest, never in their entire fucking lives had they even dreamed of touching women of this fucking caliber.
But now... things were different. After the boss had his fun, maybe... just maybe, they could get their turn too.
— "Relax, sweetheart... Our boss is generous... He's gonna treat you really, really well, hahaha!" — one of them advanced, stretching his hands to grab Hinata, the dirtiest, most disgusting grin plastered all over his filthy face.
But then...
BANG!
With one quick spin and absolutely insane precision, Hinata fired a dry, clean kick — it was almost like she was kicking a soccer ball.
Her foot exploded straight into the bastard's jaw.
The fucker's head was ripped clean off his body right there, flying far away like a ball aimed straight into the top corner of the goal.
Blood sprayed absolutely everywhere, like an uncontrollable fountain.
Thud.
The silence that followed was instant.
The headless corpse slowly collapsed onto the floor, as if the body still hadn't realized it was dead.
— "What a bloody mess... Someone's gonna have to clean this up later." — muttered Akira, frowning, sounding a little bit irritated.
— "Sorry... I couldn't hold back my strength." — replied Hinata, blinking her eyes with that innocent little face that didn't fool anyone anymore.
Silence completely took over the entire place.
The atmosphere became so heavy that you could even hear the sound of your own breathing.
Everyone's expressions were completely frozen, paralyzed, almost unable to believe what the fuck they had just witnessed.
This girl... this cute, beautiful girl, delicate, with that sweet angel face, the very same one they were just imagining in the filthiest, nastiest positions...
She's really... this absurdly, monstrously strong?!
What the fuck is this... a King Kong Barbie?!
Even Scarface realized that something was very, VERY wrong here.
These youngsters... they definitely were not your average survivors!
But trying hard not to show the panic that was slowly starting to grow deep inside his soul, he yelled, forcing his voice to sound commanding:
— "EVERYONE GO TOGETHER!!"
— "I don't believe she can handle everyone at once, GO, ATTACK!!!"
The order echoed.
The henchmen snapped out of the shock, woke up from that paralysis, and rushed forward, screaming like wild fucking animals, machetes in hand, their eyes injected with pure rage.
— "A dozen strong men against one little girl?! Don't make me fucking laugh!" — they thought.
They were the worst kind of scum. Criminals who didn't even flinch in front of cops. Why the fuck would they be scared of a woman?
To them, women were nothing but toys. Tools made to serve... and be used until broken.
But life... life was about to teach them one hell of a fucking lesson today.
— "You two... go ahead." — said Akira, with that cold, indifferent tone that only he knows how to use.
— "Deal with this trash. Use this as practice."
— "Don't let... a single one of them leave alive."
His voice was calm. But every single word cut like a razor-sharp steel blade.
In today's world... murder is no longer a crime.
Having pity on enemies now... is the exact same thing as being cruel to yourself.
As soon as they heard the order, Hinata and Aya, who were already bursting with the urge to act, leapt straight into the crowd like two hungry predators.
And that's when the massacre started.
Both of them were second-level Awakened.
For them... a punch, a kick, even a little flick... was something no ordinary human being had the slightest chance of surviving.
To make sure none of them turned into zombies later, both of them targeted the lethal points right away: head and cervical spine.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The sounds of bones snapping echoed like a macabre background soundtrack.
Necks snapping, vertebrae getting crushed, skulls shattering like they were made of fucking glass.
The henchmen fell... one after another... like wheat being cut down by invisible scythes.
Scarface?
He... he didn't even have the courage to move. He just kept taking slow steps backwards, his face as pale as paper, sweat pouring down like a fucking waterfall.
When he realized the shit had gone way too far, he instantly turned around, opened the door, and ran like hell, stumbling over his own legs.
— "What the FUCK...!!!" — he growled, drowning in pure desperation.
— "What the hell kind of demons are these?!" — he screamed, running as if the devil himself was sinking his teeth into his heels.
The only thought in his head was: "Where there's life, there's hope. I NEED to survive!!"
He bolted out of the supermarket, desperate, stomping the ground like a wild animal running for its fucking life.
But the very moment he crossed the door... he ran straight into a blonde woman.
Tall. Absurdly beautiful.
A fucking wall.
— "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!! MOVE, YOU BITCH!!" — Scarface shouted, blinded by fear, pushing her with both hands.
He was so fucking focused on saving his own skin that he didn't even have time for any other thought. No malice, nothing. Just pure, raw survival instinct.
But then...
— "Scarface..." — her voice sounded, calm, almost cold.
— "It's really you, huh?"
SLAP!!
Nakaoka Alyna raised her hand... and slapped him.
But it wasn't just a slap.
It was a slap so ridiculously powerful that it made Scarface's head spin 180 degrees... completely.
For the first time in his miserable life... Scarface saw his own back.
The body collapsed right there, instantly dead, without even understanding how.
— "Master, it's all taken care of here." — said Alyna, grabbing her phone and sending a voice message, with the same natural tone as someone saying they just bought some bread.
A few seconds later, Akira's voice replied on the other end:
— "Alright. Come in with the supplies."
— "Perfect, Master!" — answered Alyna, with that professional smile of someone who delivers only top-quality work.
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