Reincarnated in Banshee Town

With his eyes clouded and his heart pounding, Rebecca looked up and saw Burton's hand reaching out to her. Without hesitation, he took his hand to get up from the ground with difficulty.

The plan had worked. Rebecca seized the opportunity, using Alex Longshadow's pride and lust against him. He became the perfect bait to lure him to Burton and deal a fatal blow to him, preventing him from testifying against his uncle.

The driver's door had been modified to open with a slight push, allowing it to open almost instantly and give Rebecca enough time to jump at the right time. Everything had been meticulously planned by Burton.

Although Rebecca and Burton had agreed that he would only start shooting once she jumped out of the car, Burton would have shown no compassion; the attack would have been carried out without a glimpse of remorse in his mind.

—I guess my luck is not that bad. —Rebecca thought.

Fortunately, Rebecca reacted quickly to seeing the stun grenade hit the car hood. He turned his head, closed his eyes to protect himself from the intense light, opened the car door, turned around and, without thinking, jumped instantly.

He turned his head to look at the car, now full of holes due to the gust of bullets that hit him, and, judging by the blood dripping from the door corners, it seemed almost impossible that any of the passengers had survived.

After Rebecca stood up, she clenched her teeth and snatched the Ak-47 rifle from Burton's hands. The white skirt she was wearing was broken, stained with blood and dirt mixed with each other, but Rebecca didn't mind and limped forward with the gun in her hands.

Except for Burton, no one on the scene dared to look directly at the blonde girl, even though her current condition seemed to be knocked down by a gust of wind.

Rebecca looked out the window at the second row of seats, Alex's back guards did not survive, their faces showed the panic and fear he had experienced before he died.

He walked back to the passenger side, where Alex was glancing at the few broken chunks in the rearview mirror.

A fragment of glass protruded from his cheek, as if a deep cut had divided his face in two. His bulletproof vest, torn and pierced at various points, barely served its purpose. The hands and feet were shattered, covered in cuts and bruises, while blood flowed from the gunshot wounds to his body at an alarming rate, with that bleeding his organs would soon begin to fail due to loss of blood and oxygen.

He breathed weakly, moved his eyes slowly, and reluctantly asked:

— Why?

Rebecca struggled to lift the rile with her arms and pressed the butt of the gun against her shoulder. The black barrel of the gun stuck into Alex's eyes.

— Do you know what is the most fun of all this? That a guy like you believed he had a chance with me. —said with a bitter smile. — 

—Bang, bang, bang...

Violent calls erupted from the gun, Rebecca clenched her teeth, holding her hands steady as she emptied the magazine without hesitation, turning Alex into little more than an unrecognizable jumble of flesh and blood.

When the echo of the shots faded, Rebecca ran her hand over her face, wiping the splattered blood. A cold smile was drawn on his lips as he murmured with an icy mockery:

—Thanks for the necklace, asshole.

Once I'm done, I walk back to Burton throwing the gun at him.

—Clean up this mess and get rid of the bodies. They will soon realize that something went wrong, when Alex does not return to the reserve.

—I'll take care of it. —Burton replied while taking the AK.

It was not until the moment that Rebecca risked her life for Proctor that Burton really considered her as one of his own, someone who would give his life for him, and I consider her his equal. Before this, she was just an expendable piece, which Proctor kept for mere sentimentality in his old life.

New York, Chinatown.

The bustling crowds filled the streets, and numerous posters decorated the sidewalks, decorated ChinatownNow with limited resources and outnumbered he had to balance the balance so please, Rabbit had access to weapons and equipment, so Hood took Ethan and Carrie to Chinatown early in the morning to find an old acquaintance.

After getting out of the car, Carrie looked at the exotic streets and the unknown characters that were everywhere and asked Hood curiously:

— What is the subject we are looking for called?

—Gabriel Waincroft.

Ethan followed Hood, dodging an elderly man who was giving him a jaula:

— Are we looking for ayuda from a Chinese arms dealer who has been in Waincroft?

Hood shook his head:

—It is not Chinese, but it moves in various circles of the underworld.

Carrie intervened:

— So the Triad is behind him?

—It is difficult to explain, but you could be right. I only know that he usually makes deals in Chinatown

Hood pulled out a note in his hand. It was the address Job had given him to seek his contact:

—According to what he told me, he is someone he met a while ago, he is somewhat elusive and not to be trusted, but we have no other choice. Rabbit will not be the only one in the church, and we are at a disadvantage, we need weapons to face it. — Carrie said trying to join the conversation, which was being deliberately excluded by Ethan.

—We trust Job.—dijo Hood myentras Ethan lit a cigarette.

— Why do I feel like there is something you haven't told us? —Ethan asked.

—To be honest, Job hasn't seen him in over ten years. —Hood replied.

Ethan exhaled, feeling a little annoyance, he didn't like taking risks in situations where he couldn't control:

— Do you think it doesn't help?

—I don't know, but if money isn't a problem I don't think we have to worry. — Hood replied, shrugging.

He stopped in front of an old woman with white hair to ask for directions, showing him the note in his hands:

—Excuse me, how do you get to this place?

The woman looked at him confused and replied in Chinese, but Hood did not understand anything.

—Give me that old man, dear.

Ethan took the note and, taking out his phone, opened his browser to find the address of the "Wanda Aquatic Products". Soon, the screen was filled with the search results, and after a few seconds, the map appeared. 

Carrie burst out laughing as Ethan dodged Hood's foot trying to kick him.

It didn't take long for their destination to arrive, soon the atmosphere calmed down, and fewer people seemed to be circulating on the streets as if avoiding the area, Hood observed the crowd approaching them, because of their posture they did not look friendly and, with a worried tone, Carrie commented:

— Are you sure this is the right place? .

Hood's eyes scoured the surroundings. There were only four elders playing cards at a nearby table

—Yes, relax. Everything is fine I will talk to them.

Because if he didn't do something now, they couldn't find Gabriel so he decided to talk to the guys in front of him.

—We are looking for Gabriel Waincroft — said Hood, in a low and slow voice, while his eyes traveled to each of the men-

None of them responded, but one of the elders took a small metal bell and rang it with a slight jingle. The sound, although discreet, was enough to capture the attention of several men who were prowling down the nearby street. Within seconds, one of them stepped forward.

The man who walked further, of medium height and shaved head, raised the corner of his lips in a confident smile. Without warning, he punched Hood's face, who, surprised, was hit and wobbled a few steps back.

Around him, the crowd reacted as if the exit signal had been given, beginning to move immediately. Ethan, however, remained on guard, his eyes fixed on the two closest men, watching them cautiously out of the corner of his eye.

When the first subject attacked, the other two rushed towards Ethan. Without thinking, he dodged his punches, leaning and backing quickly. In the blink of an eye, he slipped behind them, held out his hands, and held them around his neck, throwing them back hard.

The two men, unable to defend themselves, were flogged against the pavement with a loud crash. Their heads bounced off impact, and a cry of pain escaped their lips. Ethan stopped immediately, pulling his gun out of his waist aiming at the two men. He was not there to inflict more suffering, but to get answers.

Carrie, meanwhile, was fighting another man. After taking two hits, he knocked him to the ground and caught him with a key.

—¡Bang!

Hood, surrounded by four men, defended himself as best he could, but eventually received a kick to the chest that rolled him across the floor.

— Damn! —growled, getting up quickly and throwing himself back into the fight.

Meanwhile, Ethan groomed himself to search for the subject who had attacked Hood, who tried to kick him. Ethan dodged to the side, grabbed his leg and pulled hard.

— Ahhh! —screamed the man as he fell into a painful, open position.

Ethan advanced, placing one hand on the back of his head and raising the other, pointing his gun at his head. The man seeing the barrel of the gun in front of the hill his eyes tightly. But when he didn't feel the impact, he opened his eyes to see Ethan's fist stopped in front of him. He swallowed, nervous.

Ethan smiled and said:

—We just want to find Gabriel Waincroft. We don't want trouble, okay?

—I don't know anyone by that name —he exclaimed.

— Stop!

An authoritative scream echoed behind them. Ethan turned his head and saw four elders with mini machine guns pointed at them. The elders, who played at a nearby table.

Ethan reacted quickly, using the guy in front of him as a shield. At the same time, Hood raised his hands as a sign of surrender. Carrie, who was on the ground, released the man she had caught.

The elders lowered their weapons, and one of them, with a gray beard, coldly said to the leader:

—If they are a shame, they cannot even against two men and a woman, just take them with the boy and let us continue with our game that ruins my night.

—Yes, man. — replied the guy in Ethan's hands, visibly embarrassed.

The man adjusted his leather jacket, nodded at Ethan, and led them to iron stairs leading to the second floor.

Hood and Carrie shook off the dust before following him.

Upon reaching the second floor, they passed through a narrow hallway before entering a room full of gaming tables.

There were people of different nationalities: Chinese, Westerners, and even men from the Middle East. The games included Poker, Blackjack, Roulette, and even Mahjong. Although a poster prohibited smoking, everyone ignored the rule.

After crossing the room, they arrived at a traditionally decorated reception room with antique furniture, calligraphy on the walls, and a tea table in the center. Ethan sat in a corner.

A woman in a black qipao dress with embroidered black and red details appeared to serve tea. While she worked, the leader said:

—Mr. Waincroft will see you in ten minutes. Have some tea while you wait.

—Thanks —Ethan replied calmly.

Ethan without mistrust took you drinking it in one gulp. Carrie and Hood, seeing him so sure, imitated his behavior, which made the woman laugh discreetly.

Finally, Gabriel appeared with an imposing appearance- His face reflects hardness, and his eyes show coldness. His style is relaxed and somewhat scruffy, but his posture and attitude made it clear that he is not someone to underestimate.

—Well here I am. Now tell me why I don't kill you right away for breaking into my territory like this —he said, looking at Hood harshly.

Hood raised an eyebrow.

— Are you kidding me?

— Do I look like someone joking? —Gabriel replied, pointing to his bodyguards, who prepared to attack.

Hood, with a sarcastic smile, replied:

Gabriel watched Hood with a piercing gaze, his face muscles tense, but not completely hostile. The atmosphere was charged with tension when he finally spoke.

— Job sent us —Hood said in a firm but relaxed tone —. He said you could provide us with some work tools.

Gabriel was silent for a few seconds, evaluating Hood's words. His cold eyes ran through the figure of Hood, searching for any sign of deception.

— I haven't seen Job in a decade, as I know you're telling me the truth. —Gabriel replied, hinting at a mixture of respect and curiosity. 

— He told me to remind you that you owe him one for what happened in Malaysia in 2004 — Hood replied, in a serious tone. I knew that was something only the two of them could understand. Although Job had not given him many details, he hoped the mention was sufficient.

— Okay —he said, his deep and authoritative voice —. If Job trusts you, then I will too. But remember, I don't like nonsense.

Carrie, seeing the interaction, let out a relieved sigh. Her body, which was tense before, relaxed a little Ethan, meanwhile, was silent, drinking tea calmly. His gaze is on Gabriel and Hood.

The tension dissipated, but the atmosphere was still charged. Gabriel relaxed a little more, but still kept that fierce look.

— And what do Job need from me. — I ask calmly while he is dating towards the wooden desk.

—This. — Hood said by placing a folded sheet of paper on Gabriel's desk, he quietly took the note looking inside.

Gabriel looked at the list with a frown, evaluating each item carefully. The list was direct and complete: a pair of Glocks, AK-74 rifles, trimmed cannon shotguns, and various smoke grenades, bulletproof vests, and hollow point ammunition, designed to cause as much damage as possible.

—It won't be a problem. — He said in a calm voice. — Payment must be made in one of my accounts and they have exactly one hour to complete it —he added, turning slightly to take a cigarette from the small case of silver on the desk — And tell Job that with this, I no longer owe him any favors.

His tone was firm, almost indifferent, as if what he had just said was so trivial, he soon fired them, handing over the list to one of his men.

Hood thanked him for getting out of there, after a quick call he called Job to deliver Gabriel's transfer details for the payment, Job almost screamed in the sky for the price, but they couldn't do anything for now and resignedly paid the price.

Two hours later a gray Toyota Corolla parked outside Gabriel's casino, the man himself who had taken them with Gabriel, named Donny Chen, handed the keys over to Hood.

—What they asked for is in the trunk, now they must go. — He said in a calm voice handing the keys to Hood. —

They all got in the car to get out of there quickly.