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MERCILESS HUNTER

Chapter 3 NO MERCY LEFT

Word Count: 1096    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

s certain boundaries, even amid death and pain. However, blood, treachery, and the

e the same

Silent and rusty, cargo containers towered like tombstones. Cain squatted on top of one, breathing slowly,

lled from crystal bowls. Guns glinted beneath tuxedos. It was decadence carved out of decay. And in the

is rifle. One clean shot cou

wasn't

f you want to kill a monster, don'

re to kill Gri

e to send

three guards with tranquilizer darts and one with

masked aristocrats raised glasses to the empire Victor founded, a DJ blasted synthetic rhythms. Unnoticed

son and power, with his arms wrapped arou

to the bar next t

inutes later

They looked at each o

he mark of the serpent." Veselov smiled, but it wavered. "What?" Cai

he smile dropped. "W

idn't

er; he slammed the man's head into the bar with a crack. The

s mask off and held

r boss I'

the blade across Veselov's cheek deep, precise. A signat

ished into the crowd befor

Cain watched the news l

acker at Se

ured, suspect u

cts in cu

ed them to understand the message.

would

th the floorboards. Inside were sketches, notes, names crossed o

t wou

no mercy l

s who laughed as

ds hiding behind

n who taught h

nged to Ambrose Kellan, a former colleague of Victor's who was notorious for using charities and orph

e guards were arrogant

uracy, without the use of weapon

l again by the time he ar

the beginning of suffering , with a purp

m, navigating corners. Then he discovered the r

alr

d, wide-eyed. Written in bl

ain gazed at the message. Then he saw the t

ame

and gazed straigh

e watc

All right. Pay close attention. In

st turn black in a secret chamber that was only

made it to his eyes as he exhaled gent

ice. Beside him, a tall, broad man with

o take car

ed his fingers together and leaned back. "When they belie

s blood on his clothing that wasn't his. His hands shook a little, but not out of terror. The ad

is face with

pse of something in his ref

a hu

sold

d to be, kneeling next to his mother

oked

had pass

-barreled revolver with the name "Lena" inscribed on it that he hadn't used in ye

emained fo

ncertainty. Victor had

w on his

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