179 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 17 (1/2)

Saturday, 17th Of March 2018. 1800 Hours. An Abattoir.

Where I was standing, dead bodies were around me. They were full of bullet holes left by the bullets that I shot from my rifle. if I counted it, there were six dead bodies waiting to be ground inside of that abattoir.

I flipped the lever on the wall and the machine started running and grinding those pile of dead bodies. I simply walked away from those piles. The machine produced ground meat which should be automatically packaged in the morning.

I opened the door of that abattoir. More dead bodies in that room. One of them had a chainsaw attached to its head. The body was located right beside the machine that cut the meat into smaller pieces.

I stabbed the head of that person with the chainsaw since he attacked me with that thing. I also shot him with my SCAR-H. What did I do in the abattoir if one might ask? I was doing a favor for Charlie in removing one of the mafias in the city.

I walked across the metallic machines in that abattoir. My boots stomped the floor outside of that abattoir and I breathed in the fresh air of that afternoon. Nobody should have noticed what happened in that abattoir since the machinery was very loud, I was using a suppressed rifle, and the area was located very far from any residential area who would immediately call the police one gunshot was heard.

I got on my motorbike and rode away from that abattoir. The detonator for the bomb which I had placed was in my hands. The big red button was eager to be pressed. After some blocks away from that abattoir, I simply pushed the detonator and the factory immediately blew into small pieces.

Charlie: ”Nice job, Lima. I'll wire the payment to you.”

Lynn: ”Factory is destroyed and the mafia has been disabled. I'll say this is quite a good day for me.”

[20,000$ has been transferred]

I got that notification as I drove down the busy street of the old town. It was the rush hour where people came back to their own homes. The traffic seemed would not move anytime soon. I just relaxed on that motorbike as the other people were looking at me who was dressed in a full clad tactical uniform.

It took me two hours thanks to that traffic jam to just get into my house. The house seemed to be not welcoming me. The lights were turned off and the only one who was in that house was my cleaning robot.

The living room was dark as usual. The TV hadn't been turned on yet. The couch was still in the same position just like when I left it, messy and disorganized. I walked back to my bedroom to grab the glass that I used for doing something.

The kitchen was filled with many appliances, but the one I would use tonight was the coffee machine. I plugged it into the power source and put a package of coffee inside of it. The water tank was full and I put my cup on the bottom of it.

I went to my planning room. I hadn't done any revenge this week and I would do it again. This time, I needed to pick a target that could contribute to a massive amount of damage to the finances of that family.

My target was the vice-president of the company which Sissy's family managed. That target owned half of the company and killing him should lower the price of the stock and thus crippling the economy of that family. I put my coffee only on the table of that room and sat down in front of the computer.

I typed the name of the vice-president and it immediately showed up on the database. My parents were quite diligent in finding the data I suppose since it also had the full address of that vice president.

I didn't have to scout the area either. I had known the layout since I had done many house infiltrations before and this one wouldn't be that far different from the others.