Scarlet Finale is a Nostramo gang that is difficult to describe in words. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because of how terrifying their image is or how brutal their style is.
What you need to know is that these two points are basically standard features of the Nostramo gang. If you don't have any of the above, the gang will take the initiative to 'fire' you.
Moreover, in terms of violence, they actually don't rank at all. Apart from having a lot of motorcycles and liking to paint half of their faces red with blood, there is nothing worth remembering about Scarlet Finale.
Furthermore, they are not very creative in their use of motorcycles.
They don't use them to tie people up and drag them to death, nor do they use them to hit passing civilians. They really just ride on it and shoot and wield knives. Compared with other gangs who also like motorcycles, they have no imagination.
And the reason why this gang is difficult to describe specifically in words is because they are now...
Well, they're mostly... broken now.
Literally.
Khalil stood calmly in front of a closed wooden door, his hands lowered and folded in his cloak.
He breathed quietly, almost imperceptibly. The floor beneath his feet was covered in blood, even covering the thick soles of his leather boots. He just stood in front of the door calmly and waited patiently.
He is always very patient.
Fifteen minutes later, two slight sighs of relief came from behind the door, and then quickly disappeared again.
Khalil continued to wait, motionless. Five minutes later, there were soft voices inside the door and the sound of leather boots treading lightly on the cement floor.
At this moment, Khalil suddenly changed his posture.
He exerted force with his legs and pushed forward with his right shoulder. The huge force caused the door to be knocked down immediately, and the person behind the door who came to check the situation was also unlucky.
He screamed and was knocked out. Unfortunately, he hit the wall and made no sound immediately. Gunshots rang out, and this time, Khalil was prepared.
The sound would no longer be heard - in fact, the killing had been going on for some time, and the other gang across the street had never noticed that a massacre was taking place.
"Hello." Khalil said softly, his eyes flashing with a cold blue light, making his voice become scary and low, like the weird sound of a knife blade rubbing against bones.
He stood in front of the empty door, tilting his head, not in a hurry to kill the last survivor. There was blood under his feet, and the corridor behind him was covered with corpses. The broken windows and holes in the walls let in the pale white light from outside.
This angle was carefully designed by Khalil. He needed the survivor to see this.
"Don't come here...don't come here..."
There was silence in the room for a few seconds, and then a horrified voice sounded, as well as the protest of a gun that kept pulling the trigger but had no bullets.
The latter is especially obvious.
Khalil smiled and did not rush to press. He could already smell the fear.
Fear can change many things, it can make wise people stupid and fools wise. A few people can withstand high pressure, ignore fear and keep moving forward. But most people will inevitably become its slaves.
He slowly took a step forward, deliberately letting the survivors see his posture.
The unfortunate man screamed immediately, his imagination letting him involuntarily begin to imagine what Khalil would do to him next.
He shrank back on his hands and knees, and at the same time began to continuously grab debris and garbage on the ground and throw it at Khalil.
Very good...just as I expected.
Khalil narrowed his eyes, and the cold blue light flashed in his eyes again. He stood there and did not choose to avoid it, and all the debris passed through his body, not even touching the corners of his clothes.
They fell to the ground and fell into the broken flesh and corpses, splashing blood and making a dull popping sound.
The screams started again seconds later.
This time it was particularly high and fragmented. The only survivor of the Scarlet Finale closed his eyes, began to recite illogical sentences, and waved his hands randomly, just wanting to beg the evil spirit of revenge to let him go.
What he didn't know was that Khalil couldn't move at all now.
...still too forced.
He frowned and thought: I still don't know enough about this power, but it seems that as long as I don't use it violently, the thing from the afterlife can't find me.
This is an unexpected surprise. You can write it down first and tell the ghost later. He also has the potential to awaken this power...although I hope he doesn't use it.
Sighing silently, Khalil endured the severe pain and soreness and continued walking forward.
The way he walks now is really slow and stiff. This gesture, which originated from the body itself rather than being disguised, made the survivor who heard the footsteps and opened his eyes scream even more terrifying.
In the corridor outside the room, the bent ghost frowned.
The survivors screamed and began to retreat. His reason has been completely shattered by fear, and there is no longer any possibility of bonding. However, the survival instinct still caused him to make some reactions.
Such as retreating, trying to stay away from the cold room and the ghost standing at the door.
Unfortunately, his back was already pressed against the wall.
There was no retreat for him.
And after that——
Standing in front of him, the vengeful evil spirit who had created all this with his own hands slowly spoke.
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"I still don't understand why we didn't kill him."
"Because—wait, let me slow down."
Khalil took a breath. He leaned against the dirty wall in the dark alley and bent down. It took several seconds before he continued to answer the ghost's question.
"Because my plans require a fear-crushed scum like him."
"Plan?" Ghost squatted on the ground and tilted his head. "What plan? You didn't tell me."
"You don't need to know the details of this plan, Ghost. You don't even need to know its name. The only thing I can tell you is..."
Khalil paused again, and he began to take a deep breath again, but this process was painful. The ghost could see his twisted facial features and sweaty face, which made the ghost stand up.
"...What is it?" Ghost asked softly.
"That's what it does." Khalil smiled reluctantly. "I let him go because I knew he would go around telling people what his gang had been through..."
"Then what?"
"Then gangs will know where the vengeful spirit is now operating, and those who didn't believe it before will have a little more faith in its existence when faced with such a living example of madness."
"But, didn't you say it would be best not to leave any witnesses and only leave names at the scene?"
Ghost walked forward in confusion, helped Khalil and let him sit on the ground.
"Thanks, Ghost."
Khalil said that instead of continuing to rush to explain, he chose to say thank you first.
Politeness is very important.
"Both methods have their own benefits, don't stick to one, you have to consider and use them as appropriate."
"......I do not quite understand."
If you understand, I'm afraid I'll see a ghost, you little one-and-a-half-year-old monster.
Khalil smiled: "You can verify their respective functions later. Let's get back to the topic, ghost. Do you remember that woman?"
"......I remember."
Ghost's expression became a little tighter, and he asked in a low voice: "She said that I am a low-intelligent iron puppet. What does that mean?"
"You can actually hear... Okay, we'll talk about this later. In short, she comes from the Skoley Walker family, which is a long-standing family, and can only be crowned with the title of earl. There are as many as seventeen people.”
"She is the coroner of the Sklaywock family, a character responsible for patrolling the underlying hive, maintaining law and order in the territory of gangs affiliated with the Sklaywock family, and collecting taxes from them."
"Compared to the gang, she is not very senior, but the coroner is a direct employee... Do you understand what I say?"
Ghost listened quietly and patiently to Khalil's words, and nodded - the word direct employee made waves in his mind the moment it appeared, making him know this word, and more that followed. meaning of the word.
"And she is dead. I killed the priest of the Dormition Church and the Razor of the Razor Gang... and the Shivering Tooth member you killed."
"Shivertooth?"
"No lips, lots of piercing nails or chains."
Ghost suddenly realized: "That bald man!"
"...In short, on the eve of the great purge, we got into trouble with the Skolevok family and Shivertooth. In order to ensure that the great purge goes smoothly, they will definitely send people down to deal with us."
"This is a good opportunity, Ghost. We finally have a chance to kill some of the upper-class nobles."
Khalil grinned slowly, and a kind of happiness that could not be described in words suddenly flashed on his pale face: "...This is the first time."
Ghost nodded, and then began to continue thinking.
He actually didn't understand the strange terms of the Skolevok family, Trembling Teeth, and the Great Purge. They didn't suddenly appear in his mind.
He didn't understand them, just as he didn't understand why Khalil understood so much. In fact, from Ghost's perspective, Khalil knew more than him.
However, there are some things that you don’t need to understand. You just have to discern whether it's right or good, and that's enough.
After careful and brief thought, Ghost came to a conclusion.
Khalil was right, and this thing... was good.
However, he still had one last point of concern to raise. Khalil said that if you are confused about something, just ask directly without hiding it.
The ghost did so.
He frowned and asked, "But, we didn't leave anyone alive before."
"...You are really persistent about this matter, Ghost. Well, listen up - killing is always just a means, not an end. Don't get the fundamental relationship wrong, and... "
Khalil sat on the ground and slowly extended a hand.
The ghost looked at him puzzled.
silence.
One second, two seconds, three seconds - the famous revengeful evil spirit finally sighed.
"Take me for a ride back to the shelter," he said. "I can't move for the time being."
"oh."
The next second, Ghost carried him up honestly.
