Chapter 41: Interrogation. (Part One)
The first target Dante picked was the same guy who had followed Liliana around the previous day. After she left Factory Town, the gangster spent his time at different spots before stopping at one in particular. He hadn’t moved from there ever since, which gave Dante a pretty good guess on what he was doing.
That guess was confirmed when the place they were looking for turned out to be an old apartment building. This one appeared to be just that_ a residential building with no bars, nightclubs, or joyhouses. Time seemed about done with it, leaving cracks through its walls and peeled paint everywhere. Nearby dumpsters overflowed with garbage, showing that no one had come to collect it in weeks, leaving a mountain for the cats and street dogs to dig through.
There was no one to guard the front entrance, letting just about anyone come in and out of the building without trouble. There were no elevators, and with their target being on the fifth floor, Liliana and Dante had no choice but to climb the stairs.
"Should we... Should we knock?"
That question came from Liliana who only realized she hadn’t thought things through once they were standing in front of a locked door. Dante sighed and turned his thoughts inward, asking Volcan to hack the simple electronic lock.
Before long, the keypad on the wall turned green and the gray metal door slid to the side.
Looking at Ms. Hero, Dante placed a finger on his mouth telling her to be quiet. The look on her face showed that she wasn’t really comfortable with breaking into someone’s house, which meant she wasn’t prepared for what they were going to do either.
Taking a step inside, Dante came to a stop, a frown warping his face half of which was hidden under a mask. He held a hand up telling Liliana to stop then proceeded forward with careful steps. Just as he reached the end of the corridor, a gun appeared from around the corner and pointed at his head.
The target was definitely a light sleeper to be woken up by the faint sound of the door sliding open. Thanks to Volcan’s warning, Dante was aware of the gangster waiting for him. His head jerked back as his hand shot up and pushed the gun upward.
One would expect the gun to go off in this situation, but the gangster either didn’t want to wake up his neighbors or chose to keep the safety on for whatever reason. Before he could react, Dante twisted his body and shot a fist into the gangster’s stomach. He had put a lot of force into that punch intending to knock him with one strike, but instead, he felt the shock reverberate through his arm.
’Fucking... Bastard...’