Chapter 108: Slaughter
Damon stepped out of the apartment complex, appearing silently in a nearby alleyway. He still did not have absolute control over [Shadow Step] in real life and appeared in front of the guy instead of behind him.
"Oops." Damon grinned. "Hi there. Did not mean to startle you."
The muscular man revealed a shocked expression, but he instinctively reached for his gun. But Damon was faster than him. Before he could draw his weapon, blood splattered from his neck, and Damon made sure not to waste any of it. Fresh blood energy filling his body was a wonderful feeling after all.
The man dropped without a sound, eyes wide in disbelief as his life drained away in seconds. Damon caught him by the collar before his body hit the ground and eased him silently to the pavement. Then he thought of the next problem. Disposing of this body.
"So tedious." Damon clicked his tongue. He had already checked that there were no cameras in or around their street so he did not have to worry about being caught on camera but the dead body was still going to be a pain the ass.
Damon’s gaze then fell on the car, which was parked out by the alleyway. Of course. The guy had probably followed them to their apartment in this car. "Alright. I should put the trash where it belongs." He lugged the body into the back of the car and then closed it shut.
He took a minute to make sure no one else was around in the area. Damon’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the quiet street. No pedestrians. No dog walkers. No drunks stumbling home. Just the hum of a few parked cars and the rustle of wind in the trees.
He opened the driver’s door, slid in, and checked the dashboard. The keys were still in the ignition, and the air inside smelled faintly of sweat, coffee, and gun oil. Typical goon scent? The center console had a burner phone and a half-eaten protein bar.
He started the car and checked the map. Thankfully, the recent routes were still there.