Chapter 22: Necrotox Arrest
"Don't play games with me, Mr. Necrotox. I know exactly who you are!" Strauss's voice was sharp as he stared straight into Necrotox's eyes.
Necrotox didn't answer—he just let out a smirk. At this point, he knew that playing stupid with Strauss was useless.
"And who the f*ck are you? My nanny?" Necrotox said with a smirk, trying to provoke the grumpy officer in front of him to get a reaction.
"Heinrich Strauss, UEC-International Hero Bureau, Level 9 Officer. Mr. Necrotox—mark my words—we'll have plenty of time to get acquainted in the interrogation process." Strauss answered in a professional, no-nonsense manner, his posture straight, clearly taking pride in his job.
"Level 9!? Wheeeew..." Necrotox whistled, his smirk still playing on his lips. "Now I feel very honored! The almighty UEC officer, who could call in a nuke, comes to visit little old me, a guy with no impressive abilities!" He paused, then spat out his next words with a victor's smile. "You UEC bastards must've nearly shat your pants hearing about my virus. Otherwise, a Level 9—someone who could call in a nuke or summon Atlas, the Number One Hero, to bust my ass... wouldn't be here."
Strauss squinted his eyes, shook his head and let out a chuckle before immediately drawing a silenced pistol and firing two shots.
Phew. Phew.
"AAAAARGH! F*ck! You shot my feet, you bastard!" Necrotox protested, clutching his bleeding wounds.
Strauss didn't reply. Instead, he stepped forward and planted his foot on Necrotox's injured feet, grinding his heel left and right to worsen the wounds.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"F*cking with me is inadvisable, Mr. Necrotox. You have no idea the range of moral flexibility the UEC grants me when dealing with scum like you." Strauss said with a cold smile, lightly slapping Necrotox's face with his gloved hand.