There was everything, Christian having sex with furrys animals, Christian doing things with people of the same sex, Christian being subdued by several extremely muscular women, Christian having sex with more than 10 demon women, there were even drawings of him as a child in some pretty illegal situations.
"This is unexpected shit" Not wanting to see more, Christian chuckled and looked up at Hailie "Did you know about this?"
"N-no?"
Rolling his eyes at the embarrassed look, Christian gently smacked Hailie's head and laughed "Why are you acting like this? They're just drawings, I find them entertaining, though I won't deny it feels weird."
"*Sigh*" Shaking his head, Hailie chuckled lightly and commented "I forget you're weird."
"What are you playing?" rolling his eyes, Christian looked at the screen and asked.
"The same game you tried to play a while back."
"Oh... that shitty game" Pursing his lips, Christian continued "I spent over 5000 dollars on skins for armor, weapons and other items to decorate... I got betrayed, my house got blown up, I got killed on my way out the door, I died like 100 times trying to take out resources... it all sucked."
Laughing, Hailie replied "It's not easy at first, but once you get used to it, it's fun."
"Fuck getting used to it, when I finally had my house and managed to kill enough people, a bunch of bastards came in with guns and blew up my house!" making explosion gestures with his hands, Christian continued with annoyance "I spent hours decorating it, I had couches, Christmas lights, stuffed animals and lots of pretty shit."
"Wait, you really spent over $5000 on looks?" widening her eyes a little more, Hailie asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, they looked pretty, you want to see what I bought?"
"Yeah..."
"How do I change the screen so they don't see what I'm doing?" Walking over to the computer, Christian picks up the mouse and starts to enter Steam.
"Just hit this" Fixing everything so that the viewers only see the chat, Hailie responded.
Logging out of Hailie's account, Christian logs into his and checks his inventory "Look."
Raising her eyebrows, Hailie begins to scroll through the hundreds of aspects and her eyes widen as she sees certain aspects, then exclaims "Fuck, this isn't just $5000, this gun alone is worth $4000!"
"Yeah? Well... I think what I spent if around 10,000 dollars... the truth is I didn't even see the price, I just bought" Remembering a bit that day, Christian answered with disinterest, to then select all his inventory and continue "I'll send you everything, I doubt I'll keep playing and it's no good to have it lying around".
"Sure? You could get quite a bit of money with this"
"It's okay, it's not like I'm short of money" Waving his hand with disinterest, Christian sent the items and closed his account, then yawned and commented "How come you're not bored with this? I haven't even been at it five minutes and I'm already sleepy."
"You don't know how time passes when you're playing, and it's quite fun to chat with the chat."
"Yeah?" Looking at the chat with doubt, Christian asked.
"You wouldn't understand" Snorting with disdain, Hailie continued "You know you were named in the most controversial song of the moment?"
"What song?"
"It's by a trap singer, the lyrics are typical but now it's being criticized for its content inciting hatred towards men. She named you in one part and said she would kill you for being a faggot."
"..." Raising his eyebrows while laughing, Christian replied "Play the song, I want to hear it."
"Give me a minute" Nodding, Hailie gets on Youtube and searches for the song, then plays it and hands the headphones to Christian.
"..." Listening in silence, Christian closed his eyes and listened for more than 4 minutes while analyzing the music, so that when he finished he put the headphones aside and spoke "It's pretty cliche... gangsta style and with a voice full of autotune, but I won't deny that it has good insults."
"You don't mind me naming you?"
"Not at all, in fact it's funny" Chuckling, Christian continued "I always thought it was stupid to get mad at such a basic insult like that, let alone get mad because he talks about men like that. As long as I know who I am, what others say is irrelevant."
"Tsk, tsk, you've started with your philosophies" Rolling her eyes, Hailie clicked her tongue and continued "Although if everyone thought like you, the internet would be a nice place."
"Well, I'll leave you for now" Yawning with boredom, Christian stands up and stretches his muscles, then sets the chair aside and shakes his sister's hair "Have fun"
"Don't come back."
Walking down the halls, Christian stops and looks at his watch, then walks to his garage and into his panic room.
Passing through the cold metal hallways, Christian arrives at the armory and picks up a large wooden box from the floor, then places it on the metal table in the center and opens it.
Humming softly, Christian took out all the contents and set them down on the table, then set the box on the floor and sat down.
"Let's see..." Looking at everything sent by Dimitri, Christian muttered, "I have to get organized."
The shipment was everything vital to Christian these days.
Two pocket pistols for emergencies. Their size is no bigger than a lighter and really the lethality is not that much, but if fired close enough, it would certainly leave a serious wound on anyone.
"One will be on my ankle and the other... I'll leave below my neck, you never know when they'll make me put my hands behind my head" Muttering to himself, Christian took the weapons and began to check them, then nodded and put them aside "Now follow the antidots..."
The antidotes are quite simple at first glance, no different from any other liquid medicine. But among the 40+ vials there are, they all have different colors.
"I don't know how I'm going to carry all this shit around..." Looking at the names of each antidote, Christian put 4 aside and muttered "A general antidote to resist most poisons, an antidote for aphrodisiacs, an antidote for corrosive poison and another for poison for something quite dangerous, Ricin... this shit is hard to treat."
Ricin is an extremely difficult poison to avoid.
Just get a drop under your skin and your life will be over. But not only can this poison be liquid, but you can also find it as pills, gas and even powder.
Unlike most poisons, ricin kills you silently, eating away all the protein in you until you die.
But the fact that the poison takes months to kill you does not mean that it is easier to treat. Publicly there is no known antidote for this, but thanks to Dimitri's help, Christian managed to get his hands on Russia's secret antidote.
The efficacy is not as high as one can expect from an antidote, if you don't inject it at least 2 hours after being poisoned, your life will be over.
Pretty dangerous shit if you take into account that this poison has no color or taste, something that makes it completely impossible to know when you will be poisoned with this.
But as if all this wasn't enough to worry anyone, it turns out that the poison is incredibly easy to make, to the point that a 14 year old kid with basic chemistry knowledge could make it.
No exotic poisonous animals are needed, much less rare plants.
Everything is made from a plant that is extremely common in most parts of the world, known by different names depending on the area, but the best known name is...
The devil's fig tree.
The plant is so common, that if you go to Amazon or any internet shopping site, you can get enough ricin to kill an elephant for no more than 5 dollars, something that many countries tried to regularize, but without success.
[A/N: This plant really exists and so does the poison, everything said above real and if by chance you want to kill someone with this information, don't do it, it is bad].
"Two hours..." Leaving the antidote on the table, Christian looks at the long row of knives and shifts his gaze to the clothes folded on the side.
These clothes are not something normal, but clothes specially prepared by Dimitri for Christian.
The clothes are not something fancy like a suit or anything like that, but an entire outfit of something similar to sportswear, but including a mask to cover everything except the eyes.
But the curious and great thing about it all, is the color of the clothes.
Vantablack, the darkest color in the world.
The clothing is not only dark, but the color itself consumes 99.96% of the light that surrounds it, causing this outfit at night to be practically unrecognizable in the dark. And as if that weren't enough, the fabric itself is bulletproof and withstands stabbing with bladed weapons, causing it to be the ideal outfit for any infiltration or assassination mission in the middle of the night.
"The latest..." Turning his gaze to the small white box, Christian takes it and opens it "Adrenaline..."
His last card, a shot of adrenaline.
No doubt it's a double-edged card, not being able to feel your wounds and having your blood rushing so fast with a possible hemorrhage somewhere in your body would certainly kill you faster. But if you have no other choice and you are in a desperate situation of not having strength or being on the verge of passing out, this injection could save your life.
"And with that... I'm ready" Pulling his golden Desert Eagle out of his clothes, Christian looked at it for a few seconds and smiled softly, then took out the magazine and started to disassemble it "It's time for maintenance..."
Time passed quickly and Christian continued to maintain his weapons, spending the afternoon quietly while his brain continued to work on his last ideas.
After about 50 minutes, Christian took out his cell phone and dialed a number "Hello, old man".
"What do you want now?"
Hearing the aged and annoyed voice on the cell phone, Christian smiled softly and commented, "How's your health?
"Why, are you already thinking of taking my inheritance? Ungrateful child!"
"How did you know!?"
"..."
"Heh" Chuckling, Christian continued "Old man, I have a business idea."
"Yeah? Which one?"
"You know I'm killing criminals, don't you?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Well, the point is, I plan to kidnap them and dump them all on an island. We put cameras everywhere and broadcast it live, people can bet on the participants and even sponsor them with basic things like food or medicine. They have to kill each other and the one who survives wins a pardon and a million dollars."
"Hoh... sounds interesting... the fact that they are criminals, will cause the public to have no sympathy for them... brutal scenes in brutal situations... the stakes can be in the millions and the sponsorships would help the person you bet on... what help do you need?"
"I need an island with a neutral climate and that cannot be recognized by the other countries. I would not want them to come to their rescue in case they recognized the environment."
"Mmmm... and what would we gain?"
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