His first mission was to assassinate a group of bandits that had been looting and plundering five counties in the Eastern Wopoolis Continent for the last two months. As he operated the screen of his communication device from the Elite Group Mission Control room. He read the profiles of their leader and his 25 cronies.
It took him just half an hour to trace the secret nest of those bandits, which was a run-down castle.
Bobby entered boldly, opened the front door, and shouted, "Yo-Yo-yo, come out everyone and start begging for your life."
For the next few minutes, he heard the flapping sound of wings in the air and 25 angels with a pair of black wings on their backs appeared one by one, surrounding Bobby.
Seeing the man in a black hoodie with the insignia of three blue leaves and a single blue wing, one among the bandits exclaimed, "Oh, this time they sent us an Elite with a Grade 1! Good. Brothers and sisters, let's join hands and kill this bastard."
Then all the bandits started channeling spells of different elementals; some fire spells, some water spells, and some metal spells. And they shot all the spells into him all at once.
Boom! Boom! Boom!...
The old castle shook continuously from the explosion of multiple skills, and the entire wide hall was filled with dust particles. The next second, the screaming sounds of bandits filled the room.
When the dust settled down, a bandit looked around and he was dumbstruck upon seeing all of his brothers and sisters butchered and lying dead all over the floor.
He took multiple steps back in fright and almost tripped.
But a hand came out of the blue and supported him. "Yo, lucky you. You are the luckiest person in this bunch…. Now-now, tell me where your boss is right now." said Bobby as he unveiled his hood, showing his friendly smile.
"I….I….I d-don't know." The sole survivor replied, stuttering.
"Oh, really. Then let's play a little game here. I will break one of your fingers each time you tell a lie... Alright, that's the first lie." Bobby said and broke the man's little finger.
"Aaahhhh!" The man screamed in pain.
"Next question, how many people have you killed?" Bobby asked another random question.
"Twelve!" The man replied.
"Wrong," Bobby snapped the man's other little finger, making him scream like a pig. "Well, how many exactly?"
"Twenty-five!" The man said.
Bobby grinned at him and broke his ring finger this time, followed by the same agonizing routine.
Amid the bandit screaming, Bobby said, "Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you this earlier, but I have this strange ability to detect when someone is telling the truth or lying. So, if you better reply to me honestly." And he asked another simple question. "Do you have a family?"
"Yes, I have a wife. Please spare my life. I will endeavor to live a good life from now on." the bandit said.
"Good. You have finally given me the right answer." Bobby tapped on his back and asked in a friendly tone. "Well-well, now tell me this. Where is your boss?"
"If you promise to spare my life in the name of Archangel Michael, I can tell you where he is."
"Okay, I, the Loki, give my oath to Archangel Michael to set this man free if he tells me what I need." Bobby made a vow according to the angel's custom. "Now tell me. Where is Jamoon?"
"He is in the Cathedrale Hotel Of the Sunflower City. Can I go now?" The bandit answered and was about to take his leave.
"Not so fast. I have one more question for you." Bobby smiled wickedly at him. " Did you kill your wife?"
"No, you have already promised me you will let me go…. I'm leaving." The bandit spread out his black wings and started flying upward in the air.
Bobby was faster as he caught him in the air by his leg and announced. "Wrong answer. You killed your wife, your only family, and your one life ticket….." He then swung him down, hitting his body hard on the ground.
He then trotted around him and said, "Oh, and by the way, I don't believe in those archangels' craps… Hahaha… I'm a human, after all…. And next time, if… if there were the next life, then be kind to your wife and your family…"
Then he stamped his feet over his head, smashing him like a giant hammer, smashing a watermelon into the batter, killing him on the spot.
Bobby then cleaned his boot and muttered under his breath. "The Cathedrale Hotel Of the Sunflower City?.... Well, let's have a look at what a hotel looks like in this strange land."
"Excellent job, for killing that scumbag…. I almost thought you were going to spare his life… " Cynthia admired him while she clapped her hands.
"Anyway, Cynthia, have you been to a hotel run by your angel before?" Bobby asked telepathically at her as he took the photos of all the dead bandits and sent all of them to the headquarters.
"Oh, really. Are you really asking me that?" Cynthia scooped at him and further added proudly. "Forget about a hotel, in my prime thousands and thousands of life supportable exoplanets. Additionally, most of them were treasure troupes that every other noble angel lusted after... "
Hearing that, Bobby pondered in his mind secretly. "What?.... So she owned that much wealth…. Hmm, who the hell are you, Cynthia? And what is your true identity?"
Then, he shook his head and started searching for all the loot from their secret vaults and burned down the entire castle with all the dead.
He found ten large bags of green power stones, three bags of red power stones, and a lot of other strange devices and weapons among the loot.
After he had loaded all the loot into his flying vessel, he turned on the engine, inserted his white Angelic Grace Energy, and set the course toward the Sunflower City.
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