Chapter 3. Symphony of Destruction.
Today, a particular excitement reigned in one of the abandoned hangars on the outskirts of the city. Shouts, arguments, and swearing were incessant. But when
he stepped up onto an improvised pedestal made of crates, everyone fell silent.
- Enough enduring this; these lying American dogs will finally get what they wanted. For freedom, brothers!
This is our destiny! – and then he whispered, - May Allah help us.
Everyone, except for a man smoking in the corner, received this utterance with enthusiasm and fiercely raised their weapons high while shouting.
An hour later, the city was unrecognizable. Unknown people were smashing windows in houses, throwing Molotov cocktails at cars, looting stores… The police were simply unable to hold back such a massive wave of riots. And the citizens could only watch what was happening with horror.
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Lieutenant Eva, although puzzled by the riots, nevertheless took up the work assigned to her by the government. In any case, her dusty stronghold was impregnable to the rioters. Having finished the inspection, she connected to the network of video cameras and began informing the police about the same hotspots of destruction.
However, despite all this,
Werevolka was summoned to the station today. Probably, the check was related to the hell unfolding in the streets, but after the check, the cops had no choice but to release the suspect due to her lack of involvement.
At this time, a desperate brave man was already standing at the doors of
Kits Kitsunka. The hostess opened the door, albeit warily.
- Hello, spooky night, isn't it? Would you like to buy a hamster? They say they relieve stress!
- Oh, they are so cuuuute, - Kitsun leaned over the box in which there were 4 fluffy balls chewing cabbage, - may I take one?
- Of course, only 10$ each!
- Sir, I am so scared today… I see you are a good person, could you stay with me for a little while? Come in, I'll pour some tea.
- Yeah, no problem, - the pleased manager entered.
L.Depravado was returning from work through the dark streets, and that was the most logical route. Unexpectedly for herself, she noticed a silhouette standing opposite her.
- Hey friend, what are you doing there? – no answer followed.
- Listen, can you move aside, I won't do anything bad to you. – In response, the silhouette began to approach. Depravado reached for her belt, but it was too late: a sword flashed in the air, slitting the girl's throat. The killer removed the mask and watched.
- You… - gasped El. Depravado at the end, - spawn of the green-faced kingdom… - that was all she managed to say before death. The satisfied killer hurried away.
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The horror continued.
Hermit was watching TV as usual. The news showed the ongoing pogroms, when suddenly a stone flew into one of the house windows. Hermit hurried to see what was happening there. Shards of glass lay in the living room, but there was no one on the street. "Strange," the owner of the house had just thought, when suddenly a strong hand grabbed him, and another pressed a knife to his throat.
- Don't kill me, don't kill me!! – Hermit screamed in horror, - I haven't done absolutely anything!
- That is only your opinion; however, you can say whatever you want. – the stranger replied.
- Nooo! – a scream rang out and in the next minute drops of blood spotted the living room carpet.
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On one of the roofs in another part of the city lay a man with a sniper rifle. Despite the terrible cold, he looked intently through the scope and did not even blink. Finally, the target appeared in view. This was the moment he loved most, the moment a second before death. It didn't matter that they were paid money for kills or what the boss said about the chosen path. The main thing was the pleasure. The shooter pulled the trigger. Down there, far away,
Thorium clutched his heart and fell. At that very moment citizens ran to the victim, but it was already too late; the strong man's heart had stopped beating.
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By morning, the police managed to catch some participants of the riots, but they were just aggressive teenagers. It was obvious that someone stood behind them. The prosecutor decided it was time to personally take on this case and drove to the scene of
El. Depravado's murder.
- Sir, but we still couldn't find anything; the killer was incredibly careful. – his subordinates rejected the claims.
- Then what is this, you fools? – the prosecutor poked a silk ribbon in their noses, - I found it in the hedge nearby; it seems the killer got caught while pushing through it.
On the silk ribbon was an erased inscription "Secr**t *omf**t**" and some other two sticks.
In the prosecutor's pocket already lay a new lead from headquarters.
Doctor Traxis – he was the first to start working with biological weapons in the Middle East, and therefore now, like no one else, he masterfully handles toxic weapons.
Nd1) Healing
2) Poison injection: kills the victim
Specnd: Once per game (starting from the 2nd day), he can apply a test serum to one mafia player. The player receives unprecedented physical strength, as a result of which they ignore any blocks and protections (including natural ones) and kill their target in any case, and with a 50% probability another target. After this, they lose the ability to act for 2 nights. They can be killed on this night only after applying their nd.
Features- Illegible handwriting - ??
Hidden features: unknown
Status: reliable\stateless
Also, notes arrived at the station:
"Deja vu. Good morning, Hermi"
"Reinhard is not a reliable guy.
Pretty lieutenant."
"On the first night protected Kitsunka.
On the second night protected Werevolka.
Your prosecutor"
"today I am Arandor.
Found the biker today x) well we played around with him a bit ;D but he got offended and beat me up!:o
mynameis"
"Rimpel is a US citizen. Today I'm going to Hermit. Your precinct officer."
«I present to your attention!
Straight from China!
Hamsters... spies!
They see everything you do.
P.S. The seller is not responsible for cats with slit throats or TNT under the bed.
»
"Citizens, Omega was innocent!!! I hinted at this, but no one listened to my opinion.
Rimp interested me on the very first day. Many noticed him then. He was a short man with olive-colored skin. A snow-white turban adorned his head. He spent his time selling tangerines at the market, not far from our station. On this cloudy day, I decided to visit him.
- Would you like to buy a tangerine? Very tasty tangerine!, - he called out to me as soon as I appeared. A slight accent gave him away as a representative of Eastern culture, but for greater certainty, I asked him to show his documents. As soon as I voiced my request, an old Caucasian man working at the neighboring counter flew up to me and began to mutter something incoherently. While I was trying to figure out what this elderly merchant wanted from me, Rimp had vanished without a trace. Apparently, he had something to hide. Today I am checking Werevolka."Alive:- Neyra Drake
- WishmasteR
- WisTrit
- Werevolka
- Kits Kitsunka
- Arandor
- Ple-Sen
- Loreley
- Morning
- Nebo
- Reinhard
- RiMpel2
Dead:- Lord_de_Sat
- Thorium
- Prince_OMEGA
- Hermit
- L.Depravado
