S3 - 2. [Extravagant]

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As Katsuki approached the lavish estate where his target was said to reside, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the obnoxious display of wealth. The sprawling mansion was surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and gilded gates, a testament to the owner's extravagant lifestyle.

He smirked beneath his mask, amused by the thought of crashing this party uninvited. He knew that getting past the guards would be child's play compared to dealing with the inflated ego of his target.

As he neared the gated entrance, Katsuki was greeted by a pair of burly security guards, their uniforms adorned with gold accents that practically screamed excess. They eyed him, clearly unimpressed by his appearance.

"Hey" He chirped. "Just thought I'd drop by for a little chat with your boss. Mind letting me in?"

The guards exchanged a skeptical glance before breaking into mocking laughter. "And who might you be, buddy? You don't exactly look like you belong here" One of them sneered.

Katsuki chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm exactly where I need to be" With a swift motion, he lunged forward, his fists connecting with the guards' faces in a blur of motion.

The guards stumbled backward, stunned by the sudden assault, as he seized the opportunity to slip out one of his knives and slash their throats. He waited their deaths out, making sure they couldn't try any last ditch efforts to alert his target.

Then, he walked on past them and into the estate grounds. He dashed across the manicured lawn, dodging security cameras and evading other patrolling guards with ease.

Teskai had provided him with their routes. He had plenty of time before the downed guards were found. Far enough time to take out the trash and circle back with plenty of wiggle room.

Their routes didn't overlap much, and they were very lax on said routes.

As he approached the grand entrance to the mansion, Katsuki couldn't help but grin beneath his mask.

This was going to be fun.

With a dramatic flourish, he kicked open the ornate double doors and stepped inside.

Stepping into the mansion, he couldn't help but whistle appreciatively at the grandeur of his surroundings. The interior was a symphony of luxury, with marble floors, towering pillars, and intricately carved furnishings that spoke of wealth beyond imagination.

"Talk about living the life" Katsuki muttered to himself, his eyes darting around the room in search of his target. He spotted the tycoon reclining on a plush velvet sofa, surrounded by a feast of lavish foods.

Katsuki sauntered forward. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Biggie himself," He quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I must say, your taste in decor is almost as good as your looks"

The rather ugly tycoon bristled at Katsuki's insult, his face reddening with indignation. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner!" The man thundered, his voice reverberating on the high ceilings.

Katsuki merely shrugged, unfazed by the tycoon's bluster. "Relax, buddy, I'm just here for a little chat"

It was said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just broken into the most heavily guarded mansion in the city. He didn't take that into consideration, of course.

The tycoon narrowed his eyes, his gaze flicking to the guards stationed at every corner of the room. "Guards, seize this intruder at once!" He commanded, his voice tinged with fury.

But before the guards could react, Katsuki was already in motion, his movements a blur of speed and agility as he danced effortlessly around their clumsy attempts to apprehend him. With a series of perfectly executed maneuvers, he disarmed his assailants and sent them sprawling to the ground in a heap.

The tycoon watched in disbelief as Katsuki dispatched his guards with ease, a mixture of fear and admiration flickering across his face. "Wh- Who are you?" The man demanded, his bravado faltering in the face of Katsuki's undeniable prowess.

Katsuki flashed a grin beneath his mask, his eyes twinkling. "They call me Deadpool" He declared. "And I'm here to collect what's mine"

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