Location: Small rice farm outside of Sacramento, California.
Description: late- 30s male. Likes to carry around a Katana with him at all times and is in a robe a lot. Possibility that he is Japanese.
Info: I don't speak whatever language this guy is yappin' in! He keeps motioning towards his gut that has been cut open. Says the guy might be well guarded in his 'compound'.
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-To Max: Proceed with caution!
We see as our hellhound protagonist was walking along a dirt trail as he approached his target's most known location. It was night-time and he wore an all black outfit with a mask and gloves as he talked to Blitzø over the phone.
He was putting a silencer on his pistol as he talked.
Max:"Tell her I'll be home tonight...well, my bad for taking this mission in our date night because someone almost ran the company into the ground!—No, you eat a dick!—At least mine touches my thigh!—Alright, love you too Blitzø."
Ending the call, he walked through the rice fields while attaching his scope to his silenced revolver. His red eyes peered through the tall field as he saw some guards on the outside of a house while being talked to by the target.
Max:'Who needs guards for a fucking rice farm?'
As the guards move away from the entrance, he moved out of the fields and began to climb the top of the house.
Max quickly shot one in the neck as he tried to scream, but he bled out of his neck.
Max:"One down, one to go..."
He went to the other side of the roof as he saw the other guard looking into a crate that was full of rice. Max softly jumped down and aimed his gun at his head.
PEW!—brains and pieces of skin flew all over the crate as he fell to the ground. His assault gun almost fell to the ground, but Max grabbed it.
Max:'AK-47 with a drum magazine and holographic sight?'
Taking another suppressor out of his vest, he screwed it onto the assault rifle as he wrapped the weapon around his torso. He scouted the area and found a crawlspace beneath the wooden home.
Max:'Could be worse...'
As he got on his stomach and crawled underneath, he found it heavily shrouded in darkness. Turning the flashlight on via his phone; a skull looked at him.
Max:"Fuck...!"
He nearly dropped his flashlight as he looked around and saw numerous skulls, some even had metal plates on their heads or pieces of their skeletons. The boy quickly crawled through as he realized that he kept seeing there was a symbol on some of the skeleton's clothing.
