BXBX NOVEL Chapter 165: Tell me her name. [2/2]
There was a saying that if your gun didn\'t do the job, you were using the wrong gun.
Maneuver AB showed that basic bullets couldn\'t kill large numbers of zombies in a timely manner. While my bullets tore through them like paper, if the bullets hit enough bodies, they tended to lose all momentum.
No matter how much I fired, it took thousands of rounds before I could kill over 500. Even a Gatling gun would have little effect, because the real problem was that the zombies would block the bullets whenever they bunched up.
Modern militaries faced the same problem, only instead of multiple bodies, they were blocked by armor, so they invented mortars and grenades.
I couldn\'t use a mortar because those needed someone to man them. Grenades were difficult to use because they had fuses that required timing to use.
"But what if they were on rockets instead?"
So-called rocket-propelled grenades, or anti-tank weapons. If I had some of those, even if the zombies were clustered together, I could blow them to kingdom come.
Cyclopes, corpse eaters, giants, and even undead brutes would be no match for me.
"Hehehe, and if I could charge the rocket with {Counter} Hell, that would be a sight to see!"
I already had an idea of the weapons I wanted to get, but I wasn\'t sure if I could get them before the Seeker War. With my main goals completed I finished up and went back to my hotel.
"Hmm, maybe I should get a car while I\'m at it."
Was this how the rich people rolled? If they wanted something, they just went out and bought it. Normally, I would have to have a long debate with myself before making big purchases. But now? not even close.
Even if I couldn\'t afford a car at this moment. After about a week in Hellsgate, I was sure that I could even buy a Ferrari if I wanted to.
Pleased with such newfound freedom, I was about to go home and get ready for tonight when my phone started ringing.
When I saw that an unknown number was listed, I started to have my doubts. I had already thrown away my old number when I quit my job. So either this was a scam caller or someone was stalking me.
Nervously, I answered, but waited for the other line to speak first.
[Hello? Mr. Limitless? This is the concierge at the Arizona Biltmore Hotel, a woman claiming to be your relative has come and that she will make you choke on your jewels if you don\'t show up at this moment].
"What the fuck?"
[Is that him? Give me the damn phone! Madam, please calm down, there is no need for violence. If you don\'t let go of me, I will show you violence! Hands off!]
"Just give her the phone. I will talk to this woman."
[I understand Mr. Limitless.]
How did this woman even know I was at the Biltmore Hotel? And why was she talking like a bitch? Her voice and manner of speaking sounded familiar.
[Yo, dipshit! Where the fuck have you been? Appleboo told me you were already in Phoenix. What, you don\'t want to come see your second ma?]
Only one person called me dipshit with dripping affection. It was the most violent woman that I have ever known in my life.
Wife of Earl Simmons and my self-proclaimed second mother, Noelle Simmons.
"Um. Good morning, Mrs. Simmons. I, uh, have been busy and haven\'t been able to stop by. It is good to hear your voice."
Noelle Simmons was a former mixed martial arts fighter who specialized in American kickboxing and Judo. She was a tall woman who loved to fight. Her love story with Earl boiled down to her looking for a man who could survive her thrashing.
[Nice try dipshit, cut the crap. You seem to be doing well staying in such a fancy hotel. Some of my friends saw you around and told me. When are you coming over?]
"..."
It wasn\'t a question, it was an order. It wasn\'t that I wanted to avoid them. I just thought that since I was no longer human, I should avoid them.
While I thought about how to answer.
[Dipshit, come over now. I am in a really bad mood. Lana narrowly escaped being kidnapped. Come over and spar with me. I need to blow off some steam.]
Alana was Earl\'s youngest daughter; she was supposed to be finishing high school. Why would she suddenly be kidnapped?
My blood pressure spiked when I remembered Aira\'s files, the kidnapping might have to do with the assassins after me.
\'FUCK! What if they found out I was close to Earl\'s family?\'
"What? Is she okay? Where is Lana now?"
[Lana\'s fine, dipshit. I have your girl to thank for that. She said your girlfriend saved her at your request.]
"I see."
I couldn\'t figure out what was going on. Who was this woman? And why was she with the Simmons? Was she a reaper? I clenched my fist as I began to imagine the worst-case scenarios.
"Mrs. Simmons, did she tell you her name?"
[Are you fucking serious, dipshit? You don\'t even know your own girlfriend\'s name? Or is it because you have too many? What kind of player has my son become? Feels like you need a can of motherly whoop-ass. Moving on from that bitch Caroline is fine, but...]
"Ma. Please tell me her name. It\'s important."
Despite how loud and foul-mouthed Noelle was, during the times I felt lost, she gave me the motherly affection I desperately needed. It felt awkward to call her Ma, but she knew I only used it when I was dead serious.
[.... She told me her name was Aki Miroku. She is an extremely beautiful Jap with the smell of blood on her. Dipshit. What did you get yourself into?]