Ten million dollars?
Michael blinked twice to be sure he was not seeing things and read through the Objective again. The description however remained unchanged and he was instantly convinced that this was actually real. The way this Objective was presented, Michael could see that it was basically a double reward package for him. If he succeeded, not only would he become much more powerful in the process but he would also become a millionaire in an instant!
On the other hand, the repercussions of failing this Objective was something Michael dared not imagine. Greater risks bear greater rewards, they say. Michael was quickly beginning to see the value of that saying.
'But still, the problem is finding another Risax serum is something I have no idea how to solve....'
From what his father had told him, Michael knew that the serum was pretty much in totally exclusive circulation among the true upper brass of the society. And while he knew a few of the likely candidates that might be involved with the serum, it was still a high risk gamble in a way. If he were to make a move against these people right now, he would potentially give away the only advantage he has at the moment; the element of surprise. He would have to pick his target carefully else he would be alerting the rest of them to a growing threat.
A sudden thought struck him and his lips curled in a faint thin smile.
'I suppose that it would be a good place to start my search. I do kind of owe them for that night after all...'
The people he had in mind was of course none other than those very gangsters whom he had encountered on the night of his 'death'. Michael had been near enough to catch the details of the conversation between the gang leader and Victor and judging from the exchange, those gang people most likely knew a way to obtain Risax themselves.
Since his Objective was very clear on its requirements and rules, Michael decided to begin his mission as soon as possible. He moved to his wardrobe and picked out the most inconspicuous outfit he owned, a long sleeved black turtleneck shirt and black pants. On his way out, he made sure to slip the gun he had humiliated his cousin with into his jacket.
For what he planned, Michael was relatively certain that his System abilities would be more than enough, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
He arrived at the abandoned harbor a little after midnight to make sure nothing would get in his way. Expectedly there were a few shady individuals hanging around at hidden corners all over the place. But none of this was of much concern to Michael at the moment. He strode into the place without a hint of hesitation and anytime any of the gangsters glared at him, he would simply reciprocate the gesture with a cool stare that sent chills down their spines.
Eventually someone mustered enough courage, or stupidity, to move in front of him. The man was relatively lean, almost skinny even, and he had a strange hairstyle that made him look even more ridiculous.
"Hey there fella~," he said in a slurred tone that indicated that he was not really all there at the moment. "~Not everyday that people as nicely dressed as you show up around here.... You lost or something?"
As he spoke, Michael had already noticed that some of the others had begun closing in around him. No doubt they were spurred on by their daring comrade and were now seeing him as a potential target.
Of course to Michael, this was also a prime opportunity on its own.
'These guys don't even recognize me anymore. Though I suppose not a lot of them were able to see me that night,' he thought internally as he slipped his right hand out his pocket casually. 'Well then, if these losers were drawn by one man's bravery, then I'd best crush that bravery.'
In one swift motion, Michael's right hand lashed out and swiped the trench knife that was hanging off the man's belt and plunged the blade into his shoulder. As the man cried out in an alarm, Michael reeled him into a one handed head lock with the blade of the knife resting threateningly on his jugular.
"The rest of you might want to back up before I start cutting," he warned coldly.