Chapter 26: Yaznokov's Gauntlet-Part 2

(Opening A/N: Okay, guest, I know that we've been at each other's throats, and it's offically time to call a cease fire. I really felt like I'm the wronged person here, so now, to call a truce, I hereby call Quid Pro Quo. Here's my offer, you want an apology for me standing my ground and sounding like a broken record player and trying to imagine what I write, it's freedom of speech, and in return I only ask for an apology and some respect for my writing, becuase all I ask from my fellow readers and writers is just a bit of acknowledgement for what I write even if it is bad or distasteful. I also take pride in what I write. Consider this my only and final offer, I mean I did the same to DemonicDramaQueen and we both buried the hatchet with each other. But if you keep telling me that I'm some god mode sexist with rape fantasies, or me needing mental help, then you can kiss your apology goodbye. And I'll keep deleting your reviews until one of two things happen, 1) You accept the offer that's been laid out, or 2) You give up and discontinue the insults. This is a two way street and the choice is yours. Also to my fans AKA my fellow demonic corpses, sorry for not updating, I've been busy with other projects because of the rude guests continous trolling, so let's get to it!)

Yaznokov needed to pay for what he's doing, the lives he's taken and the people he hurt...it will all come down to him drawing his final breath.

The only thing standing between me and that fucking bastard, is this stupid little gauntlet that he is holding for me.

There was no thugs coming after me, so this gave me some time to relfect on what had happened to me, so I pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, lit the cancer stick, and rolled out a puff of smoke from my lips.

Out of all the things I wanted to be, I ended up in the life of a solider of fortune AKA a mercenary for hire, now I'm the second in command of an American crime syndicate, but I tell you what, there are some choice that I totally regret making, dropping out of school, getting beaten up by a couple of Italian cops who loathe Irish along with Chinese Americans.

"So I finally have you, now it time for you to die." The Russian thug said, but as I turned around he had a pistol pointing right into my face, so I grabbed his arm and twisted it then broke it like a twig.

After his arm was broke, I had no regret over doing that, but instead, I stepped into the darkness and became a demon sent straight from the depths of hell to kill me a monster.

The thug screamed like a rabbit in a bear trap after his arm was snapped, so I grabbed him by the neck.

"You think you might be a god, but you're not, you're only a man with a rage issue in mind." The Russian said as he had a knife in his good hand and stabbed me in the left lap with it, causing a subtle amount of blood to pour out of the wound.

"I'm not a god or human, I'm a demon sent from hell in a human body to kill all of you." I said as I returned the favor by snapping the son of a bitch's neck killing him, I had a little amount of pain from the wound that was inflicted from the Russian's knife, but it only pissed me off.

Just then six more Russian soldiers were coming for me, and I had my Glocks in hand, but the wound that was inflicted on me began to become a dead target, luckily thanks to Brondo's training, I managed to block all the pain that was inflicted on the wound didn't even bother me.

The Russian goon charged me, but I had the upperhand when it comes to taking down those who oppose me, the first Russian got pistol whipped and he collapsed onto the ground, but I was far from done, I climbed onto him and began to bite the guy's face off and I had a chunk of flesh, muscle and blood in my teeth as I spat it out, the guy was screaming in so much pain.

"What are you waiting for? Kill this psychotic bastard!" The Russian yelled, and I hoisted the injured man into the gunfire of his allies.

[Sorry Gentlemen, looks like you just killed one of your own.] I said in Russian dropping the dead thug and they tried to shoot me, but all the bullets missed me as I began to weave through the incoming projectiles.

Now it was my turn to return what these guys were triyng to do, with both of my Glocks in hand, I began to shoot my Glocks taking down the other five with a barrage of gunfire as the bullets ripped through the five soldiers as they collapsed onto the ground dead, so I walked over to the guy who was injured from me ripping his face off, so I grabbed him, hoisted the injured soldier, and began to interrogate him.

"You shhe wat yu di to me?" The injured soldier said, and that was only the beginning, I could bite off other things that belonged to the guy.

"You know, I'm about to go Killer Croc on you, and depending on how you answer me, I won't bite something off that you might miss. Where is Sergei Yaznokov?" I asked with blood stained teeth.

"He's waiting for you in his office, good luck trying to get there, that place is well guarded and the soldiers are willing to die for our boss." The thug said, I placed my Glock against his forehead and squeezed the trigger.

It was time for me for me to conclude this little gauntlet, and I will kill Yaznokov before the day is done...

[To Be Continued...]

(A/N: Well, this is where I conclude another chapter, and I have made finishing this story a major priority. I've been opening new stories to try to get my mind off the guest's trolling, and boy does it piss me off. So guest, if you keep telling me that this is a god mode self insert story, I have rape fantasies, or me needing mental help, you can kiss your fucking apology goodbye. To all demonic corpses, thanks for all of your support, it means a whole lot to me. Anyway, feel free to leave a review, troll need not reviews. Faves and follows are still optional, and until the next chapter, this is the master of chaos, the commander of the legion of corpses BloodyDemon666 signing off!)