Chapter 14
The man with a thud put on the table in front of the Kyon the box of instruments. He said with challenge:
«So, what would you say? The secret things were left me by the former master Flitz.»
Kyon smiled, slowly took a sip from his cup and began to pull out tools carefully, closely examining each of them.
Martin, irritated by the slowness of the boy, sank into a chair with a sigh and took up his cup. It's a pity the tea was not chamomile... the First sip seemed to him strange, but Kyon did not allow him to focus on his feelingsf pathetically exclaiming:
«The devices are just awful, it's a waste of time.» - Kyon shook his head and took a sip of his tea to hold himself from the vicious roar of the authorities:
«d.a.m.n it, boy, don't you dare insult my precious instruments! Tell me what your abilities are like or I'll go check this out!» Martin's patience was wearing thin.
It was urgently to invent something. {Why don't you fall asleep?!}
Then Kyon remembered the book, generously allotted to him by Martha, and brief description of a man with a unique body who was capable to remove mountains. He immediately began to enumerate all his abilities, frankly exaggerating and embellis.h.i.+ng what he had read in that story.
«Um... what the h.e.l.l are you telling me?! Are you kidding me, puppy?» - Martin drank his tea in one swoop and naturally dragged the guy from the table and him to the common chair.
Kyon was in a silent panic. He could reply nothing more, he was not familiar with this world and nothing more valuable could tell, and in case he started to speak something wrong, Martin would certainly suspect something.
«You wasted my time in vain, and I hate the most when someone wastes my time. Now let uncle Martin check on you.» - a spark of greed and excitement flashed in his eyes. He had been waiting for this moment of truth for a long time.
He brought a spherical crystal to the body of Kyon, poured the energy into it, from which the air had gone by easy ripples; the device started quietly buzzing. The buzzing instrument was able to detect the slightest traces of hidden energy.
Kyon felt something strange, crystal like a magnet, attracted all of what it was approaching. The man carefully took the device in nine key areas.
When the boy was ready to panic, Martin yawned.
{Why does it take so long to act? It's been more than a minute, suddenly he might suspect something and will call the guards!}
Kyon concealed his Synergy as deep as possible in advance.
When Martin reached his head, the crystal suddenly glowed with a light azure light. Kyon felt like crystal pulls out all the Synergy, like a vacuum cleaner.
«W-what is it?» - the man opened his mouth feeling shocked, but was unable to suppress another yawn.
Kyon took a purposeful risk: he stopped holding the Synergy, and it immediately rushed towards the device. There was a soft ringing and the strongest rock crystal cracked. Martin, surprised, turned a spoiled tool in his hands. What the h.e.l.l?
{Come on, why are you so strong, more than two minutes have pa.s.sed!} – lamented Kyon, anxiously glancing from Martin to the device.
The man, throwing the crystal, put on his nose gla.s.ses: this tool allowed to view the body from the inside, through the bones. His movements were awkward – one shackle did not want to be put behind the ear, as if Martin was drunk. He explained his condition by excessive anxiety.
Finally, the gla.s.ses were defeated, and the man stared at the area of Kyon's nose:
«The tenth element! Wha... what's that?! WHAT IS THE ELEMENT?!»
Martin's eyes swam, his head was spinning and throbbing. He squeezed his temples
Of course, there are different subspecies of the elements, modified elements, but their number could not exceed nine. It is impossible, unthinkable! It turns out that the guy have had a new, hitherto unknown element!
Martin did not even have time to imagine the value of the young man on the black market. The room was swiftly revolving, there flashed blinks in his eyes, ears were heaped. Did the pressure go up or something else? I've been too excited. Such a shock! He lowered his heavy eyelids wearily trying to calm his dizziness. He failed to open his eyes – his consciousness floated, he couldn't focus and understand what is the reason of such condition. Sounds of the outside world seemed to collapse, it was so quiet and peaceful... I just want a little... sleep. Just lie down for a second.…
Martin staggered and fell to one side, not yet completely asleep, but unable to control his body. The next moment he pa.s.sed out. He had no idea that the day that was to be the beginning of his triumph would be the last day of his.
Just now Kyon would be able to exhale. He felt like a hare, which managed to run into the burrow level with the sound of the clanking jaws of a predator.
Well, a strong boar, this Martin, and obviously the level of his strength is high – probably why the pills could not make him asleep for so long.
Fortunately for Kyon, he was too fascinated and didn't notice that he begins to sleep off considering that it was fatigue caused by excitement and sleepless night.
The man was snoring peacefully on the floor, unaware of the bloodthirsty fire in the eyes of the young man on whom he dreamed to earn a fortune. Kyon knew everything about the human body. Including the things how to kill without causing visible physical injuries.
Turning Martin's body onto his back, Kyon felt the pulse in his neck and forcefully squeezed the carotid artery, which ceased the flow of blood to the brain. In a few minutes, the irreversible effect will begin.
Seconds of intense waiting lazily stretched, a minute has pa.s.sed. Suddenly, a strong male hand with lightning speed grabbed Kyon's wrist.
He, feeling dumbfounded, continued to squeeze the artery with all his strength, wondering how the man had regained consciousness at all. Thin bones under the iron grip were desperately cracking, threatening to break the arm, but the guy could not afford to ease the pressure on the artery.
Martin's eyes opened slightly, his blurred gaze unsuccessfully tried to focus on the murderer. His Consciousness was in oblivion, so he used only 30% of his physical strength – which, however, was almost enough to break the boy's bones.
The decisive moment – and eyelids of the men fell, to open his eyes never more. The weak hand fell to the floor with a thud. The end.
Kyon could barely kept on his feet – if he had not blocked the feeling of pain, he would have long shouted, attracting the attention of the guards standing outside.
It was his first murder, which wasn't a simulation.
Now I have to make it look like an accident. He barely dragged the body of the dead man behind the rack separating the room. Took the piece of bun, which Mob yesterday, and stuffed one part right to Martin's throat presented him, and the other stuck in his hand. Let's make it look like he had choked. Of course, if the body would have been autopsied, it would be discovered that Martin had died of an ischemic stroke, but Kyon needed some obvious cause of death, so that the guards rushed in wouldn't kill him immediately without really understanding of the matter - after all, at the time of death, there were only two of them in the office. Moreover, the man could at the same time choke by the dry bun due to severe hypoxic of brain.
The idea was that Martin was supposed to «choke» their favorite pies (Oh, the irony!), which he always had full-full in the stash. Who could know that today buns would not be presented in the diet of the authorities... Pure luck that Mob so timely decided to appease the boy (well, Martha) with such a gift.
He had to swallow the small ampoul which contained the sleeping pills. There shouldn't be any evidence.
The picture disclosed in the room was too amazing: a corpse was lying on the floor and Kyon was sitting in the arm-chair sipping his tea and leafing through a book.
{It's high time.}
Kyon didn't know that the signal of the death of Martin had been received by the headquarters of tracking, but it was no longer mattered.
The young man came to the door, cleared his throat and shouted as a madman:
«Help! He is suffocating! Suffocating!»
The two guards pus.h.i.+ng each other rushed into the room. They stared in horror at Martin, who was blue in the face and clutched at his throat.
«Oh, bulls.h.i.+t! Quick, give him artificial respiration!» - exclaimed the guard who ran in first. He staggered back, nearly knocking over his colleague, and.
«f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h, do it yourself! I'll call the doctor!» - the second one immediately found a reason to get rid of the matter.
The first with a pale face convulsively tried to settle down to the lifeless body. Hands in the, chest compressions... a piece of bread flew out of Martin's throat like from a cannon.
«It doesn't work at all! d.a.m.n! d.a.m.n!» - he pressed his ear to Martin's chest trying to listen to the heartbeat and, being frightened, whispered: - «He is dead...» - he turned to frozen Kyon and shouted: - «Why the f.u.c.k didn't you call us immediately!? f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h!»
The wrath was righteous, because if Martin was dead, no matter how it happened, at least they'd be fired. Kyon didn't have much sympathy for those two - {They didn't have much kick Rogash.} But the game must be played to the end:
«I was sitting behind that chair and heard absolutely nothing! And only when he was silent for a long time, I decided to take a look!» - he muttered in a whimpering voice. The chair Kyon was pointing to was turned back to Martin, so the guy couldn't see what was going on behind him. And for greater plausibility he also moved the body away, behind the rack. He succeeded to keep his nose clean.
At this time, the second guard had already reached Martha.:
«Immediately hurry up to the formation department! There's a man about to die!»
«Here I come!» - Martha immediately responded to the call. No panic, she collected the basic instruments and medicines (a professional always always put them in the right place) in the shortest possible time and ran to render help. And only even on the run, she remembered the presentiment which Kyon was constantly kept telling her about. {Is this guy a prophet or something?}
The guard started resuscitation: a pitiful semblance of artificial respiration and indirect heart ma.s.sage – he desperately clung to the ghostly hope of «reviving» the chief.