Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were waiting for whatever hell was about to be unleashed on them. I took my time stepping forward, letting my presence sink in. One of the men lifted his head, his swollen eye barely opening. When recognition hit, his body tensed. Good. “Look who finally decided to show up.” The mafia lord, Dario, leaned against a rusted table, twirling a knife between his fingers. “Was starting to think you lost your taste for this.” I rolled my shoulders. “Some things are worth the wait.” Dario grinned, tossing the knife in the air and catching it with ease. “Take your pick.”

His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Noah. Noah walked towards them, he said: "Sorry to interrupt your reunion." Marcel was relieved to see Noah. Noah: "I'd like to introduce you to someone." Marcel: "Who?" Noah: "Someone who wants to meet you." Dolores: "Introduce who?" Noah: "A man who calls himself Jacob Ryuu." Marcel: "Jacob Ryuu? That name sounds familiar." Dolores: "Jake Ryuu, is he related to you?"

A soft creak sounded at the chapel doors. Valerio jumped up with his gun. Sera ducked behind a pew. Dario lingered in the doorway, raising his hands. "I came to help." Valerio did not lower his gun. "Put it down," Sera whispered. "He brought this to us." Valerio hesitated, then holstered his gun. "You'd better not regret it." Dario stepped inside. "I already do. But I was trained in the dark. It's time someone burned them down."

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

“And you’ve ruined my fucking shoe.” Dario walks over to me as I hold out my hand, and he places one of his favourite blades in it. This soldati doesn’t know just how far my reach stretches and that I knew he broke Omerta yesterday when he turned snitch. I reach down and end his miserable existence by replacing my heel with the blade.

Her presence steels my nerves. We reach the clearing. The cave yawns open like a hungry mouth, and the enemy waits. Rogues. Dozens. No masks. No mercy. They form a living barricade around the cave mouth like sentries of hell. And Dorian stands among them. He looks different. Taller. Pale. Something… inhuman. “You’re late,” he drawls. “Touch him and you die,” I bark to my warriors. “He’s mine.” Dorian raises the perfume vial and sprays it across his neck like it’s cologne, not corruption.

Dorian caught the weapon with his good hand. The weight of the steel eradicated his existing sting, pumping him with blood-lust he failed to conceal. He stood up slowly, a malevolent grin spreading across his face as the pain in his arm seemed to evaporate, replaced by pure electrification coursing through him. “Now we’re talking,” Dorian chuckled darkly. He stepped out of cover, the diamond revolver resonating in the air with a deafening roar. Signaling the return of the true Leader that eradicated his target with an unsettling smoothness.

“Punctual. I appreciate that in an enemy.” Dario came into view from the darkness sipping a glass of amber liquor , a dark sinister smirk hanging on his lips,and Leandro’s breath hitched, pulling out his gun. This wasn’t some movie villain—this was a man who radiated power like heat, who commanded attention just by existing. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” “Where is she?” “Close by. Resting.” He brought the glass to his lips again, taking a seat on the couch like a king. “She’s had a difficult few days. Learning things about herself she never knew.”

Diyo nodded in agreement, aware of his role and what needed to be done. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, I instructed Diyo, "Hack the security cameras and locate her room number immediately. Time is of the essence!" Understanding the gravity of the task at hand, Diyo swiftly maneuvered himself toward the corner of the room where his laptop lay perched upon the corner table. Diyo positioned himself before the laptop, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with calculated precision. As the seconds ticked by, Diyo's focused gaze remained fixed on the screen, his eyes scanning lines of code and intricate digital pathways. The rhythmic tapping of keys resonated in the room.

I needed to find out how Vittorio's men had gotten past our security. I spent hours going through surveillance footage, interviewing guards, and searching for any loose ends. And then, finally, I found it. One of our own men—Dario—had let them in. Betrayal burned through me like fire. Dario had been with us for years. I had trusted him. And now, he was a traitor. I found him in the training hall, sparring with another soldier. He didn't see me coming. With a single punch, I sent him crashing to the floor. He groaned, clutching his jaw as he tried to sit up.