Plunderer Novels & Stories

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

"What are you talking about?" "Ancient artifacts. Worth ten times the gold. Hidden chamber beneath the main vault." Virus let the lie flow smoothly. "That's what Venom is really after." He saw the greed flash in Pedro's eyes – exactly what he'd been counting on. The jeep slowed as Pedro considered this new information. "Turn around," Pedro ordered his driver. "Back to the vault." Virus concealed his smile. Every minute they wasted was another minute for his team to escape. ********* Sniper and Mauler crashed through the underbrush, the sounds of the Red Vipers close behind them. Both sisters were bleeding from multiple wounds, their strength fading fast.

I instantly disliked her. “Welcome back, Jericho,” Jack said with a smile and continued the briefing. “This is Nicolas Ramirov. He’s in charge of a splinter group associated with the Russian Organized Crime family operating out of Chicago. This one comes from Corporate. No specifics, they’re keeping loose tabs on him but the cops can’t get to him. He keeps himself holed up in their warehouse. That’s where you guys come in. Your job will be to infiltrate the warehouse, find him and eliminate him.”

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

a coarse voice roared over the wind. A dozen warriors leaped from the high rocks, clad in mismatched armor, bear furs, and marked with the branded scars of outcasts, deserters, and former Syndicate mercenaries. They moved with brutal, dirty efficiency, hacking through the remaining stalkers with iron axes and heavy cleavers until the snow was stained with black pitch and red blood. Kira stood her ground, blade raised, her eyes narrowed as the leader of the ambushers stepped forward. He was a hulking, scarred warrior with a missing left ear—Gunnar, a notorious mercenary commander who had fled the Southern Syndicate years ago.

Two hours later, with thousands of Ironclad Industries members working at full efficiency, the entire battlefield had been picked clean of supplies. Mountains of steel, precision electronic components, tires, fuel, food, water, all of it piled sky-high. Jake made no attempt to hide his abilities. Right in front of Desmond, he gave a casual wave, triggering the Spatial Folding mod's "auto-pickup" function, and instantly swept those small mountains of loot into his pocket dimension. There was simply too much material to fit inside the motorhome, and no way to hide it even if he'd wanted to.

I screech the very moment my hunting boots slam past the wooden frame of the solar door. Mirelle Voss is holding a leather ledger book, counting the secret blood gold coins we smuggled into the overseas rogue packs, so her jaw drops open as she snaps back with absolute impatience, "My ears already know your spirit despises his face. Do your small brains think my own beast enjoys looking at his silver eyes? My tongue told your mind before, our line must wait patiently for a perfect hunting opportunity to make his boots slip on the mountain trails."

At first, Sean looked confused, almost thinking he was simply being let go. But the moment he turned and saw Sharon, her skin already dissolved away by the acid rain, exposing raw pink flesh across her entire body, his vision immediately went black. He fainted on the spot, only to wake again from the unbearable pain moments later. Before long, he’d end up just like Sharon. That night, the system informed me that I had successfully defeated the Resource Plundering System. As a reward, I would receive the final upgrade. The next morning, I searched the entire estate for the so-called final reward, but at first glance, nothing seemed different.

“We didn’t accept a contract. We accepted money.” Adam stared at him. “That’s the same thing.” The female rogue leaned forward as far as the cuffs would allow. “You want a name? Here’s one: Greed.” Matthew’s mouth tightened. “Cute. Not useful.” Adam’s voice lowered. “Then we do this differently.” He nodded once. A warrior stepped forward and placed a small evidence bag on the table, metal shards, dark with oil and grit. Adam’s fingers tapped it once. “Brake-line cutter,” Adam said softly. “Specialized tool. Not something a random drifter has in their pocket.” The male rogue’s eyes flicked to it.

Archie sighed in disappointment, “Several people inside Glitch have Black armor.” The black suit guy then added, “Sir! Today in the Dominion Riots Center, someone broke the Android’s Stronghold record and secured the first position on the leaderboards.” “So?” “A group of people somehow managed to recover the recording of the battle and also posted it on the official forums. Jack and others have confirmed that he is the same guy that hijacked the hunt. His name is Phantom.“ A malicious grin appeared on his face. “Gotchu!! fucker!” “Good! Tell them to keep following him. I am gonna gouge his eyeballs and feed them to dogs.”