Anon exits the nicolas mansion and starts walking towards the outskirts of the city but as the sun sets he feels someone’s gaze on his every movement.
‘Prey wants to hunt the Hunter, Huh ?’ anon thought as he exits the main city gates.
‘Well if you want to play the game of death, count me in.’
As anon reached near the wagon station he noticed that the last wagon already left the station.
The wagons that are pulled by Hornbean Bulls are very fast even through the dark environment, the last wagon was supposed to leave the station in about half an hour from now.
“Playing dirty…are we ?” Anon said with a smile as he pulled out a cigar from his inventory and lighted it with a fire spell, anon created a spark by snapping his two fingers.
As soon as the cigar was on fire Anon took a large puff and let out a cloud of smoke from his mouth.
Anon removed his black coat and placed it on the wooden bench situated near the wagon station.
Noticing the silence on the wagon station he immediately understood that whoever wants to kill him has covered the whole place and there is no way out of there without a fight.
“I thought i will go home with peace but heavens, but i think this is the best time i oil my skills from my past life.”
Anon’s memories were foggy when he entered this body and with all the memories of the new body and old soul his brain did the best thing and temporarily locked his old memories in his unconscious mind leaving the common information from earth.
But few days back he unlocked all of his memories and faced the truth of his past life once again.
Born as an orphan, raised in the alleys of russia became the most famous gangster mafia of Russian underworld.
His reflex were on par with a military veteran. After being injured to death in a shootout he was taken in by a government’s unofficial group named H.A.W.K.E.S.
A group that worked for the government but in the shadows of the underworld…their duty was to keep the local mafias in control.
After growing his interest in military powers he applied for a special job that he created himself.
‘The Farmer.’
‘BLOOD FARMER THE BOOGIE MAN’ This was the name that left russia’s underworld in fear for several years.
If anyone crossed their limits even as a normal thief the blood farmer will come with his ghastly sickles and reap your life from your body.
He was the one man army who replaced the H.A.W.K.E.S. organisation but after seeing his potential the government officials and military generals pulled him out of that organisation and placed him under a secret undercover military groups to solve some international matters.
He was named….agent ‘RASPUTIN’ by his platoon.
It is said that he can see into the future and read his opponents next move but it was just a myth.
His fighting styles were very different from other soldiers.
2002 back on earth…Inside a Hideout of Russian soldiers in Germany.
“Major, Rasputin got caught by the Germans.” A white soldier came running into the camp looking very serious and tired from running.
Many soldiers were covering two mans who were playing chess in the middle of the camp. Listening to the young man everyone stepped aside making way for an old man atound 60 to look at the young man.
After looking at him for 2 seconds the old man turned back again to his chess game and said…
“You didn’t moved anything did you ?”
The guy sitting in front of him replied “No sir, Absolutely not.” .
“Good, let’s continue.”
Both of them started playing again as all of them totally ignored the information given by the young man.
“Sir, I said Rasputin got-”
“I heard you the first time private. What batch are you from ?” The old man said as he moved his queen two steps ahead.
“79th batch sir.” The young man replied.
“Oh…so you arrived yesterday huh…?”
“Yes sir.”
“Hahahh….”
“Hehehehe….”
Everyone inside the camp started laughing on the guy.
“Cadet come here…” The old man waved his hand towards the new guy as he signals him to come forward.
“Yes, sir.” He said with a confused expression as he moved ahead and stood in a straight position near the general.
“What do you see on this chess board ?” The old man said as he pointed towards the chess board.
The young man looked at the keyboard and observed that the general’s queen is in the direct impact of Opponent’s bishop.
“Sir, i see that you will loose your queen if it’s your opponents turn.” He said without any hesitation.
“Go ahead and take my Queen.” General said as he flanked his hands towards the keyboard.
The new cadet did it without any hesitation and took general’s queen with his bishop.
“Now you took my most precious piece and my winning percentage decreases by a lot in this situation right ?” General asked.
“Absolutely sir.” Cadet replied.
“Nope, you are wrong you got so mixed in with my Queen that you didn’t noticed my knight was on check with your king and it’s a check mate.” General said as he took the opponent’s king with his knight.
“Did you understand anything ?” General asked.
“Yes sir, i will play more carefully next time.”
“No, you idiot. What base number did they took Rasputin to…?”
“I think it was base no.32 sir.”
A soldier picked up a marker from the bench and marked a cross on no.32 that was written on the board.
“Fuck i thought it will be 34.”
“…and i though it will be 31, i was so fucking close.”
Everyone started talking about something that the new guy was unaware of.
“Sir, i still don’t understand. Please enlighten me.” The cadet said with a confused expression.
“He is playing with them.” The general said as he picked up the queen chess piece in his hands and looked at it with a smile.
GERMAN UNDERGROUND BASE NO.32.
*Slap*
Two guys are standing in front of a naked man, his eight pack abs are clearly visible and face is covered with long black hairs.
“Oi…tell us where is your hideout and we will let you go alvie hahaha.” One of them slapped the naked man and asked.
The man’s hands are tied by a rope behind his back and his legs are also tied to the wooden chair.
“S…”
“S..? You mean South ?” Another man asked.
“Suka(Bitch).” The man said as he spitted on his boots.
Both of them looked at each other and started slapping him one by one.
*Slap* *slap*
“You fucker.”
After beating the man for about 2 hours non-stop both of them stopped and went out.
3 hours later…
One of them came back with a green beer bottle.
Sitting in front of him he took sips of beer from the bottle.
“Oi…i have a family and i will retire after this last job why don’t you tell me your platoon’s hideout location and i will help you escape from here…i will give you some money to buy a ride out of our nation what fo you think ?”
The man listened to the german soldier and replied.
“Hmmm….a good offer. Well i will tell you if you want to know it that much.”
Listening to this a surprised expression appeared on the German soldier’s face.
“Wait really ?” He asked with a surprised expression.
“Yes, come near i will tell it to you.”
The german soldier leaned in.
“The location is near….”
“Yes, yes.”
“Near your….. Mother’s vagina.”
Silence covered the whole room for a second.
“You motherfucker.” The German soldier immediately got angry and smashed the beer bottle into his head.
The fragments of the bottle dispersed all over the floor, one of it’s fragments was caught by the man with his right hand.
A lunatic smile appeared on his face uder his thick hairs.
The german soldier moved towards a table that was situated at the corner of the room on it’s top there were several things.
A pack of cigarettes, a lighter, A pen, some chewing gums and two sickles that were coloured green and black.
Picking up one sickle from the table as he observed the sickle closely.
“Hmm…..sickle huh…? What are you ? A farmer ? Hahahhaha.” He laughed as he throwed the sickle back on the table.
“Oh, this is some good stuff.” He said as he picked up the pack of cigarettes and opened it.
“Eh…What the fuck ? Only one cigarette….?” The German soldier pulled out the cigrette and started lightning it.
*DOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM*
Suddenly he felt a big shadow covering his back from behind.
The german soldier didn’t dared to look back after this much bloodlust instead he looked at the chair that man was tied to.
…and not to his surprise there was no one there as he prayed for his life.
A hand came from behind as it took the cigarette from the german soldier’s hand and the pen from the table.
“Name yourself ?” The man asked.
“J-Jerry…. please leave me…i have a family.”
The man wrote jerry on the cigarette with the pen as he lighted the cigrette.
“Run and run fast if you can get out of this bunker until my last puff i will leave you but if you failed you will die… Run bitch or the farmer will reap your soul.”
The guard immediately started running out of the room.
The man took in a very large puff resulting in the cigarette turning into ashes at once.
“Oops, time over.”