As we left the clothing store, we returned to the checkpoint. There were still gory bodies on the ground. More soldiers had taken their places as they tried to reassert their presence in the area. That was something that we could not allow. We went in and began killing them. Marco, Polo and Angelo were all hanging back while the rest of us got to work. I did not blame them. They were wearing nice clothes. I even got them matching gloves to go with their outfits. We were slaughtering them. Just as we had finished up with them, there was an armored van that drove up to us. Out stepped a couple of commandoes. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Brianne!?" one of them demanded. I smiled and said "Well, you seem to like picking on weak clans that won't fight back because they are Advocates programmed to like humans. I thought that you should be reminded of what it's like to actually have to fight for your lives for once." The other commando drew her gun. "Welp. We're here now." I added. "It's a change of pace. It's not like you guys are putting blockades in Wind or Void Clan areas."
Beating them up and killing them was easy enough with my cheat rifle and magic. The others helped out too. We then moved on to the next checkpoint of the blockade. It was important. There were only 3 of them here. Taking the central pillar would be a major victory. No commandoes were there. 01 and 09-003 relished the ability to kill the humans. Doing so allowed them to prove their dominance. "You need to give us a big reward for this." 01 said with a crazed smile on his face. 09-003 simply laughed out loud. I did not want to cosign them hating humans. Killing soldiers was fine because they were hostile to us. Killing other people would not be the same. Maybe the members of hostile syndicates would probably be good targets. Random people on the street were not. Marco, Polo and Angelo were watching. The 3 ran interference in the fight, but did not harm the soldiers directly. When the soldiers were dead, I went to check in on them. They were doing fine. I asked if they wanted to fight. They did not want to dirty their clothes. I could understand that. It was a fancy gift I gave to them.
Camping out here was not going to be productive. I looked at them. Marco, Polo and Angelo were unsure of what I was going for. There was one more checkpoint left. If they could take it, the military would be completely chased off from the area. That was what I wanted to happen. A news helicopter came in. They wanted to capture what was going on. I waved up at them when the camera pointed at us. I hoped they got my good side. This would be good. I pulled Marco, Polo and Angelo closer to me and posed. A commando got out of a cab. The cab was not one of mine. He had spiky orange hair with black eyes. "Sorry. I got a little mixed up on the location. I'm here now." he said before looking around. He saw the bodies on the floor. He looked embarrassed. I watched as the man rubbed his neck nervously. "Looks like all the detours were a bit long. Sorry everyone." he apologized to the dead. It was clear that he felt bad for not being here for them. He believed that he could have saved them if he was here. He was not a grunt. That did not mean he would not die. I would have killed them.
