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A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay
Chapter 28: Teeth and Groceries

-VB-

“HO!”

My hands slammed into the werewolf cape, and I watched in satisfaction as he flew away.

The Teeth were in town.

Around me, the Teeth’s violent anarchists howlered as they shot their guns and got shot in return in an unplanned skirmish in the middle of an intersection. While there were no fires yet, there were plenty of overturned cars and bullet holes on the asphalt road, concrete sidewalks and walls, and broken glass.

They obviously expected to go in and out in a hurry, but they encountered me during my grocery run, and to my surprise, their Trump-Changer cape, Animos, had no power effect on me.

My navy blue t-shirt fluttered in the wind with bullet holes everywhere and only bruises where bullets had struck and failed to penetrate.

Considering just how much of my body had been bruised that way, I was just happy I was as far along in my cultivation as I had been as well as the fact that I chose a path that had strengthened my body to be bulletproof.

One of the thugs screamed as Animos crushed her underneath his body as he tumbled away from me and my strike.

I sped forward, crushing the asphalt beneath me into a crater with a single step that took me from where I punted Animos to my next target some ten yards away.

Now, I was supposed to be a hero.

I was also officially a member of New Wave.

But no way in hell was I going to let these pillaging and raping motherfuckers leave here alive.

Spinning low and then kicking high, I ignored the crunch of bones as my boots slammed my current target’s jaw up into his skull. I snapped the gun out of his twitching and trembling hands before he even fell over and then turned to the closest target.

At this point, I was in the center of the Teeth’s entrenched position, from which they had been fighting me after I overturned their armored and heavily armed getaway trucks.

Then I saw a yellow and red blur: Velocity.

The man switched in and out of his Breaker form, slamming fists into thugs and then disappearing in a blur.

Animos got up, and instead of fighting me again, he overturned one of the downed trucks. “We’re leaving!” he roared and then roared again towards us.

Velocity fell out of his Breaker form, and I saw three of the Teeth thugs take aim.

In a second, I was in front of him as the bullet rain came down.

I gritted my teeth as I held my arms out in front of me to protect my face.

“OW!” I shouted when someone decided to take a potshot at my dick.

“He’s got steel balls!”

“We’re out! We’re out!”

I heard the truck skid away and lowered my arms. They were fleeing.

Gritting my teeth, I picked up the manhole cover nearby like it was a dinner plate and then flung it at my full strength.

The manhole cover whistled as it flew and curved in the air.

And then CRACK.

They screamed as they ran.

I stood there in my last throwing position grumbling before I straightened myself. I turned to Velocity. “Thanks for the assistance, Velocity,” I huffed with a grin.

The man wobbled as he got up. My eyes widened when I saw his hands bleeding. Bullet holes. “Y-Yeah, no problem,” he replied with a grimace.

I walked up to him as I reached down … okay, my belt and the tags were intact. I uncliped a green tag and then gestured for him to give me his hand. He did and I placed the tag over his hand and wrapped it fully around.

He sighed in relief. “Thanks,” he said. “Your tags are awesome.”

“No problem,” I replied.

My medical tags were one of the few alchemical products that I developed. At Amy’s insistence, I supplied all of New Wave and sold some to the PRT ENE after getting safety approval with exceptions for those with bee sting allergy.

They classified it as a tinkertech, and paid me half a grand per tag; I quit my computer job to make these tags instead. They were more practically useful than software programming for me, family, and allies.

“They didn’t give you any for your patrol?” I asked as I surveyed the damage. This was going to be a mess to clean up. Oh, someone intentionally riddled my groceries with bullets if the spray pattern said anything. Wonderful.

“They did, but this isn’t the first Teeth attack I had to fight today,” he sighed. “I used five tags.”

I whistled. “Damn. How’d that happen?”

“Civilians.”

I hummed. “Critically injured?”

“Yes. They weren’t going to make it if I didn’t use it.”

“Good job, then. I would’ve lambasted you if you wasted them.”

It wasn’t easy making them.

He shrugged. “They cost half a grand each. They’re not exactly cheap.”

“And I can only make so much. So what’s this about Teeth attacks elsewhere?”

He grimaced again.

“They’re moving into Brockton Bay. We had to fight the Butcher in the southeast by the coasts.”

“Not the Docks?”

He shook his head.

“The Butcher?” I asked as I patted my back left cheek pocket. Good, my phone wasn’t damaged.

“They were there,” he grumbled. “The fucker attacked civilians to keep up unbalanced.”

I hummed again before moving to clear the road of bodies and cars. As I dragged the body of the Teeth thug I clearly killed, I pulled my phone out and called.

“{Alan?!}”

“Hey, Amy. Just got into a fight with the Teeth. I might be coming home late because someone riddled the grocery with bullets.”

“{Nevermind the groceries! Are you injured?}”

“Nope, honey. Bullets only bruise me.”

I heard her sigh in relief. “{Then can you go over and help Vicky in Downtown? I know you’re hurt but -}”

“What trouble is she having?”

“{One of the new independent villains is giving her trouble. You know the guy who turns into a thousand tiny balls and reforms at one of the balls along with clones?}”

“Oh, you mean Grenadier?”

“{Whatever his name is. Vicky’s fighting him right now, and she can’t land anything on him.}”

“Alright. Send me the exact location for me.”

“{Stay safe.}”

“I will. Love you.”

“{Love you, too.}”

I dropped the body, quickly dragged the car to the curb, and then sped off.

I read the text as I ran. I was … five minutes out if I pushed it.

So I pushed it.

When I arrived, I found Vicky … the fucker was sexually harassing her.

I slammed down onto his back just as he was about to jump her while she was occupied by his clones. I spun in the air and slammed down with a spin kick.

Grenadier screamed as my kick landed on his shoulder and crunched the bones inside.

“Oh, suck it up, pedophile,” I spat as he went down clutching at his shoulder and sobbing like a baby. “That’s what ya fucking get.”

Vicky turned around and she gave me this wide, beaming smile. “Alan!”

“Heyo,” I said as I lightly kicked Grenadier’s jaw, and sent him to the dreamland. “Heard he was giving you trouble.”

“Ugh! Whenever I landed a hit, he just turned into a bunch of high speed tennis balls!” she growled as she glared down at him. One of the clones had been touching her ass when I came down and had just got a fist to the face. “How’d that work for you?”

“Something about my power I guess.”

“Bullshit power,” she grumbled.

I just flexed in front of her. “The power of well trained muscles~.”

To my surprise, I saw her eyeing me appreciatively instead of her usual huff.

“Hmm.”

Huh. Was she…?

Well, something to think about later.

“So, where to next?” I asked.

“We sh-. Oh God, what the fuck happened to your shirt?”

I looked down. “Oh, I fought the Teeth. Apparently, Animos’ anti-power roar-thing doesn’t work on me and bullets bounce off.”

“Nice! You can take out half the Teeth then!”

I grinned. That sounded nice.

“But you’re going to go see Amy, because all of your chest in one blue bruise.”

I looked down. It did look bad.

Well, whatever. I’ll just cultivate a little faster today.

But before I left…

“Oh, can you buy some groceries for me, Vicky? The Teeth thugs put bullets through mine.”

Groceries didn’t care if you got into a fight; you needed to buy them regardless of situation.