My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: A Very Cold Night Part 2
He took a few steps toward the wall separating the warehouse from the main road. It was a tall, industrial-grade metal fence, the kind with gaps that allowed a clear view through.

The fence was about 12 feet high, but with his enhanced strength, temporarily boosted by Lucy’s blood, jumping over it was easy.

He landed softly on the other side, crouching down to soften the impact and blend into the shadows.

Asher waited for a few seconds before making his move.

‘This place is bigger than I thought,’ he muttered to himself.

The layout of the place worked to his advantage, with plenty of dark corners and hidden spaces to use as cover.

This was the kind of place where, even if he killed someone, the chances of getting caught were low—thanks to the darkness and the sheer size of the area.

He shifted his position on the ground, carefully adjusting his stance for a better view. His eyes moved slowly, scanning the area for any signs of movement.

When he was sure it was safe to move, he would rise, slipping from one cover to the next. Each step was calculated, and any noise he made was swallowed by the rumble of trucks and forklifts nearby.

He paused behind a stack of metal containers, staying perfectly still as he watched a guard move past.

The man’s back was turned, and Asher waited for the right moment to make his next move.

The guard’s attention was fully on his patrol, unaware of the predator in the shadows stalking him.

‘A chance!’ Asher rushed behind.

The guard heard footsteps and began to turn, but Asher quickly closed the gap and drove the knife into his chest, just above the heart.

Groaning in pain, the man’s body stiffened as he tried to scream. But Asher’s other hand clamped over his mouth, muffling any sound.

He drove the weapon forward, cutting through flesh and internal organs, then twisted it to make the death as quick as possible.

However, the guard’s sudden movement caused the knife to miss the heart, and the death was slow and agonizing.

Pain twisted the man’s face as life drained from him.

Asher saw the man’s pain and felt a brief moment of discomfort, but he pushed it aside quickly.

There was no room for weakness or mercy. More people needed to be dealt with, and he couldn’t afford to hesitate.

The moment the guard’s breath stopped, Asher wasted no time. He focused and channeled Lucy’s magic. The corpse shifted and transformed into three pills.

Swallowing the black pill, power surged through him, sharpening his senses and giving his strength a slight boost.

Next, he gathered the discarded clothes from the ground to ensure no trace was left behind that could alert the others.

Once the uniforms were hidden, he slipped back into the shadows and continued moving.

He slid behind a large crate, then ducked low to avoid a passing light. A few steps forward, he crouched next to a stack of metal barrels, listening for any sounds that might give away his position.

Finally, he spotted another guard patrolling alone.

The approach was the same—quick, precise, and deadly. This time, he made sure to hit the heart immediately, making the assassination cleaner and more efficient.

When he was done, he started taking the pill, popping it into his mouth. Every boost in power, no matter how small, was important.

‘I can’t waste any time. The more guards I take out, the sooner someone will realize something’s off. I need to find another way,’

Then an idea popped into his head as he glanced up. A wire hung there.

‘If I cut the power, it’ll be easier to move around,’ he thought.

Asher moved quickly, closing the distance between himself and the next guard.

He grabbed him by the collar, slamming him hard against the wall.

The guard gasped, eyes wide with shock.

Asher pressed the sharp edge of his knife against the man’s neck, making it clear he wasn’t playing around.

“Scream, and you’re dead,” he warned, his voice low and unnaturally steady.

The guard’s breath quickened.

“Please… I have a family,” he begged, his voice shaking.

Asher’s grip tightened on the knife, his eyes cold and focused. He didn’t show any hesitation.

“Everyone has a family. Doesn’t change anything.” He leaned in closer, the blade pressing just a little harder. “Now, where’s the power room?”

The guard’s eyes darted nervously, fear flooding his face.

“It’s down the hall,” he stammered, his voice shaking. “Second door on the left… please, I’ve got a family. I’ll keep quiet, I swear.”

THUD!

Asher struck the man’s neck with a precise hit, knocking him unconscious.

‘This is why I hate talking,’ He let out a heavy sigh.

It was always easier to just kill his targets. Once they started talking about their families, it made everything harder—too many distractions, too much hesitation.

Asher grabbed the unconscious guard by the shoulder, dragging him with little effort to one of the dark corners of the warehouse.

He lowered the man’s body to the ground, making sure it stayed hidden from view.

Satisfied, he moved on, following the direction the guard had pointed.

The guard had no reason to lie—he was desperate to stay alive.

Along the way, he took down more people, each kill fast and efficient. He didn’t waste time on conversation anymore.

No pleas, no begging, no problem.

‘I’m getting stronger,’ he muttered to himself, pausing for a moment to clench his fists.

He could feel it—though he wasn’t exactly sure how to measure it.

But the way the blade slid through the ribcage of his targets, like cutting through soft flesh instead of bone, told him everything he needed to know.

It was a twisted way to measure his strength, but there was no better way. No grip machine around to test it, so this would do.

Finally, Asher reached a metal door and opened it quietly. He saw a narrow hallway with another door at the end.

The walls were covered with tangled wires and old pipes, which told him this room wasn’t just for power—it also handled water and other utilities.

The heavy, industrial look of the place made it clear this was the heart of the operation.

Asher moved forward, the silence of the hallway stretching around him.

Then, the door at the end of the hall clicked, and four technicians appeared, stepping into view. They were too far for him to use his knife.

Instinct took over. He drew his gun without thinking, and fired.

The silenced shot barely echoed, a sharp ‘pffft’ that cut through the silence of the narrow hall.

When it was over, four lives were gone. They hadn’t done anything wrong, just come in to work, to provide for their families.

And yet, their lives were taken in an instant, all because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

‘Damn it,’ Asher sighed.

They weren’t armed, unlike the guards. Once again, he had taken innocent lives.

‘What’s done is done,’ He forced it down.

There was no room for hesitation. No time for weakness.

The guilt would come later, after it was all over.