Cutie Pie nodded vigorously, his chubby cheeks jiggling with the motion.
"That's right, Host! The people who protect ordinary citizens from these dangerous criminals are called Hunters. They're a special task force equipped with advanced technology and trained to take down even the most powerful criminals."
He leaned in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.
"But here's a secret: some Hunters are actually former criminals themselves, reformed and now working to clean up the streets. It's a dangerous job, but someone has to do it."
Samantha's mind raced with the implications of this information. In a world filled with powerful criminals, the Hunters were the thin line between order and chaos. She wondered what it would be like to be a Hunter, to have the power to protect the innocent and bring justice to the guilty.
Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the taxi, snapping Samantha back to reality. The vehicle shuddered violently, and she gripped the armrests tightly, her heart pounding in her chest.
"What was that?" she exclaimed. But she was indifferent.
"Shit this is Stare York town it's know for criminals from G rank to B rank!" The driver said.
"Oh?" Samantha said as she rubbed her neck. One of the criminals smashed the window and Samantha was not bothered. Cutie Pie was speechless!
"Host how about we use some of your system coin or points to teleport?" Cutie Pie asked.
"No need," she said indifferently.
"Kekeke I will the two of you kekeke."
{What a dumb criminal.}
The criminal looked around but did not hear anyone speaking.
{Cutie Pie check this criminal out new, age what crime he has done}
Cutie Pie gulped nervously, his eyes fixed on the criminal. He quickly accessed the system's database, pulling up the information on the man who had just smashed the taxi's window.
"Uh, Host... that criminal's name is Viktor, a notorious B Rank thief and assassin. He's wanted for a long list of crimes, including murder, kidnapping, and robbery. And get this... he's only 18 years old!"
Samantha's eyebrow arched, impressed despite herself. A B Rank criminal at such a young age was no easy feat. She studied Viktor closely, taking in his muscular build, sharp features, and the cold, calculating look in his eyes.
Viktor's gaze locked onto Samantha, his lips curling into a smirk. He reached into his jacket, pulling out a sleek, hightech pistol.
"And just who might you be, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
{It's your bad luck to meet me}
"What fuck who moo!" Viktor said as he frowned why can't he say he about the voice. Samantha was also confused. Viktor rushed straight toward Samantha grabbed his dagger ready to stab Samantha to death. But Samantha movements so fast a long thick yet thin golden red crimson needle blocked the knife.
Viktor's eyes widened in shock as the goldenred needle blocked his dagger mere inches from Samantha's chest. He stumbled back, his grip tightening on the hilt of his weapon.
"What the hell...?" he muttered, his gaze darting between Samantha and the strange needle.
Samantha smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and contempt. She twirled the needle between her fingers, the crimson tip glinting in the dim light of the taxi.
"Let's just say I'm not your average damsel in distress," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Viktor's confusion turned to anger, his face twisting into a snarl. He lunged at Samantha again, his dagger flashing in the air. But Samantha was too quick.
Samantha's movements were a blur, her hand darting out to grab Viktor's wrist. With a sharp twist, she disarmed him, sending his dagger clattering to the floor. Before he could react, she slammed her palm into his chest, sending him crashing against the wall of the taxi.
Viktor groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He stared at Samantha with a mixture of fear and awe, realizing that he had underestimated her completely.
Samantha leaned in close, her face inches from his.
"You're not as tough as you think, Viktor," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
"In fact, you're just a pathetic little thief who's in way over his head."
With a sudden motion, she plunged the needle into his neck, injecting him with a mysterious substance. Viktor's eyes rolled back, and he slumped unconscious to the floor.
"What did you do to him?" the taxi driver asked, his voice trembling with fear.
Samantha pulled out the needle, wiping it clean on Viktor's shirt. She turned to the driver, a cold smile on her lips.
"Don't worry about it. Drop me off at this address than take this person to the Special Enforcer Police."
{Cutie Pie what is my parents address again?}
Cutie Pie quickly pulled up the information on Samantha's parents' address, his fingers flying over an invisible keyboard.
"Your parents live at 42nd Street, Apartment 3B, in the Slum District," he said, his voice slightly muffled as he peered at the screen.
Samantha nodded, repeating the address to the taxi driver. As the vehicle sped through the city streets, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the back of her mind.
What would her parents think when they saw her again after all these years? Would they even recognize her, or had the passage of time and the harsh realities of the slums changed them beyond recognition?
She pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. She needed to find her parents and figure out a way to help them, no matter what it took.
As the taxi approached the Slum District, Samantha's heart raced with anticipation. She was about to reunite with her biological family, and she had no idea what awaited her on the other side.
As the taxi descended into the Slum District, Samantha was greeted by a grim and depressing sight. The oncegrand buildings that lined the streets were now dilapidated and crumbling, their facades stained with grime and neglect. Many of the windows were shattered or boarded up, and the air was thick with the smell of decay and desperation.
The streets were filled with the destitute and the downtrodden, their faces etched with the hardships of their daily lives. Children with hollow eyes and gaunt cheeks played in the filthy alleyways, while adults huddled in doorways, their eyes glazed over with the effects of cheap, addictive substances.
The taxi navigated through the narrow, winding streets, the vehicle's advanced suspension system shuddering as it traversed the uneven, potholeridden roads. Samantha pressed her face against the window, taking in the stark contrast between the glittering city center and the bleak, miserable existence of those trapped in the slums.
As they approached 42nd Street, Samantha's heart sank. The building that housed her parents' apartment was one of the worst she had seen yet.