Human Binary: The Unrivalled King of Technology

The mansion shook but Vulture and Kai did not have any change in their expression. Vulture walked closer to Kai. Kai was one of his trusted men. He had been with them for as long as he can remember. Building a gang from scratch was not a child's play. Then taking over a city was like ascending heaven. But he accomplished it, but not alone. He had many trusted men around him that would die for him if the case warrants it. And Kai was one of them.

 "What do you think we should do? Our enemy knows us but we're blind against them." Vulture said in a low melancholy voice, difficult to hear if not close to him.

Hearing his boss, Kai sighed. He understood the helplessness when your enemy render you useless in every possible way. They are at the top of the food chain but out of nowhere an ant came and spifflicated their homes. How can they not be furious? 

"Sir, what about those men? It is time we use them." Kai whispered. 

"I thought about them. But I'm not sure if they will have any effect against these killing machines." Vulture shook his head.

"But we can only try. Also…" Kai looked straight into Vulture's eyes.

"Shoot. We're already on our last leg. I will do anything to survive this catastrophe."

 Kai cleared his throat. "What about the girl? We can use it as a hostage if everything goes south."

When Vulture heard Kai advise, he averted his gaze and looked out of the window. The gentle breeze and the sweet fragrance of flowers were nowhere to be found outside. Flowers dyed in red, the stench of blood filled the air, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. These are the blood of his men.

After a couple of seconds of staring outside the window, Vulture rubbed his temple and face Kai. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that… Deploy the S guard." He lowered his head and his neck appeared to shrink.

Hearing this, Kai was confused but followed the order. "Ok, sir." With that, he left the grand room in a large stride. 

Boom!

Another explosion shook the mansion, some of the antiques fell from their shelf but Vulture was lost in thought to notice them. He stared at an empty space for a couple of minutes, not blinking. When he realized what happened. He sighed and looked at the various portraits still hanging on the walls.

This room was his favorite, he stores his favorite collection inside this room. The room reminded him where he was coming and how far he had gone. He looked from one portrait to another, from his rise to peak. He won't allow anyone to enter this room, only on a special event or function did he allow people inside the room.

Vulture was not a bloodthirsty individual but Thango would not let any softhearted person live for long. And if you're too soft, you won't know how you die. His stare lingered on the last portrait. The portrait had three people. Two men and one woman. He stared and sighed for the umpteenth time in the room. He had no kids or family anymore.

The woman he wanted to spend his life with betrayed him and since then he did not date any woman. Maybe he was scared of betrayal, he was not even sure himself why he didn't date any woman. All the members of his family were massacred when he was young in a gang war. That was also the day he vowed to be the most powerful person in Vulture.

He walked toward his seat. His movement lacks energy. Probably, when a strong blow, he would be carried along. His body felt colder when the wind blew the thick stench of blood to his nose. His throat was sore, sniffing, sitting slowly on his usual seat. An old chair, made of mahogany tree, painted him brown and a lifelike drawing of a Vulture. 

'Everything has a beginning and an end. This is my end.' He placed his two arms on the armchair and rubbed lightly, relaxing his body and closing his eyes.

When Vulture opened his eyes, he saw a young man sitting across with a slight smile on his face. He crossed one leg over the others, with a small device in his hand, checking something on the device. How long did he sleep and how long was this young man in his presence? He squinted his pupil, his finger touching his parted lips.

He straightened his back and sat properly on the chair. He gazed fixed on the young man for a couple of seconds. The air around the young man was calm, like everything that happened in the world was of no concern to him. His curled lips were the only expression that could be seen on the young man's face. Anyone seeing him would think he was just a normal boy leaving by the next door.

However, Vulture had to deal with different people in his wake of life. His instinct was telling him not to mess with the young man. He had once neglected his instinct once. And it led to his destruction. Unknown Vulture, the quiet room became heavy with the presence of the young man, his heart racing, his palm sweating, wiping off the sweats from his forehead. He did everything subconsciously while trying to analyze the young man.

'What's wrong with that stupid AI. Doesn't it realize the temperature is high? Why am I sweating this much? Am I that old that the battle is getting a toil on my body?'

He rubbed off the sweats from his forehead for the umpteenth time in just a matter of minutes. He averted his gaze from the young man and looked at the door, wondering how the young man entered without anyone stopping him or notifying him.

That was when he realized his clothes were drenched in cold sweats. His eyes widened. He looked down at his black pants and his black and white shirt soaking in sweat. 'What the heck!' he wanted to shout but control his mouth. He checked and found out every appliance inside the room was working perfectly, including the A.C. He swallowed the lumps in his throat. 'What happened?' Then his gaze turned to the young man in front of him. He was the only anomaly in the room. Without telling, he knew his body would react to his instinct.

Holy Moly. 

After a couple of seconds, Vulture recovered from his shock, wiping off the sweat from his forehead, his mouth dries of water. 'With this kind of beast. It is no shame for Happy and Havid to die.' He sighed inside. 'Is he one of the super soldiers?' He nodded slightly. 'That can only be. No normal human being will emit such.'

"Are you done evaluating me?" A warm voice drifted into Vulture's ear. Vulture snapped from his thoughts. He looked at the young man and saw him staring into his eyes. Vulture throat dried. That voice sounded like the young man was beside him. Vulture had never been shocked like this since he saw the presence of this young man. He took a deep breath to calm his heart that almost jumped out of his chest.

"You can't blame me for evaluating a strange young man that entered into my abode without my knowing. On top of that, we are currently under a serious threat. Besides, I don't know if you're the threat, seeing how calm you are." Vulture responded with a raspy voice looking at the young man's eyes, trying to maintain eye contact.

"Oh!" Emma chuckled. "I like your straightforwardness." He dropped the device in his hand and adjusted his seating posture. "Tell me what you've discovered after your evaluation." His smile broadened. 

Seeing how calm Emma behaved. 'What confidence!' Vulture shouted in his heart but he didn't allow the emotion to appear on his face. "Simple. I know you're not an ordinary young man"

"How?"

"Instinct and the way you carry yourself. Confidence."

The room descended into a state of perfect serenity. Emma looked at Vulture while the others also looked at him. One was relaxed because the other was sweating bullets under his clothes. 'I must not lose. I must not lose. Just a second more.'

Unknown to Emma, the psychological pressure he emits from his body almost breaks the old man's last will. He was just being himself in all righteousness. But the continuous battle had let out some of the things hidden deep within his soul. And one of them was pressure. A pressure from someone that had witnessed thousands to millions of battles and met various kinds of men in his wake of life. Everything was an ant in his presence. 

 When Emma discovered the continuous drip of sweat drops from Vulture heads, he raised his brow. 'What's happening to him. Is he suffering from trauma?' He couldn't satiate his curiosity and asked. "Are you ok?"

>>Ah!

Lily slapped her imaginative head. Where did I see this stupid host? If Emma heard Lily's inner thought, he wouldn't have cared. He didn't know what was happening and he asked. Simple.

Hearing the absurd question, Vulture wanted to puke out blood. Your father. Did I look ok? However, Vulture put on a forced smile. "Just some minor health issue. I would be ok after some rest. Don't know if it would be eternal rest or not." 

Hahaha!

Hearing the last statement, Emma laughed hysterically. At once, the pressure in the room dissolved into thin air. Watching how free Emma behaved. His heart relaxed, his tensed muscle free, his lungs let out the compressed turbid air it had incurred.

A smile appeared on his face, chuckling with the young man. It was then that Vulture noticed that there wasn't any sound of battling around the mansion. Everything was totally silent. if not for the stench of blood ricking in the air. He would find it difficult to believe, there was a serious battle going on in his mansion a few minutes ago.

What the Heck!