Explosives?

Lincoln was crawling, struggling to get to his feet. He felt like his body had been broken into pieces. Although he had tried his hardest to put a long distance between him and the explosion, he had still been caught in the shockwave and sent flying.

He felt like all his joints had been dislocated, and his HP had dropped by about 50 points.

If it was not for his III Rank [Constitution] and his 200 HP, that shockwave alone may have gotten him into [Moderately Wounded] status.

It had all been worth it, though. Lincoln took a deep breath and checked his mission bar.

[Sub Mission: Crazy Marx (Completed)]

Lincoln had never even seen the guy. The underground gangster boss had died in the explosion.

"Lincoln! Lincoln!"

A series of cheers came from afar.

Lincoln managed to get up on wobbly feet. He waved at Cooper, who was coming for him, signaling that he was okay.

"You crazy son of a bitch!" the Deputy said honestly before he sent two of his men to help Lincoln down from the roof.

The men d
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