"Careful! There's a sniper! "
Oaker's reaction was quick, he warned Kieran loudly and at the same time, he rolled backwards in a perfect posture and hid in the blind corner of the window.
Then, Oaker saw Kieran was standing on the spot without moving an inch.
"2567 …"
Bang!
Fuala!
Oaker wanted to warn Kieran out of instinct but the moment the words escaped his mouth, he was interrupted by a glass shattering noise.
Amidst the shattering noise, a man was thrown into the room.
Oaker didn't even see how the man was thrown into the room and the reason why he deduced that the man was thrown in was because the man was in a terrible state.
Not only was his face covered in glass shards and blood, his limbs were twisted to varying degrees.
However, Oaker didn't care about all that. When he noticed a certain tattoo on the man's neck, his attention was completely captivated.
"You know what this tattoo is?"
Kieran asked after glancing over the pentagram tattoo.
The pentagram in front of him was not a magic array but a model. There were no arcane runes or incantations to activate it.
"Em.
"Remember Ford I just told you about?"
This is his unique mark, only his trusted men will be granted the right to own this tattoo. "
Oaker nodded with a heavy expression.
"The conflict started at Dublin Street huh?"
Kieran muttered to himself.
What Oaker told him before, Kieran's memory wouldn't have forgotten it but Kieran didn't think the sniper would come from there.
At first, Kieran thought the sniper was just a common revenge seeker who came to find trouble with Oaker during the chaos.
But obviously, the sniper had a more direct goal.
It was a good thing for Kieran who already had a preliminary plan.
"Seems like things are much more serious than you said.
Or … "
"Your recent actions have displeased the 'big shot' who just took over Dublin Street!"
He is protesting to you! "
Kieran said.
"Hmph!
"This isn't the first time we've heard such protests!"
"If I was willing to accept such a protest, I would have retired long ago!"
Oaker said as he walked towards the phone.
However, he was stopped by Kieran.
"Can you leave this matter to me?"
Kieran asked.
"Give it to you?"
The inspector was stunned.
As far as he knew, Kieran wasn't a helpful person. Although Kieran treated him well, he shouldn't meddle in other people's business.
The unusual reaction made Oaker solemn.
"What do you want?"
"Or are you preparing to do something?"
The inspector stared at Kieran with his eyes.
A person like Oaker would never forget kindness but at the same time, he would never forget his duty.
In fact, most of the time, his duty was more important than his gratitude.
It seemed a little unreasonable.
But it was also because of this that Kieran chose to deal with them.
Oaker really knew what he could do and what he couldn't.
He wouldn't be moved by some small favors and he wouldn't be blinded by hatred.
No matter who he was dealing with, he would stick to the bottom line that others would view as a joke. Yet, it was the bottom line that Kieran fancied.
"Don't worry.
I'm just curious why that bastard would undergo the changes you mentioned.
And I assure you, it won't affect anyone else. "
Kieran said with a smile.
"I want to monitor the whole process."
Oaker emphasized.
"No problem."
Kieran nodded with a smile.
…
Footer was wrapped in bandages and splints, crawling on the chair.
Gak, Gak, Gak.
A series of clear noises sounded in Footer's body.
He was biting on a piece of towel, trying his best not to make any noise but grunts still came out of his mouth uncontrollably.
On his bald head, veins were popping out, big drops of sweat were dripping down his face, causing the pentagram tattoo on his face to blur.
The process lasted for almost 10 minutes.
Rutherford was drenched in sweat, but the moment the noise stopped, Rutherford pulled the towel out of his mouth and stood up from the chair.
He even moved his body in a special posture.
Pak Pak Pak!
Another series of noises came from Footer's body but unlike the previous ones, the noises before were like beans being fried, not only continuous but also very concentrated.
Amidst the continuous sounds, Rutherford's body grew stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. His body, which was already muscular to begin with, became sturdy in just a few breaths' time. Even his height grew one or two centimeters taller.
Footer clenched his fist in satisfaction as he felt the energy that was gushing out from his body.
"Strength!
"This is power!"
"I want more power!"
Footer growled heavily, his face looking vicious. Once he thought about the order from the trader, he turned around and walked out without a second thought.
However, the moment he took his first step, a sense of danger rose in his heart.
It was the instinct that he had sharpened through years of messing around on the streets.
Without a second thought, Footer rolled over to the study table beside him and pulled out the large caliber pistol from his waist. When he landed on the ground, the barrel was pointed at the direction that made him uneasy.
The whole process was as smooth as flowing water with Footer's body that had surpassed a common man's.
But …
There was no one at the place he was aiming at.
There was only a bunch of hair.
A bunch of black, thick, and extremely long hair.
A fiend!
Based on what he heard in the past and what he knew recently, Footer knew what he was facing. His finger pulled the trigger repeatedly as he ran towards the door.
If it was a while later, Footer thought he wouldn't even be a threat to the fiend.
But not now!
He was still too far away from it!
Footer knew his limits and turned around, running for his life.
However, he still underestimated the fiend's strength.
The bullets, with scorching heat, shot into the hair, but that was it. It didn't stop the hair at all.
Sou, Sou Sou!
Amidst the air-breaking noise like an arrow, a few strands of hair shot out from the big clump of hair. They didn't just wrap around Footer, they also stuffed his mouth, suppressing all the screams in his throat. Then, like a puppet being dragged, the hair dragged Footer out of the window.
When Footer's men rushed in because of the gunshots, other than the broken window, they didn't find anything.
The disappearance of their boss sent Footer's men into a panic, they started to search for him like a swarm of bees.
Meanwhile, in a car less than a kilometer away from Footer's base camp, Footer, who was captured by Hair Fiend, was glaring at Oaker angrily.
Even though his mouth was stuffed, his muffled whimpers kept coming from his mouth.
However, right away, when Footer saw Kieran walking back, the rage on his face was replaced by fear.
The unexpected fear shocked Kieran.
Kieran glanced over Footer's expression, his heart went into deep thoughts before he said slowly.
"You know me.
"Moreover, you and I are enemies."
The ones who are enemies here … "
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