Chapter 386. The Collaborator’s Identity. (2/2)
Yes… my collaborator in all of this was Officer Johnson. The very same man who’d arrested Jae-Sun Yang at the convenience store.
The five weeks I’d been stalling for was to give the police time to assemble and track down all the members of Swastika. The entire time I’d simply been acting as bait to lure members of Swastika out to a place the police would be able to find members to follow. Their eyes would be drawn away from the police and toward me. That gap was what gave the police more freedom to move around and operate undercover.
Sunday, before I went to the university to meet Izora, I went down to the police station with my helmet on and dropped off a letter. I left it with the receptionist at the station and said it was intended only for Officer Johnson’s eyes. It contained an email address asking him to contact it for some very important information, that was all. The first time I made contact with him over the phone was before my shift at work on Monday, the first day Malory showed up at the store alone.
In that call, I tipped him off to the prostitute at the motel who was formerly part of Swastika that still had access to Swastika’s group chats. I told him to tell her Devthor sent him to request her cooperation. As long as he said my name, she’d cooperate with him.
This was how I established credibility to prove I wasn’t making shit up. If he confirmed my story was true, I requested for him to email me again. I told him I had an opportunity of a lifetime for him that he could not possibly refuse.
The opportunity to eliminate Swastika from the city all in one go if he cooperated with me.
The police were able to use their access to the app to slowly locate members through the clues they pieced together using the messages in the chats. Messages such as being related to the people they were hunting for and where they were searching for them. When they found one, they’d tail them in secret, slowly uncovering their hideouts one by one.
As for my end of the deal, it was to get rid of the leader myself and acquire his phone to issue orders that would lead them directly into a trap the police set up for them. I didn’t explain how I’d be doing that to him at the time though. That way they wouldn’t pay as much attention to Malory’s movements to try and figure out my own identity.
Since they had access to the group chats, thanks to the prostitute, they’d be able to confirm whether I truly issued orders to retreat to the location they set up to trap them all as I said I would.
Shortly after I confirmed through email that I’d gotten my hands on the gang leader’s phone and advised them to begin the raid on all the locations at once, the group chat in the app exploded requesting instructions on what to do. I issued the order to retreat and where to regroup. I sent half of them to the police and the other half to another location by texting them directly, not through the group chat the police had access to.
That was why the police weren’t aware of what happened to the other half that Faceless took care of. They killed them off. They would enter the ‘secret base’ to regroup outside the city that only the ‘gang leader’ supposedly knew about, only for them to be ambushed and killed off by Faceless. It was pretty easy to take care of them since they weren’t going to the secret base all at once. That was the true purpose of the police raid. To force them to scatter in all directions, either alone, or in small groups of less than four when escaping the police who were raiding all of the gang’s hideouts littered throughout the city at the same time.
The police who were on the raid team suffered a handful of casualties and about half of them received minor injuries, but it had all been worth it. The police not in the raid got off without a single casualty or injury. As for Faceless, they similarly got off without a single scratch just the same as the police not in the raid squad.
Overall, the result had been perfect.
I transferred all the crypto the Swastika gang leader amassed to Faceless and disposed of his phone in a manner it would never be traced back to me.
Everything I had done from day one had not only been to avoid Swastika, but also to evade the very same police I’d allied myself with. All in all, it worked out well. But I’d definitely never pull a stunt as risky as this ever again.
I was mentally drained to the extreme after all the stress.
It was so bad, the second I got back into the rental vehicle after our part of the operation was over, I passed out. I slept like a log, for two days straight. I’d been that exhausted.
But even after I came to, I didn’t return to work immediately. If I coincidentally showed up at work looking like myself so soon after Swastika was taken down, it would look suspicious.
During the time I was out, Rosa got Jass to cover for me at work. Since he’d already been covering for me at work for those two days, I had him cover for me for the rest of the week.
I let him keep my pay for the week he worked as compensation. Rosa offered to cover it, but I declined since it wasn’t fair to make her pay even if she had plenty of extra money to spare.
While I was spacing out, a pebble suddenly came tumbling along the road in front of me. I turned my head in the direction the pebble came from and realized it was Lea. She’d finally gotten back from the payphone.
“Tsk. I still can’t accept that I was made to work with pigs.” That was the first thing she grumbled about when she saw me.
“Haha, is it really that big of a deal? You can think of it more as you using the cops than working with them.”
“It’s unpleasant. Cops are shit. They’re such a pain in the ass.”
“They’re not all bad.”
“They are. To think, of all the people you got me to cooperate with, it turned out to be Officer Johnson. I knew I recognized that voice the first time you called him.”
“Oh? You know him?”
“Of course I do. That guy’s such a freaking nuisance. He’s always coming around the shop pestering me, trying to get me to admit to being the one who’s always evading the cops on my bike that isn’t street legal.”
“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have that problem if you weren’t doing that all the time.”
“If I don’t go fast I’ll die.”
“Isn’t it the opposite? If you go fast, won’t you really die?”
“I was born to be like the wind.”
“Haha, sure you were Sonic.”
“I’m not a hedgehog.”
“Then are you the Flash?”
“Do I look like a man to you?”
She pulled her hand out of her pocket with a gun and pointed it at my head.
I raised my hands and let out a dry laugh, “No… those legs definitely aren’t a man’s.” Though she didn’t have her usual pants with the one leg ripped off right now, it definitely floated to my mind. Rosa’s legs were definitely appealing, but Lea’s certainly didn’t lose out to hers.
“I’ll shoot you if you keep staring at my legs.”
“How can you tell that I’m staring at your legs when I have a helmet on?”
“So, you are staring after all. As expected of a womanizer, you really should just die.”
Click.
I instinctively shut my eyes and my heart skipped a beat when she suddenly pulled the trigger out of nowhere.
“Bang.” I heard her say that immediately after she pulled the trigger.
When I opened my eyes, she had the gun pointed up making it look as if she’d fired it.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I don’t want to die such a pitiful death to a woman after everything I just went through.”
“Relax, it wasn’t even loaded. Did your heart skip a beat?” Facing me, she leaned forward over the motorcycle with her left elbow between the two handles and the gun in her right hand pointed up. The lens on her helmet lightly tapped against mine.
“Of course it skipped a beat. Who’s heart wouldn’t skip a beat when someone suddenly points a gun at them and pulls the trigger.”
“Haha. Right? Well, we should really get going. It wouldn’t be a good idea to stick around here for too long.”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
She hopped on the front seat of the bike and the two of us drove off along the perimeter highway and made our way back into the city.
If I ever told my past self that I’d be dragged into a conflict with the largest gang in the city and come up with a plot to destroy them, I’d have definitely laughed and called it some bullshit. I never would have believed it.
The only thing I never expected was what happened after this.
Somehow, rumors of the mysterious being who went by the name Devthor spread throughout the city.
A being who called himself a devil.
It seemed the police were going around trying to find leads on this mysterious person, that was how the name popped up.
It became a legend in the city overnight.
The legend of the self-proclaimed devil, Devthor.
If they knew what this allegedly fearsome devil who left the police confounded looked like, I’m sure they’d be disappointed.
Some parents even started telling their children that Devthor would come for them if they were bad and disrupted his peace in the city.
I’d become some sort of bedtime story to terrorize little children at night in this city.
It really made me want to cry and bury my face in my hands out of depression.
Screw you media, and your artist representations of me! Damn it, I don’t look like that at all! This is defamation of character! I’ll sue you!
Chapter 386. The Collaborator’s Identity. (2/2)
Yes… my collaborator in all of this was Officer Johnson. The very same man who’d arrested Jae-Sun Yang at the convenience store.
The five weeks I’d been stalling for was to give the police time to assemble and track down all the members of Swastika. The entire time I’d simply been acting as bait to lure members of Swastika out to a place the police would be able to find members to follow. Their eyes would be drawn away from the police and toward me. That gap was what gave the police more freedom to move around and operate undercover.
Sunday, before I went to the university to meet Izora, I went down to the police station with my helmet on and dropped off a letter. I left it with the receptionist at the station and said it was intended only for Officer Johnson’s eyes. It contained an email address asking him to contact it for some very important information, that was all. The first time I made contact with him over the phone was before my shift at work on Monday, the first day Malory showed up at the store alone.
In that call, I tipped him off to the prostitute at the motel who was formerly part of Swastika that still had access to Swastika’s group chats. I told him to tell her Devthor sent him to request her cooperation. As long as he said my name, she’d cooperate with him.
This was how I established credibility to prove I wasn’t making shit up. If he confirmed my story was true, I requested for him to email me again. I told him I had an opportunity of a lifetime for him that he could not possibly refuse.
The opportunity to eliminate Swastika from the city all in one go if he cooperated with me.
The police were able to use their access to the app to slowly locate members through the clues they pieced together using the messages in the chats. Messages such as being related to the people they were hunting for and where they were searching for them. When they found one, they’d tail them in secret, slowly uncovering their hideouts one by one.
As for my end of the deal, it was to get rid of the leader myself and acquire his phone to issue orders that would lead them directly into a trap the police set up for them. I didn’t explain how I’d be doing that to him at the time though. That way they wouldn’t pay as much attention to Malory’s movements to try and figure out my own identity.
Since they had access to the group chats, thanks to the prostitute, they’d be able to confirm whether I truly issued orders to retreat to the location they set up to trap them all as I said I would.
Shortly after I confirmed through email that I’d gotten my hands on the gang leader’s phone and advised them to begin the raid on all the locations at once, the group chat in the app exploded requesting instructions on what to do. I issued the order to retreat and where to regroup. I sent half of them to the police and the other half to another location by texting them directly, not through the group chat the police had access to.
That was why the police weren’t aware of what happened to the other half that Faceless took care of. They killed them off. They would enter the ‘secret base’ to regroup outside the city that only the ‘gang leader’ supposedly knew about, only for them to be ambushed and killed off by Faceless. It was pretty easy to take care of them since they weren’t going to the secret base all at once. That was the true purpose of the police raid. To force them to scatter in all directions, either alone, or in small groups of less than four when escaping the police who were raiding all of the gang’s hideouts littered throughout the city at the same time.
The police who were on the raid team suffered a handful of casualties and about half of them received minor injuries, but it had all been worth it. The police not in the raid got off without a single casualty or injury. As for Faceless, they similarly got off without a single scratch just the same as the police not in the raid squad.
Overall, the result had been perfect.
I transferred all the crypto the Swastika gang leader amassed to Faceless and disposed of his phone in a manner it would never be traced back to me.
Everything I had done from day one had not only been to avoid Swastika, but also to evade the very same police I’d allied myself with. All in all, it worked out well. But I’d definitely never pull a stunt as risky as this ever again.
I was mentally drained to the extreme after all the stress.
It was so bad, the second I got back into the rental vehicle after our part of the operation was over, I passed out. I slept like a log, for two days straight. I’d been that exhausted.
But even after I came to, I didn’t return to work immediately. If I coincidentally showed up at work looking like myself so soon after Swastika was taken down, it would look suspicious.
During the time I was out, Rosa got Jass to cover for me at work. Since he’d already been covering for me at work for those two days, I had him cover for me for the rest of the week.
I let him keep my pay for the week he worked as compensation. Rosa offered to cover it, but I declined since it wasn’t fair to make her pay even if she had plenty of extra money to spare.
While I was spacing out, a pebble suddenly came tumbling along the road in front of me. I turned my head in the direction the pebble came from and realized it was Lea. She’d finally gotten back from the payphone.
“Tsk. I still can’t accept that I was made to work with pigs.” That was the first thing she grumbled about when she saw me.
“Haha, is it really that big of a deal? You can think of it more as you using the cops than working with them.”
“It’s unpleasant. Cops are shit. They’re such a pain in the ass.”
“They’re not all bad.”
“They are. To think, of all the people you got me to cooperate with, it turned out to be Officer Johnson. I knew I recognized that voice the first time you called him.”
“Oh? You know him?”
“Of course I do. That guy’s such a freaking nuisance. He’s always coming around the shop pestering me, trying to get me to admit to being the one who’s always evading the cops on my bike that isn’t street legal.”
“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have that problem if you weren’t doing that all the time.”
“If I don’t go fast I’ll die.”
“Isn’t it the opposite? If you go fast, won’t you really die?”
“I was born to be like the wind.”
“Haha, sure you were Sonic.”
“I’m not a hedgehog.”
“Then are you the Flash?”
“Do I look like a man to you?”
She pulled her hand out of her pocket with a gun and pointed it at my head.
I raised my hands and let out a dry laugh, “No… those legs definitely aren’t a man’s.” Though she didn’t have her usual pants with the one leg ripped off right now, it definitely floated to my mind. Rosa’s legs were definitely appealing, but Lea’s certainly didn’t lose out to hers.
“I’ll shoot you if you keep staring at my legs.”
“How can you tell that I’m staring at your legs when I have a helmet on?”
“So, you are staring after all. As expected of a womanizer, you really should just die.”
Click.
I instinctively shut my eyes and my heart skipped a beat when she suddenly pulled the trigger out of nowhere.
“Bang.” I heard her say that immediately after she pulled the trigger.
When I opened my eyes, she had the gun pointed up making it look as if she’d fired it.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I don’t want to die such a pitiful death to a woman after everything I just went through.”
“Relax, it wasn’t even loaded. Did your heart skip a beat?” Facing me, she leaned forward over the motorcycle with her left elbow between the two handles and the gun in her right hand pointed up. The lens on her helmet lightly tapped against mine.
“Of course it skipped a beat. Who’s heart wouldn’t skip a beat when someone suddenly points a gun at them and pulls the trigger.”
“Haha. Right? Well, we should really get going. It wouldn’t be a good idea to stick around here for too long.”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
She hopped on the front seat of the bike and the two of us drove off along the perimeter highway and made our way back into the city.
If I ever told my past self that I’d be dragged into a conflict with the largest gang in the city and come up with a plot to destroy them, I’d have definitely laughed and called it some bullshit. I never would have believed it.
The only thing I never expected was what happened after this.
Somehow, rumors of the mysterious being who went by the name Devthor spread throughout the city.
A being who called himself a devil.
It seemed the police were going around trying to find leads on this mysterious person, that was how the name popped up.
It became a legend in the city overnight.
The legend of the self-proclaimed devil, Devthor.
If they knew what this allegedly fearsome devil who left the police confounded looked like, I’m sure they’d be disappointed.
Some parents even started telling their children that Devthor would come for them if they were bad and disrupted his peace in the city.
I’d become some sort of bedtime story to terrorize little children at night in this city.
It really made me want to cry and bury my face in my hands out of depression.
Screw you media, and your artist representations of me! Damn it, I don’t look like that at all! This is defamation of character! I’ll sue you!
