22 Chapter 22

My plan wasn't exactly to be friends with Cisco, but rather to be friends with the entire Flash team. But unfortunately I was not invited to the house, judging by the look in West's eyes, he sensed something was wrong with me, so he did not invite me to the house. But he didn't ask any questions anyway, which was good... Well, at least I was friends with Cisco and now I had his number. Of course I wanted it to be Allen, but Cisco's not bad either. If I'm his friend, I might be able to use it one day, and where Cisco is, all his friends are, so it's not so bad.

I had finished with him a long time ago and was at my base, thinking about my future business and drinking Bourbon. Still, Christmas is too boring to celebrate alone, eh... I thought I was going to be invited in... Well, since I couldn't have fun without my mask, I'll have fun with it. I have a businessman in mind.

In the past, when I was in the gang, we often did various things, to squeeze business and funds from rich businessmen. Most of them have achieved success by threatening, manipulating, and killing competitors. All this did not suit me at the moment, since I simply do not have any authority and will not be able to influence anyone. Therefore, you will have to act the old-fashioned way, a barrel to the temple or a knife to the throat. Oliver had also been able to get many of Starling's impure businessmen to send money to various accounts. He didn't seem to take anything for himself, but I'm not him, and Central city can take care of it. I'd like to take care of myself now, and then think about someone else.

Money is certainly good, but I probably prefer real estate, for a start I will get a couple of businesses, and then I will beat out the money. I couldn't do it before, but with my current abilities, it won't be a problem at all.

I've already created a new identity, I've been able to launder all my money, and now I'm hunter green, heir to a large fortune, I've moved to Starling and I'm starting a new life here. Those who can, of course, will be able to find some inconsistencies in my story, but there are very few such people, and even if they are found, then I will think about what to do.

Business just won't work out, it will be too suspicious, but if you buy it at a discount, then everything is quite legal. I'll start with a simple one, and then we'll see...

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I was standing near a well-guarded mansion and looking around, it's been a couple of days since Christmas, it's time for another case.

The smell, the sound, the number of people in the building could be clearly determined based on all this. Twenty armed guards, four servants, and a master and mistress with one child.

The owner of the mansion was named Thomas Felnor, who had been an ordinary merchant in the past and kept an inconspicuous shop. But everything changed when a gang called the "Grey dogs" appeared in the city. One store, two, three, several shopping centers, and then a couple of hotels. In just a couple of years, Thomas became a millionaire and got a lot of businesses. At the moment, the Grey dogs are considered a lost gang, but this guy was definitely one of its leaders. Even the cops wanted to grab him, but the evidence of his involvement in a criminal gang just disappeared. I'm not absolutely sure that he was a member of this gang, but there's too much evidence to ignore. From his oddly rapid career progression to being suspected by the police. It was enough for me, I didn't even look for proof, he would tell me everything himself when he bled out, the fear of death is just a wonderful truth serum...

When the night fell and everyone in the house went to bed, and the guards relaxed a little, I started to act. Unfortunately, I didn't have a sniper rifle, so I had to work manually. Silencer on the gun and go...

*Bang*

First body, second... A broken neck, a bullet in the forehead... The guards weren't very good, and with my improved instincts, they were powerless to stop me. Within minutes, the security outside was defused and the cameras were disabled. When I turned off the power, many of the guards became tense and started contacting each other. I didn't hesitate and continued to get rid of them...

*Bang*

- Ahhhh... - With a quick blow, I broke the throat of the last guard who could cause problems, he was in charge of video surveillance. Usually I kill criminals, but now the situation is quite controversial, and to be honest, I don't care, my conscience and morals have long changed for the better.

Half the work is done, now it's the head of the house's turn... His bedroom was on the second floor and he was no longer sleeping. He had already been woken up, and the bodyguards seemed to be the last to protect their employer.

Well, maybe the cops have already been called, so we should hurry...

I went up the stairs quickly...

*Bang* * Bang* * Bang*

A few bullets hit me in the back, and I stopped, grinned slowly, and looked at the shooter. I had noticed it long ago, but I didn't Dodge the bullets. When I turned around, it was already reloading, so I grinned and said:

- Uselessly.-

He looked at me in disbelief and said:

- How? How did you not die? Who are you?-

I chuckled:

- Your grandpa, get out of here before I kill you.-

He held the gun tightly and stared at me, then exhaled and lowered it. He took one last look at me and left...

I grinned and continued walking toward Thomas's room...

When I got to the door, I calmly opened it, and then bullets started flying at me...

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

It was a little unpleasant, but the bullets still pierced the skin and stuck, though a little, so I took out a gun and finished off the shooters.

*Bang* * Bang*

Two accurate shots and the corpses of the bodyguards quickly fell to the floor.

I went further down the office and stepped over one of the corpses, opened the doors, and entered a rather well-decorated office.

In the corner of the ballroom, a woman and a small child about ten years old were standing in front of a fat, balding man in white pajamas. In his shaking hands was an eight-hundred-and-seventy Remington that was pointed at me.

I tilted my head to the side and said:

- Don't be an idiot, bullets don't take me, your two bodyguards have already realized that.-

He looked at the bullet marks on my clothes, then asked in a trembling voice:

- You... You... Who are you? What do you need?-

I was silent and calmly looked at the man and his family, with each second of my silence, he was sweating more and more, but did not make a sound.

I chuckled:

- Don't worry, I won't hurt you if you do what I say, but for now...- I looked into the fat man's eyes and said coldly:

- Drop the gun.-

His hands trembled even more, but he did not object, and slowly lowered the barrel and laid it on the floor.

I beckoned with four fingers, and he kicked it in my direction.

*Shhh* * Bang*

The trunk rolled toward me and I stopped it with my foot, then picked it up and examined it.

- Not bad...- I put the Remington on the table and turned back to the fat man:

- Now we'll have a chat.-