End Of The Petty Thieves II

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Chapter 6: End Of The Petty Thieves II

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His people indeed joined him in the laugh and only stopped when he stopped. He only stopped because he noticed Ian also joining them in the laugh, he was truly getting baffled by now.

"You think this is funny?!" Frank yelled as he picked up his gun, "Here is the thing that you don't realize. I was already debating whether to eliminate you or not before you even came here and here you are now convincing me to do that.

Moreover, what your boss might not have told you is that his plan is just not good enough, I need more. A bunch of store stealing thieves is not enough!!!"

"I see, so that's why the boss thought of that," Ian muttered in understanding, just loud enough to be heard.

"Say what??" Frank questioned.

"Well, you see, the petty thieves have just been promoted from food thieves to jewelry thieves. The boss planned a jewelry store heist and we succeeded just last night actually. That specific store is usually closed this day, so it should only be discovered tomorrow."

"Wait wait... First, stop calling yourselves the petty thieves, it sounds weird. Second, you robbed a jewelry store just yesterday?? And which one?"

Ian raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, the news started calling us that, it's not like we chose it. I also think it doesn't fit and..."

He wanted to continue with some nonsense, but he noticed frank had started to lose it, so he got to the main point.

"We robbed a jewelry store in the west side of the city, and we robbed it clean, leaving nothing inside. It's specifically in the territory of the Dubelz family, perhaps it's their property? Don't know."

Ian then placed the briefcase on the table, causing the henchmen in the room to be a bit cautious, their guns were already aimed at him.

"The briefcase has the true petty thieves' location as well as a small share of the jewelry.

We left the majority of the valuables in the base for our deal, and only took a small share as to not make the police too suspicious."

Frank strangely looked at Ian while waving his gun around, with little to no care about his nervous henchmen.

"I take it back, you people seem to know what you're doing... However, what's stopping me from just getting rid of you now, and taking the briefcase... Unless it's empty?"

Ian raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Empty? I didn't think of that but no, everything is inside. Honestly, it's okay if you kill me now, it's what it is.

If you don't, then hopefully we'll have a long fruitful business relationship. We can steal things, but we have no connections to sell them, and this is where you come in. This is something we both need, so I hoped it will go well."

Frank nodded his head with a smile before ordering, "Open it."

Ian shrugged his shoulders and did as told, he slowly opened the briefcase... Surprisingly, what he said was true.

"You're a strange one, aren't you?" Frank stood up, and as Ian noticed, he isn't right in the head. Frank circled around him until he stood right behind Ian's couch.

"But... But you see, I still feel like... You people gave me no respect, and I don't allow that. The offer however is enticing, but... Just but..."

Frank without hesitation aimed his gun at Ian's right hand and pulled the trigger while saying, "But I have to give a little punishm..."

Frank's face froze. He had to stop talking because he didn't hear a gunshot sound, he only heard a fainter sound of the barrel being stuck.

He still remained a bit calm and pulled the trigger again... and again, yet the same thing happened, and Ian remained just as defenseless throughout the entire incident. He even seemed surprised for some reason.

"Why isn't it working huh??!!!" Frank finally snapped at his underlings, "You!! Yes, you tell me why??"

He pointed his gun at the scared subordinate while yelling, truly losing it. He then pulled the trigger, and everyone in the room froze because... because a bullet was fired, and into the underling's skull it went.

"Oh? The gun's actually working? Sorry about that." Fank was baffled for a bit before getting his wits back and fixing his suit up.

He turned his attention to Ian who seemed to still be surprised as he just looked at his right hand, "Well, aren't you the lucky one. Go on now, get it back together and get the fuck out of here. I will talk with your boss."

Ian strangely glanced at Frank before standing up and leaving, "I genuinely thought I'd end up in the hospital like always. I won't die but getting hurt is common, so what's happening here?

Did my power get stronger? But according to what I know, that happens only... Unless a gunshot to my hand can kill me, but I know that won't happen unless untreated..."

Ian stood outside for a minute or so before coming to a conclusion, "I have no idea, so whatever, It is what It is."

He shrugged his shoulders, a common occurrence in his life. Never deal with the problem, just ignore it, whatever. That's something he has the luxury to do because of his circumstances.

He put on his earphones and started listening to music on his way back to the apartment, anticipation was apparent on his face.

It has only been two months since his arrival in this new wonderful world, a dangerous world where death is but a common occurrence.

People would usually be surprised if a world-shattering failed to occur every month though it has been relatively peaceful for him so far.

He also knows why. Dc is a comic series he has grown up on but doesn't remember that much of it. He deemed that it's still very early in the life of this world, at least, things won't get too crazy too soon, 'Too bad.'

He didn't bring the apartment ket with him just in case, so he had to knock on the door, and the door was opened by all three of his partners in crime.

They were both baffled and excited to see him alive, "T-They actually accepted??"

Ian let out a small laugh, "Indeed, we're in. We have our connection."

Ralf let out a sigh of relief while the other two started jumping around in excitement like children, "Yeaaaaah!! We fucking made it!!"

"Now let the fun begin." Even Ian was excited, this way of life isn't bad at all. In fact, he has been continuously thinking about how to make it even more dangerous, and it's finally happening.

Ian took a deep breath as he sat on the couch, calmness returned to his face as he ordered, "Ok, enough celebration. Let's get to the serious stuff... So I have been reading a few crime books to learn more about our craft, and I indeed learned a lot."

The trio remained relatively calm with only a few of their face muscles twitching, his absurdity is incomprehensible. However, it all worked out fine so far, so surely he must know what he's doing... Right?