52 Underworld Of Roses I

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Chapter 51: Underworld Of Roses I

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"My dear friend... We're gonna have quite an exciting day. I think the only time I pulled the trigger is when I was robbing the museum? But today you should be able to spill blood, a lot of blood.

Now that I think about it, I have only ever killed one person, right? I'm pretty sure I only killed the Riddler... I am actually having trouble remembering who I killed.

Death is really losing its meaning to me by the second, some kind of adverse effect of my death immunity? Am I actually immune to getting affected by the death of anyone? That couldn't be, right?"

Ian was attired in black pants, a long-sleeved light blue shirt, and black shoes. He had a gun in his hand, gently tracing his fingers around it. It was the first gun he has acquired.

"My thoughts are wondering. There is a lot to think about though." He stood up and wore a black jacket on top before making his way to the garage.

'Joker has yet to make any move. I guess my involvement changed his mind, or perhaps I am his target now? Talia or the league of shadows also didn't make any move. They didn't even target me.

Perhaps they're planning something... interesting. Why do I feel like I'm getting crazier by the second? Hmm, it must be my imagination.'

He reached the garage and entered a specific car with black tinted windows.

"So weird, you take your time to plan crazy things, yet end up being late to your own plans. Just one of the many daily crazy things no one expects from the crime lord himself." Selina joked as she came closer to him and rested her head on his shoulders.

"The crime lord? I am still a bit far from that." Ian muttered as he circled his arm around her shoulder bringing her closer. She was attired in her cat outfit, ready for action.

"Are you okay with all of this? You know with how I'm living my life, we might die at any point, even me should my gift fail me." He took the opportunity to voice his doubts as he noticed all her fears of him dying fading from existence.

"Mm? I'm not just okay with it, I'm happy. I don't really see it as a problem anymore."

Thankfully, the car they're in is quite secretive, not allowing the driver to hear or even see anything due to the isolating glass in the middle.

Ian looked into her emerald eyes, and she looked like she meant it, so he gave her one last test, "What would you do if I die?"

"I'd follow after you. I mean, wouldn't we just die? How bad can it be?" She casually murmured, almost amused by her own words, "It's your fault. You've infected me. I guess I'll be following your craziness after all. What about you, how would you feel If I die?"

"I am not sure. I will likely just find a way to resurrect you. I will explore the extent of my gift, who knows, perhaps I can bring you back from the dead somehow." He started stroking her soft short hair, also amused by her words.

A mischievous smile surfaced on Selina's face, seemingly thinking of something interesting, "You know, they say don't put your dick in crazy, but you did the opposite, kinda. You put your dick in me, then you turned me crazy... Pffft Hahahahahah."

Ian however didn't laugh, instead, he raised one of his eyebrows in wonder as if his third eye was opening. His mind started comprehending the concept of the fourth dimension, also known as the fourth wall.

"It-It makes too much sense. I've yet to put my dick in you since then... since you've become mental."

Her laugh halted as she remained frozen for a good few seconds comprehending his words, "Wait... You're right. It all makes too much sense."

"It makes even more sense when considering why I can't put my dick in crazy... Isn't it because I am crazy? Crazy and Crazy won't work well together, like minus and minus, it results in a plus. The latter should in theory be the good option, but if you think about it, will crazy want a minus or a plus?" Ian's mind started thinking, and when it starts thinking, it becomes hard for it to stop thinking.

"This... It's starting to make too much sense. Let's forget we even thought of all of this." Selina rested her head again on Ian's shoulder and tried to not think.

'I don't want to stop thinking though... I feel like I am getting closer to some kind of law of the universe, am I creating something like the speed formula? Too bad I don't remember the latter, but really, who does? Well, whatever.'

They stayed silent, just in the comfort of each other until they reached the first destination, "I don't know what your side of the plan is, but stay safe alright?" Selina gently spoke.

"I mean, what's the worst that can happen, I die?" Ian chuckled before lifting her chin and sealing her lips though he made sure not to go too far lest she overdose, "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Selina then left through the dark isolated alley in the middle of darkness, and no one was able to even see her shadow. She didn't forget to take her backpack with her with the necessary tools were.

Ian knocked on the window, signaling for the driver to head towards the next destination, a certain small nightclub. Strangely, it's ruled by a small-time gang, not a crime family.

The car stopped far from the club, and Ian just waited there with his phone in his hand, awaiting the signals. The first of which is that of Selina telling him she's ready.

However, he was waiting for a few more signals. This is how Ian always worked, distractions above distractions to confuse even the brightest of minds, a group effort in which many perform some sort of action at the same time, granted some of the groups may not know of their involvement in his plans... These kinds of groups are called sheep.

Another message arrived, leading him to start preparing his gun and his belt where he attached all the ammo.

He then brought a mask from a bag next to him and put it on, then closed his jacket. It wasn't long before a message was sent to him, and all it said was that it has started.

Ian exited the car and just walked towards the club as it drove away. He knew every nock and cranny by heart as he walked towards the backdoor.

There weren't many people around at this point not just because it was extremely late, but mostly because the club is not popular. The ones that saw his strange clothes either didn't think much of it or just started walking away from the area.

He knocked on the backdoor and stood at the side of the door. There was a peephole on it and he wouldn't want them to see him.

"Hii! Who's out there?" He heard a loud shout from inside. He waited for a bit before knocking again.

"You son of a bitch! Do you know who we are!?" The fact that he couldn't see anyone through the peephole got on the person's nerves as he yelled and started opening the door, relieving Ian from going with Plan B.

"Who!?" The person just shouted before feeling the cold touch of a gun on his head. The man looked extremely pale and weary, almost like a drug addict, even his eyes looked a bit hazy.

Ian narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger, then just walked past the fallen body after making sure he was dead. He's dealing with a very bizarre place after all.

Despite using a very advanced silencer, the gang henchmen still heard the sound of the body falling to the ground, yet they could do nothing as Ian's hands worked their magic, tightly clutching to the gun and putting down each of them in the blink of an eye.

It was like he didn't need to aim, as if it was all the act of an all-knowing instinct. One bullet to each head, and missed not once. Perhaps he could've used two guns at the same time to be more efficient, but he would definitely not be as accurate.

Everyone he faced looked pretty much the same, pale dry skin and hazy eyes, but they couldn't be all addicts, could they?

However, things didn't stay that silent and stealthy for long. Soon, one of them was able to pull the trigger, allowing everyone to hear the gunshot sound albeit he missed because reasons.

As said earlier, Ian knows the place by heart, so he made his way directly to the destination, the main office. He looked more like a master assassin this way, months of hard work paid off.

Still, things were getting more dangerous by the minute as more people poured in towards him, some bullets even scratched his clothes, what a shocker.

The gang's underlings seem to have a strangely deep loyalty to the gang as they risked their lives, all to stop him from entering that door.

Hell, Ian even started sweating as he hid behind a pillar, taking his shoot whenever an opportunity arises, all amidst the scream and cries of people.

It all made him a bit nervous to the point he missed a few of his shoots. He was certainly not afraid of death, I mean, if he dies, he will just be basically dead, so he didn't worry about that.

It was just a new exciting experience for him, and it made him tense, especially with all of the information he needs to process amidst all of the chaos.

"Fucking moster!! Kills him! poetec." Alas, the gang member didn't get to finish his odd speech as a bullet hit his leg, the only place Ian can shoot as the man was hidden behind a pillar.

Ian chose to push directly after that as the main office was very close to him. Of course, he didn't forget to put down the moster man.

He acted quickly as he noticed more gang members heading his way, and kicked the office door before stepping to the side lest there be a trap within.

Yet the strangest thing happened. Everyone, each and every gang member fell down to the ground as if they lost the function of their body, even their consciousness was lost.

"Ehh? What's going on??" And by Ian's surprised expression and words, this didn't seem to be part of the script.

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