A lot of waddling

Having two suitcases in my hands, and a third one in my mouth, I left the van.

... I looked like a dog, didn't I.

Slowly waddling back home, with my entire pants filled to the brim with cash, and carrying the heavy suitcases that were filled with the hard earned spoils in my hands, proved to be quite tiring. 

Suddenly remembering something, I paused my step before mumbling with the suitcase still in my mouth.

"shnsthm, dhid I lhevhel uph?"

<Please speak without something in your mouth, that's uncultured. And yes you did.>

1 stat point available

1 skill point available

164/1500

Looking at the xp that was oddly high considering I killed around fourty odd people only, I went ahead and threw a stat point into my strenght. Not ignoring the systems reprimand as I was busy earning money for now, I left the skill point for later. 

Finally, feeling my body growing stronger from the extra point in strenght, the burden from carrying all the looted goods lessened considerably as well.

Waddling home in a now much more relaxed but just as fast pace, I still ended up struggling while going up the damned stairs.

I'm absolutely moving to a place where its easier to get to soon enough. What if I need to carry more precious things in the future, yet can not carry them to my hideout as I don't have a convenient way of getting them there. Imagining such a nightmarish scenario, I finally arrived in front of my door.

Opening the door using my foot like a civilised human being, gently lowering the door handle, I slowly waddled into the apartment trying not to make too much noise as to not wake up the two kids.

Yet the first thing that greeted me was two kids watching TV this late into the night, staring at me from the couch.

Still waddling forward, I gently put down the two suitcases on the ground, and finally taking the third one from my mouth as well.

Waddling to the kitchen, I rinsed my mouth thoroughly, before turning back and waddling to the living room.

The two kids, still confused at me waddling, didn't say anything yet, observing me to check if I was injured or something.

...They probably thought I got hit in the head, heavily at that, and multiple times to boot. 

Then, knowing I was about to be a free man who didn't need to waddle anymore, I first undid the tie on my shoes. Then, excited at what was to come, I grabbed the legs of my pants and pulled them up and out of my boots.

Cash started spilling from me into a pile, like a pile of shit it had spread out around me. Yet this pile of 'shit' was one of the most pleasant smells to me right now.

Grabbing the money that was flooding out my pants, I started throwing it in the air life confetti, enjoying the rain of green. 

Calming down for now, I looked at the mess I made and started feeling bad. Piling up everything again took an odd 10 minutes. 

Like that, looking at the green pile of black market money that reached up to my knees, I started grinning from ear to ear. Every single bill, every single roll of cash, formed into one neat and beautiful mound of molah. 

This was... Probably more than a few hundred thousand right? Plus the jewels... Plus the gold bars.... Money! SO MUCH MONEY! 

I LOVE MONEY! 

Taking in a deep breath at first, then slowly exhaling all the pent up feelings due to being now considered a filthy rich criminal, i slowly calmed myself down. 

Turning to look at the kids who still didn't know what to make of the situation, I smiled and said something I wanted to always say. 

"We're now rich." 

"... Are you really okay boss?" Bruce asked, the slight concern in his voice apparent as he pointed at his own forehead.

Realising I still wore the skull mask, I took it off and saw a slight hole in the forehead with a bit of blood around the edges.

I went to the bathroom to check up on myself. A tiny wound was at the part where my hairline started. 

Opening the shelf, I started first carefully disinfecting it, before slapping on a band-aid. 

Throwing my clothes on the side for later and then taking a shower, I left the bathroom wearing a comfortable pair of shirt and shorts, then rerouting myself towards the fridge.

 Grabbing one of the 25 energy drinks, I went back to the living room.

As I sat down my ass that got shot almost, I finally relaxed fully. The tension in my body fading, I turned to look at the two children on the couch. 

"So, does either of you wanna know what stuff I got from there?", I asked with a smile. 

"Not really." Eliza said.

"Nope." Bruce said.

... Nevermind I guess, I'll just sip my energy drink in solitude. Suddenly remembering something, I asked the two something. 

"Hey... Why aren't the two of you asleep yet?" 

"We couldn't really sleep. We were worried for the boss." Eliza replied in an honest manner, while Bruce just nodded. 

"Mmmm... Okay, I'll let you off the hook then. Oh right. What time is it now?" 

"Slightly past midnight, why?" Eliza replied. 

"Mmm... Okay. I guess I was decently fast with it. Don't stay up too long the two of you." saying that, i decided i would let the kids be for now while i went to count the money and check the other things. 

An odd 30 minutes later, after the kids had gone to sleep, he had finished counting everything, every single billl, he had gotten as loot. 

350000

That was the amount of dirty money he had managed to obtain from tonight's raid. Then, I proceeded to sort the jewellery next to each other. Not having any clue on the price of those, I left them for later.

The next things I had to sort through are the two laptops, gold bars, the hard drive, documents and finally the unknown USBs.

Gold bars were definitely not an issue, I could trade them in somewhere or trade them for something else. 

USB, documents, hard drive and laptops... Hmmmmm... 

Sifting through the documents at first, most of it was blackmail on cops. The last one was an APC blueprint... Why did a gang have the need for an APC? How would you hide that thing in Big Apple?! Are you fucking stupid?!?! 

Next, I turned on the smaller and sleeker laptop. On it was... A whole load of nothing except three passwords for the USBs. 

Let's go gambling! 

USB 1: 

More blackmail on dirty cops, and on a politician involved in drug trafficking. 

Aww dang it. 

USB 2:

Info on a shipment of goods thats soon to arrive. It didn't specify which type of goods though?

Ehh... Okay I guess. 

USB 3:

Plans to participate in a drug deal in Central park, staged by some guy called Blacksmith. Apparently, they were not originally involved in this operation, but one of the three gangs involved in it decided to instead occupy one of the areas I had cleaned out, meaning a spot was freed for them. 

Aww dan-wait wait wait wait. 

Pausing suddenly, I frowned seeming to recall something. 

Isn't this the plot of a superheroes backstory? Or was it a vigilante maybe? 

Going to the shelf and checking the notebook where I scribbled the things i remembered from my previous life, I turned the pages one after another. 

Finally, on the second to last page was the backstory I needed. 

The Punisher. 

After his entire family was killed, he turned to the bloody path of revenge, pursuing the people related to the murder. Blacksmith and some Billy guy are involved. 

White skull shirt and former soldier. 

Closing the notebook, I went back to the laptop to check the date of the ambush.

August 3rd.

So a day from now.

... Shit.

How the fuck do I save them. The cops are out of question, for multiple reasons, the main one being that they themselves are far more compromised than I expected.

Not only that but they probably wouldn't be allowed to act on a anonymous tip off.

Other organisations are also out of question. Who knows who could be a landmine for me to step on.

Then... I needed to alert them all of the potential shit thats in store for them, so they can at least avoid the really wrong place at an even more wrong time.

But where the hell would i find him? I can't ask for info on a man whose name I don't know. 

Damn it.

Do I need to shoot two gangs worth of people in the middle of the day? Before they can even shoot back?

This is going to be hard...