Chapter 385.

Chapter 385.

Chapter 385. The Collaborator’s Identity. (1/2)

A week had passed since that fateful night.

It had been plastered all over the news.

Breaking news.

The abrupt end of Swastika. The largest gang in the city.

It happened so quickly and nobody expected it. It was shocking to hear about the sudden fall of the gang that terrorized the city for all these years.

As for me, I’d been laying low since that night.

What happened on that night, only I knew the full story.

How did I bring a dead man back to life?

It had been quite a convincing magic trick.

The answer was simple.

I didn’t.

He was never dead to begin with.

But how?

What about the blood Malory saw on the ground?

The bullets I shot him with?

Well, the truth was, the first three bullets I loaded into the gun were rubber bullets. To knock him out, I hadn’t shot them into his back. I shot him in the back of the head three times.

Why three? Well, I couldn’t be sure one would be enough to knock him out. It was three for good measure.

Plus, I was using a suppressor as well which would slow the bullets when shot. There was no way I could feel safe with just one. That was why I shot three.

As for the drug I injected him with, the final reason I’d administered it to him was to be extra sure he didn’t come to his senses very fast. I couldn’t kill him right away after all. There was no guarantee Malory knew all the passwords I needed.

In the event she didn’t know them, I’d have to torture it out of the leader. That was the method I wanted to use the least. I’d thought up as many backup plans as possible.

Where did the blood that supposedly leaked out when I turned him on his back come from? Well, that was pig blood I had in a bottle. I carefully poured it low to the ground behind him, ensuring not to make much noise as I flipped him over and injected him with the drug to keep him unconscious.

But just how did Swastika fall?

Well, it’s quite simple really. That would be all thanks to Faceless and one other party’s cooperation.

Ring... Ring... Ring...

The very person I was calling through a two-way radio right now. Well, more specifically, the payphone on the other end of the two-way radio in Lea’s hand.

We were at a gas station outside the city at night again.

Click.

“What the hell is that supposed to tell me?”

“You will understand in due time, perhaps sometime in the next two years.”

The Thanos snap from the Avengers: Infinity War movie. It would surely throw him off when that movie was released. He’d probably think of Thor from that movie.

The devil of the avengers who Thor faces off against. He’d probably come to that sort of conclusion rather than guess that it really meant author.

With a single snap, I, the devil, return all life to no more than dust.

“Why would I understand it in two years and not now?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Is it not?”

“What the hell are you planning?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“You claim you’re some sort of devil and you’ve taken control of what remains of Swastika, you really think I’d believe you’re not planning anything?”

“I’m really not. But if you want to think I am, you’re more than free to do so and try and stop me. I think you’ll be disappointed though.”

“I’ll find you, Devthor. Don’t underestimate my intuition.”

“Haha, is that so? Well, I shall look forward to it.”

“But.. by the way, what of that girl I used? There wasn’t anything in the news about her.”

“You mean... Malory?”

“Yes.”

“She’s dead. Why would we report anything about her?”

“I see. What did you do with her body?”

“Why do you care?”

“I’m curious, is all. About whether you noticed the scars on her back.”

“Are you trying to say you were responsible for that?”

“I am a devil after all.”

“She... had so many scars on her back when she was found... but a week later... they all disappeared like magic. What the hell did you do?”

That was one of the conditions I set in the contract. The scars on her back would disappear a week later. I’d been curious, so I used her as a guinea pig. Since I could create an injury on my body through a contract, it was only natural I’d wonder whether it was possible to remove one from another’s body through a contract.

The reason I’d made contact was to find out the result of my little experiment. I also didn’t want her scars to disappear immediately since I wanted people to be able to establish her motive for murder.

“Well then, it seems that’s about all the time I have to speak to you. I am a busy devil with many things to do. Hopefully, there won’t be another event in the future where we need to cooperate like this again... goodbye, Officer Johnson.”

“Wait I’m not done-”

Click.