Oaker's reaction was quick as he warned Kieran loudly . At the same time, he instinctively did a standard backroll and hid behind the dead angle of the window .
Oaker then saw Kieran stand still without moving an inch .
"2567…"
BANG!
Fualaaa!
Just as Oaker wanted to warn Kieran, he was interrupted by the shattered window .
Amidst the shattered glass, a person was "thrown" into the room .
Oaker didn't have a clear look at how the person got in, the reason why he thought the person was "thrown" because the person landed in a terrible state .
The person's face had glass all over and blood tainted most of his body, even all four of his limbs were twisted to various angles .
It was Kieran who successfully apprehended the sniper and threw him back in .
However, Oaker didn't care about all those because his attention was captured when he saw a certain tattoo behind the person's neck .
"You know this tattoo?"
Kieran glanced over the pentagram tattoo and asked .
The pentagram tattoo wasn't a magic circle, it was just a plain shape without any additional magical runes or activation incantations .
"Um . Remember Footer that I mentioned earlier? This is his unique mark, only the core members of his men were granted the right to bear the tattoo . " Oaker nodded in a heavy expression .
"Dublin Street is where the conflict began?" Kieran muttered softly .
Kieran's memory wasn't weak to the point that he would forget what Oaker said just now, it was just that he didn't expect the sniper to have originated from Dublin Street .
At first he thought the sniper was just some common revenge seeker troubling Oaker during chaotic times but obviously, the sniper had some other more straightforward goals .
The sudden ambush, however, was good news to Kieran who already had an inkling to start his plans .
"Seems like the situation is more severe than you mentioned, perhaps… Your actions of late pissed off the VIP that gained control of Dublin Street recently, this is a protest towards you!" Kieran said .
"Hmph! This is not the first time anyway! If I was cowardly enough to submit to such violence, I would have retired a long time ago!" Oaker voiced out his displeasure while he walked towards the phone but he was stopped by Kieran .
"Can you leave this to me?" Kieran asked .
"Leave this to you?" Oaker was stunned .
Based on Oaker's knowledge of Kieran, Kieran wasn't a passionate person that would help others unconditionally, although Kieran treated the inspector fairly well, he had no reason to intervene .
The unusual question caused the inspector to be more serious than before .
"What's going on? Are you preparing to do something?" Oaker looked at Kieran with a heavy gaze .
A person like Oaker would never forget the debt of gratitude he owed, likewise he would never forget his duties either . During most cases, duty transcended debts of gratitude .
It may sound cold and less humane but it was the reason Kieran chose to communicate with Oaker because the inspector knew what should be done and what shouldn't .
Oaker would not be moved by some petty benefits nor would he be blinded by vengeance .
The inspector held his beliefs strictly against everyone else and in other people's eye, it might have a ridiculous baseline but Kieran was particularly fond of such a baseline .
"Relax! I am just curious as to why that fella you mentioned would do something like this . I assure you no other innocent or unrelated personnel will get involved," Kieran said with a smile .
"I'll oversee the whole process," Oaker emphasized .
"No problem . " Kieran nodded without diminishing his smile .
. . .
Footer's body was heavily bandaged and had splints over his joints . He was crawling in pain on the sofa .
Gawk!, Gark! Gark!
Clear cracking noises were heard from Footer's body .
He was biting onto a towel and trying his best to not scream in pain but heavy grunts replaced the screams as he moaned in pain uncontrollably .
Veins were popping up on his bald head, sweat as big as peas kept oozing out of his body and dripping down on the floor . Even the pentagram tattoo on his face was blurry because of the sweat .
This time around the excruciating process lasted around 10 minutes .
Footer's body was drenched by his own sweat after the process began . A moment before the cracking stopped, Footer spat the towel out of his mouth, turned around and stood up from the sofa .
He was exercising his whole body in a special form granted by the process .
Pak! Pak Pak!
More cracking noises came from Footer's body but unlike the ones from before, the cracking this time around sounded like peas on a hot pan, not only continuous but concentrated as well .
Under the ceaseless cracking, Footer's body grew stronger at an exponential speed . His already fit body grew muscular and bigger within a few breath's time, he was even taller by 1 to 2 cms .
While feeling the energy bursting from his inner body, Footer clenched his fist in satisfaction .
"Power! This is real power! I want more power!"
Footer growled heavily as his face looked slightly vicious after the process .
Once he thought about the reminder his trader gave him, he turned around and walked outside without a second thought .
However, after the first step, a dangerous feeling rose in his heart .
It was the instinct that he gained through killings in the streets throughout his life .
Without a second thought, Footer took a side roll and went behind the desk beside him . His hand even reached out to the heavy caliber handgun at his waist and pointed at the direction that made him uneasy the moment he got into position .
The whole series of actions was as smooth as water in a stream and clouds flowing in the sky with his body physique that surpassed common human, but…
The direction he pointed his gun was devoid of any targets .
There was nothing there except for a ball of black, dense long hair .
Fiend!
The stories that he heard in the past and the knowledge he gained recently taught Footer about the targets he was facing . His finger squeezed the trigger repeatedly before dashing towards the door .
If he had more time to develop himself, Footer wouldn't even take the fiends seriously but now?
He was still too far away!
Footer turned and ran for it as his self-realization hit him but still, he underestimated the powers of the fiend .
The bullets Footer fired hit the ball of hair with its scorching heat but that was all that happened and it didn't stop the hair from advancing .
Sou, Sou Sou!
Under the air-breaking sounds of an arrow, the ball of hair fired locks of hair at Footer, entangling him from further movements and silencing him by filling his mouth with hair . The hair suppressed all the screams down Footer's throat and the ball of hair dragged him out of the window like a string puppet .
When Footer's men arrived at the scene in reaction to the gunshots, other than a broken window, nothing was found .
The disappearance of their leader instantly caused the men to panic, they started their search like a swarm of busy bees .
Meanwhile, on a car less than 1km away from Footer's base, Oaker was greeted with an angry glare after Hair Fiend captured the gang leader .
However, his mouth was shut by the hair and only unclear grunts were heard amidst his struggling .
Right after that, when Footer saw Kieran walking towards him, the anger on his face was replaced by horror .
The surprise horrified expression startled Kieran .
Kieran sized up Footer's expression and went into deep thought .
"You know me and it seems like you and I are enemies . "
"And the enemies that I am facing here are only… Perforation Sting am I right?"
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