Chapter 352: Chapter 351.

Chapter 351. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (3/10)

“Hahaha, would you like your family to all die here today? If you do, go ahead and shoot. The Swastika of the present has more than enough power to eliminate Faceless off the face of this planet in one fell swoop. Killing me is equivalent to committing suicide. Do it if you dare.”

The Swastika gang leader was no pushover, he didn’t cower in the slightest despite having a gun pointed at him. The fact that he made an appearance with just him and who I presumed was Malory, the ‘bitch princess in heat,’ showed just how confident he was. From his brazen demeanor, it seemed Faceless couldn’t contend with them.

“You think I don’t dare?”

“The Faceless gang is only alive so long as I feel like permitting you to live. The instant I decide to get rid of you all, you will cease to exist. The only thing that keeps you alive these days is my benevolence.”

“Faceless isn’t so weak that it’s afraid of filthy Swastika swine.”

“Oh, really? I’d love to see you do it then. The sooner you do the sooner your entire gang can be reunited with the dumbass Uncle you killed with your own hands.”

Her own hands? Did he mean the hostage trade? Or did she… really kill him herself? When she said she was a murderer the first time we met… the person she killed... was it this Uncle?

Her eyes shot open wide as she ground her teeth together incensed by the Swastika gang leader’s words. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she resisted the urge to pull the trigger with everything she had. It seems his words had gotten under her skin to an extreme degree.

Would she shoot? Or not?

The tension in the air was at an all-time high in this face-off between the two leaders from opposing gangs. Nobody said a single word... but it was clear everyone was prepared to raise the flag of war and embark onto a bloody battlefield.

The Faceless gang’s hatred toward Swastika was the real deal. Whoever the person they called Uncle was, was obviously someone immensely important to them all. That person was off-limits to outsiders. A taboo. If you sullied his name, they would explode.

That was the feeling I got.

The Faceless gang leader, if I heard correctly before, the Swastika gang leader referred to her as Lea. She slowly took in a deep breath then held it for a minute before she finally gradually exhaled out.

Her trembling hand stilled as she’d somehow calmed the turbulent emotions running amok inside her. She lowered her hand and stuck it back into her pocket and kept her back straight and her bike upright with one foot touching the ground.

“Leader! What are you doing! Shoot him! We can’t just take this lying dow-”

“Shut up,” she ordered in a chilly tone devoid of emotion to immediately cut off any form of protest from her gang. The girl I saw now was acting as the Faceless gang leader, she looked nothing like the girl I knew. Putting the lives of her gang members, the survival of the gang, above her own feelings now. Her eyes were hollowed out, empty, enshrouded within a deep darkness where nobody could reach her. 

The lives of everyone here rested on her shoulders. If she made a brash decision, everything would be over. What sort of burden she was carrying all alone, I couldn’t even begin to imagine. What I saw in her at this moment, convinced me she was truly a gang leader, not some sort of figurehead, but the real deal. This side of her proved it. It was like the side I’d seen before was a complete lie.

“What did you come here for?” She asked sternly.

“Well… jokes aside for the time being, you see… I’m looking for someone. More specifically, my precious girlfriend over here is looking for someone. A very dear friend of hers. And I have reason to believe someone in your gang may have been the one who kidnapped them.”

“Why the hell would you think it’s someone in my gang that kidnapped your bitch’s so-called friend?”

“Well, the kidnapper was wearing a motorcycle helmet which made it impossible to see their face.”

“What sort of bullshit reason is that?”

“It was also dark and she couldn’t even make out the clothes they had on.”

“So what?”

“The only lead we really have is that they drove off on a motorcycle.”

“What does that have to do with us? There are plenty of people in this city who use motorcycles that aren’t part of Faceless.”

“But… your gang typically uses motorcycles exclusively. And… don’t you think it’s too much of a coincidence we don’t even have a face for the kidnapper? It’s almost like they were blatantly screaming they were part of Faceless, don’t you think?”

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“They used the smoke from a fire extinguisher as cover to prevent anyone from seeing anything. We couldn’t even get their plate because they even kept their license plate concealed. Why would they go to such extreme lengths to hide everything about their identity? Would any old random kidnapper do so?”

“No, of course not, a random kidnapper who knew nothing wouldn’t be so meticulous. They would only do so if they knew my girlfriend had ties to Swastika. Now, why would they kidnap her friend? I really do wonder. Why did they do something as foolish as stepping on Swastika’s toes?”

Was he told she was kidnapped by Malory? Or did he know the truth and he was trying to use this to get them to slip up and determine whether Faceless was really responsible for this or not? It was likely the latter.

If Faceless knew it wasn’t a kidnapping, he would probably conclude Faceless was involved in this.

This person seemed rather troublesome. If my theory was correct, he actually had a brain. Combine that with the fact he was a psychopath who derived some sort of sick pleasure from carving up his girlfriend's back, it made him all the more dangerous. The one thing going against him was his physical build though. He was pretty scrawny, skin and bones. He didn’t require physical strength though. He used the most efficient means to kill people, guns and projectiles.

Faceless seemed to focus on strengthening their bodies, but it sounded like they did also use guns. From the looks of things, Swastika was more violent and prone to using whatever dirty underhanded means was necessary to get the job done, but they likely weren’t as physically in shape as those who were part of Faceless. 

In a way, this disparity could balance things out between the two gangs. But if Swastika’s numbers were much greater, then they would definitely have the upper hand even if their members weren’t as physically fit.

There was also the problem of tactics. Lea didn’t seem like she was much of a tactician, but her opponent was. If it came to tactics to avoid being caught by cops, that was within the realm of what was possible for her because the cops had all sorts of rules, procedures, and regulations they had to abide by. Faceless knew what the cops were allowed to and not allowed to do. But Swastika was a completely different beast, they were unhinged and had no such shackles placed on them. There was no telling how far they would go.

Lea said she could use a person like me… I see. So that’s what she meant. Then… the reason she’s looking for a normal guy to make her boyfriend right now… she might just want someone with a brain she can rely on.

She feels pressured by Swastika.

“How would I know what that kidnapper was thinking? We have nothing to do with that.”

“Then, I’d you have nothing to do with it, do you mind giving us a tour of your facility?”

What! Shit, it really is going to come down to that? This is terrible. Being seen here wasn’t part of my plan. Do I try to escape? How though?

“Psst!”

I looked up to where the sound came from. The origin was in the direction of the reception desk. A short-haired blond woman was there.

I ran over to the reception desk.

“What is it?”

“Yer the kidnapper, aren’t yuh?”

“I’m no kidnapper, they were going to rape my girlfriend and I managed to just barely get away from them without them finding out who I was.”

“Fuckin hell. If yer girlfriend is caught here it’ll be troublesome for us at this rate.”

“She’s actually in disguise right now. She’s wearing clothes she never normally wears and she has a wig on.”

“What? Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“If that’s the case… I have a plan. I can switch places with her. We just need to swap clothes and smear some grease on her. She can slip in among everyone else while I stay with yuh. That should provide a decent cover for you as well.”

My eyes lit up. It wasn’t a bad idea.

“Let’s do it then.”

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