Chapter 385.


    <strong>Chapter 385. The Coborator’s Identity. (1/2)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">A week had passed since that fateful night.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It had been stered all over the news.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Breaking news.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The abrupt end of Swastika. Thergest gang in the city.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for me, I’d beenying low since that night.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What happened on that night, only I knew the full story.


    <span style="font-weight:400">How did I bring a dead man back to life?


    <span style="font-weight:400">It had been quite a convincing magic trick.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The answer was simple.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He was never dead to begin with.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But how?


    <span style="font-weight:400">What about the blood Malory saw on the ground?


    <span style="font-weight:400">The bullets I shot him with?


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why three? Well, I couldn’t be sure one would be enough to knock him out. It was three for good measure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for the drug I injected him with, the final reason I’d administered it to him was to be extra sure he didn’te 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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 ns as possible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Where did the blood that supposedly leaked out when I turned him on his backe 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But just how did Swastika fall?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, it’s quite simple really. That would be all thanks to Faceless and one other party’s cooperation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ring... Ring... Ring...


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We were at a gas station outside the city at night again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Click.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello?” The person on the other end of the phone opened with a single word.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello, it’s me.” My voice was scrambled just like thest time we’d spoken.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... Devthor?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. From the coverage in the media, it seems the operation was a sess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. It went well. Is that all you called me for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I’m sure you had questions you wanted answers to.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Too many to count. Are you a member of Swastika?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I am.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">This was my true purpose in calling the person I’d coborated with. I wanted to find out if they’d figured out who I was or not. I wanted to verify whether they were convinced it had been a member of Swastika who orchestrated all of this chaos.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s what everyone else is convinced of as well. However, I don’t believe it for a second.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What makes you think that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why would a member of Swastika vying for control of the gang destroy the entire gang?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who said the entire gang has been destroyed? Did you ever consider the possibility that I only instructed the problematic members to head your way while I had the ones who would remain loyal to me head elsewhere?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did… you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Don’t you think the numbers your side caught are a bit on the low side?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly… we only got a little over half in the end. Only someone on the inside would be aware of that though since it hasn’t been reported in the media. We had the media report that the entire gang was wiped out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, in reality, the entire gang aside from maybe a few stragglers may have gotten away. Faceless took care of the rest after all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So what’s there to doubt about my identity since I know of the internal affairs of Swastika?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I still don’t buy it. Just who are you really… Devthor?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Well, if you must know. I am a devil. A devil who rests peacefully in this city and watches over it from the shadows. I simply got rid of some troublemakers disturbing my peaceful life.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is that what the Dev in Devthor means?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then what does thetter part mean?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why, that is but of course a secret. But if you like, I can at least give you a hint if you really want one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I snapped my fingers once and said no more.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What was that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That was naturally your hint.” But of course, a hint to throw him off the true meaning.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you just snap your fingers?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell is that supposed to tell me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You will understand in due time, perhaps sometime in the next two years.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The devil of the avengers who Thor faces off against. He’d probablye to that sort of conclusion rather than guess that it really meant author.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With a single snap, I, the devil, return all life to no more than dust.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why would I understand it in two years and not now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Is it not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell are you nning?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing. Nothing at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You im 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 nning anything?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll find you, Devthor. Don’t underestimate my intuition.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, is that so? Well, I shall look forward to it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But.. by the way, what of that girl I used? There wasn’t anything in the news about her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You mean… Malory?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s dead. Why would we report anything about her?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. What did you do with her body?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you care?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m curious, is all. About whether you noticed the scars on her back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you trying to say you were responsible for that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am a devil after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She... had so many scars on her back when she was found… but a weekter… they all disappeared like magic. What the hell did you do?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was one of the conditions I set in the contract. The scars on her back would disappear a weekter. 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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">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.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“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.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wait I’m not done-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Click.