The m, I was in no mood to deal with the chaos that followed me around, so I decided to start my day with a little iigation. I left Goldy with Kitty, and she probably spoiled him rotten by now. ing to the point. I couldn't stop thinking about the weird situation with May's bank at—how they refused her withdrawal request. It didn't make sense, and when something doesn't make sense, I get curious. I got all the necessary information from May st night.

  Now, time to check things out...

  I used shapeshifting, altering my appearance just enough so I wouldn't raise any suspi. A middle-aged man with grey hair and a wrinkly face. The st thing I wanted was for some cultist or random person tnize me and start another worship session. After adjusting my look, I teleported to an alley he local bank. Surprisingly, the pce looked better than I expected—well-repaired and . This wasn't just a simple coat of paint; the building itself seemed to have been pletely painted and repaired retly, which was odd sidering the state of the rest of the city.

  I ehrough the main doors, the bell above me ringing softly. I walked around a bit and took a pamphlet from the wall while reading their mind and gathering information. And oh boy, some are fug nasty. Especially that woman at the ter. She and the manager had a thing going on, but the manager was married.

  As for the manager, he's sitting in his office. Acc to his memories, he saw the invasion as his ce to get insurance money and scam some people of their money by ht freezing their ats. And it would seem that some higher officials are also involved in this shit. Those bastards! How dare they take others hard earned money?

  I looked around. There were a few civilians and guards around the pce. It would seem the manager hired them from some agency. Lucky for them they don't seem to be involved with gangs or mafias, or else, I would have to work extra, killing them. I walked to the ter. I got enough info to go on with.

  At the ter, a woman in her mid-30s with dark hair, and brown eyes, looked up at me, clearly unimpressed by my appearance.

  Let the game begin.

  "Good m," I said, leaning over the ter just enough for her to hear me. "I o speak with someone in charge."

  She gave me a skeptical look, then checked her s. "There's no one avaible right now. You'll o schedule an appoi."

  "Oh, no. I saw the manager ing in here a few minutes ago," I said, my tone nont. "If you could get him out here, that would be great. If you 't then I might just..." I leaned in further and whispered. "expose it to the manager's wife that you and him are having an affair."

  The woma pale, her eyes wide.

  I smiled. "I'm sure he wouldn't like that, now would he?"

  She quickly posed herself, putting on a polite smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about, sir."

  "Oh, my. How could you fet using that strapon on that old fucker when you two were in the manager's office? Last night after work, was it? Didn't he pay you like 3 grand just to fuck his ass? Eew! That creepy old fucker," I feigned a shiver. "I don't know how you people do anything for money. But then again, everyone has their owishes, who am I to judge, right? Since I 't judge, I'll let his wife judge him instead. She should know about her husband's fetish. So, ime she'll fuck him at home, probably with her heels while you will miss out on that money. What do you think?"

  She was shaking now, her face red. "What do you want?"

  "I want you to deactivate the security cameras and take me to the manager's room. And don't allow ao go inside. Pretty simple, right?" I said with a smile.

  "I could lose my job. I need money... Got a family to feed, man," She said with a pleading expression.

  "You will get paid well for your trouble. I even know a guy who works at the bar doho will probably pay for what you do. His name is Tinkers."

  "Tinkers?" She asked.

  "Yeah, I know, it sounds ridiculously funny, but that's his name. He works as a security guard. His wife is cheating and chug him, so, I'm pretty sure he'll pay you enough food night. Maybe start an affair and drain him dry. Yood at that, right? Now, enough chit-chat. Turn off the camera and take me to your manager's office."

  After a few seds, she finally nodded and did what she was told. I was surprised that she didn't even ask for the money first. Maybe she was a little stupid, or maybe she just wao do this, who knows? I followed her through the back doors and into a corridor, where she stopped in front of a door marked 'Manager.' She kwice, and the door opeo reveal a middle-aged man in a suit, his hair slicked bad his tie loose. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. And there was an expetle of wine on the desk behind him.

  "Mr. Williams, sir," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "This gentlemao speak with you."

  The man raised an eyebrow. "At this hour? Who is he? Why didn't you send him away?"

  "You leave, I'll take it from here," I said with a smile.

  She quickly left the room. I locked the door and covered the room with a force field. No one e in and no one get out, plus soundproof.

  "Who are you? What do you want?" The manager asked. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to e back during regur business hours. This is highly irregur."

  I sat down on the couch without waiting for permission, ign his demands. "Now, now, let's not be too hasty. You're not really in a position to make any demands. After all, you've been embezzling funds from the bank for the st six months, haven't you?"

  His eyes widened. "Wha—how did you—"

  Before he could say anything worthless and waste my time, I yahat witle with telekinesis ahe bel. He was shocked to see my power ao press the arm button, which I stopped by binding his body with telekinesis.

  "Oh, my. Would you look at that? Such high alcohol tent. That's a very expetle of wine, isn't it?" I said, waving the bottle around. "How many thousands of dolrs did this cost you?"

  "It was a gift, from a t," the maammered, his face pale.

  "Of course, it was," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now what would happen if you were to drink it all and maybe you'll have a very life-threatening act? You wouldn't want that, right? Maybe if you fess your crimes on your own, I might let you live. Or, I'll simply use telepathy to get a fession out of you, which again, isn't that fun. So..." I took out my phone, put it in rec, and held it before him. I gave him a nod.

  He uood what I meant.

  He slumped into his chair, his faow a mixture of fear and desperation. "Alright... alright! I'll tell you everything. Just don't... don't hurt me."

  I leaned forward, letting my telekiic grip tighten slightly around his body, just enough to remind him who was in trol. "Good choice. Start from the beginning. What exactly have you been doing with the bank's money?"

  His hands trembled as he csped them in front of him, avoiding eye tact. "We... we've been freezing ats, especially those of people who wouldn't be able to fight back. Whey was in chaos after the attack, we took advantage of the situation. I redirected funds to offshore ats a it all hidden, all while telling the ts their ats were locked for security reasons. Some of them... they never even noticed the withdrawals. And I... I made a lot of money from it."

  I let the sileretch, my gaze unwavering. "And how high up does this go? Who else is involved?"

  His voice cracked. "There are some higher-ups, the board members... they've known about the scheme for months. They wao make sure the city's financial colpse would liheir pockets. But I—I didn't think it would get this bad. I swear, I only wao get ahead a little... but it just spiraled. I didn't... I didn't mean for people to get hurt."

  I raised an eyebrow. "So it's not just about mohere's more to this, isn't there? You've been using the chaos as a cover for something bigger."

  The manager hesitated, his eyes darting around nervously. He khere was no esg now. "There's... there's a group. A fa withiy. They've been pushing for more trol over the local banks, and we've been w with them. They promised us prote and influence if we helped them. Some of the board members... they've been receiving threats, and they've been turning a blio the embezzling. It's all part of a bigger py for power."

  I leaned back, processing the information. This wasn't just financial fraud; this ower struggle that was going to have much rger sequences. "And what happens when the people find out? The ones you've stolen from? How do you think they'll react?"

  "We'll simply close down the branches, and reopen new ones with new names," the manager said, his voice almost pleading. "Please, you have to uand. I didn't want to get involved, but they had leverage over me. They threatened my family, my friends. I had no choice!"

  "That's pathetic! Your only leverage is your dick. And look where it got you. Now, I need solid records. Give them to me. I know a fucker like you must have a hard copy somewhere close, right? Give them to me, and you'll walk out of here with all your limbs intact," I said while releasing him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."

  "Yes, yes! I have all the files right here. In my safe." He poi the wall behind him, where a safe was embedded.

  I used telekinesis to open it and found a small stack of papers inside. I flipped through them, sing the pages quickly. There were names and at numbers, along with detailed lists of amounts transferred. I also fouails about the board members' involvement. This was a lot of evideo put ao all this bullshit. Then there was a little drive and a few stacks of cash. Acc to this fuckface's memories, this tains the list of gover officials and cops.

  "Very good," I said, "Now." I pced the witle oable. "Drink."

  "But... You... You promised," He stuttered.

  "Yeah. No worries. I won't kill you. But you gotta finish the etle before I leave. If not, then I will break your bones and then make you drink that."

  The man shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "I 't. Please. I have a wife and kids..."

  I waved my hand, and the bottle floated in front of him. "Drink. All of it. Or else..."

  He took the bottle and began to drink slowly, his eyes filled with pain and despair.

  I smirked. "Don't worry. It's just wine. Good stuff, huh?"

  He tinued drinking, his hands shaking. After he fihe st drop. I noticed a small briefcase on the right desk. I put the files and the drive into it. I also took the mohen teleported him to the roof.

  It took a while, but the alcohol is doing its job. He started puking. His body was trembling.

  As much as I'd like to let him live... Sigh! Corrupt bastards like him should just die. How dare he scam others' money? God knows hoeople suffered or itted suicide because of those fug scums. How many died in the hospital because they couldn't withdraw money? How many dreams were lost because suddenly one day they found their at was just gone?

  Too many... I read his mind. Too many people... Some took their life, some turned criminals, and some got tired and gave up fighting... A scum like him deserves nothing but death.

  And so, I did what was needed. I simply pointed him toward the edge of the roof. "Run if you want to live?"

  And that drunken bastard ran. He jumped down from the rooftop, straight into the pavement below, spttering like a watermelon. I didn't wait to see the other's rea. I went baside. And most of the people were rushing outside to see the se. I pced a stack of cash in that dy's bag a...

  ...

  , I teleported he NYPD, but I didn't sense Yuri in there. Acc to the cops there, she took a day off. She's at her home. Alright, time to pay her a visit. I'll hand over the evideo her. But I'll kill every single fucker on that list. No mercy this time.

  First, I'll let her arrest them all. It'd be easier to kill all the pests in one go. I'm too zy to jump around, search them one by one, and then kill them... Nope. Let the cops do some work.

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