Staring at the whiteboard, Ginger's mind raced as he contemplated BlackJack's next move. BlackJack, a notorious multinational criminal, was currently being hunted down by 39 active nations. His initial attack took place at a motel located 38 kilometers outside of town. Each crime scene featured a distinct signature—a jack of spades drawn on the motel wall—a macabre symbol linked to 29 known victims. However, the motives behind BlackJack's actions remained shrouded in mystery. Sometimes he orchestrated brutal massacres, while other times he targeted innocent victims for robberies. Speculation ran rampant, with some suggesting that the robber and the perpetrator of the massacres were two separate individuals.
Yet, as the investigation unfolded, it became clear that all the crimes were the work of a single man. BlackJack swiftly rose to infamy, becoming the most wanted criminal in the world. The United Nations placed a substantial bounty on his head. Instead of being captured, however, he grew bolder, forming a criminal organization named after himself—the BlackJack gang. They soon gained notoriety as the most feared and well-known criminal group on the planet, thanks to their audacious and heinous acts. As their influence spread, BlackJack appointed thirteen leaders to represent the thirteen cards, further amplifying the group's terrifying capabilities.
Now, BlackJack had left his calling card once again, but this time bearing a different symbol—a jack of clubs. While it wasn't his first time leaving a jack of clubs, the previous incidents had all been robberies. Whenever BlackJack left a jack of spades, a deadly killing spree followed, and when he left a jack of clubs, it signaled a robbery. His choice of symbols had become his chilling signature. The confirmed death toll surpassed a thousand, and the total losses attributed to the BlackJack gang exceeded a billion dollars.
Leaving the internet cafe behind, Ginger made his way home. It was evening when he arrived, heading straight to his room to change before joining his family for dinner. As they gathered around the table, discussing their day, Ginger's brother approached him with an invitation.
"Hey, would you come with my friend tomorrow? We're planning to play the new FPS game that was released yesterday," his brother asked eagerly.
Ginger paused, considering the request. He knew his duty called for his attention elsewhere.
"I'm sorry," he replied regretfully, "but I have to go somewhere tomorrow."
Curiosity piqued, his brother inquired further. "Will it take long? If not, you can still join us. We'll be playing until the afternoon."
Ginger weighed his options for a moment. "I'll think about it," he finally responded.
With that, he bid his family goodnight and retreated to his room.