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Chapter 66: The Mystery Of Ian Rose I
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In a very discreet location, an underground location, one could hear the yells of people. The place was extremely secure, with hundreds of guards surrounding the area.
The underground bunker was also quite tough, almost like a vault. This amount of protection was necessary due to the recent circumstances.
"What do you mean by we can't take the territory now??!" One of the men seated around the round table spoke with a bit of sternness.
"Is it so hard to understand? We won't take the risk until we find out what's happening." Taking the leading seat of the room was Carmine as he spoke with an even more stern tone.
"Why?! Is it because of that rat? What can he do?" Another questioned though this time, someone else other than Carmine responded.
"I think it's because of Dragos, right? If so, then I agree. We have to find out how he died before we do anything."
Carmine nodded, appreciating the man's understanding, "Indeed. The reason is the Ibanescu massacre. I was already cautious of what the Roses might be planning, and what happened recently mad..."
"The Ibanescus are a bunch of trash anyway. You wouldn't think that it'd be so easy to exterminate us right?"
A crime lord pointed out, and another shook his head, adding, "I don't think you understood what he was insinuating. You people stop being so childish and remember why we started the attack against the Roses."
Carmine continued on his behalf, "We started it because we received information about Ian's collaboration with Batman, and his betrayal by starting the war between the Russians and the Cartels... It all makes sense as Batman and his children interfered at the right moment to bring down the two families."
Carmine frowned, having a headache, not a rare thing since Batman's appearance.
"Now, have you all wondered who delivered the information to us? Who? Why? How? These are all questions we have yet to answer. There must be some kind of ploy to bring us all down... Someone is definitely using us to destroy the Roses, and who knows, they might even target us after."
The crime lords remained silent for a while, finding themselves in a predicament. The entire east end of the Gotham is right there for taking, a large tasty pie, yet they can't take even a single bit from it.
"So the east end is a trap... I still don't understand. What's the point? Just why?"
Carmine shook his head while messaging his head, "I don't get it either, but I will certainly not risk my life to find out. If any of you is willing to take the risk then you're welcome to try though it's better if we remain united."
A depressing atmosphere overwhelmed the room as everyone remained silent, each with their worries. The crime lords, the people who rule the underground of the city, and the darkness of the slums found themselves in such a confusing mess of a dilemma.
They all shared one thing, and that was depression, rising their hatred of its source... Batman. Indeed, it might be unintentional, but Ian threw all the hatred on Batman. It didn't occur to them that maybe Ian was the one to initiate the collaboration as that doesn't make sense to them.
Then again, Batman was on their back for years, making their life worse by the day, and driving them nuts. The most Ian can be is batman's dog in their eyes. After all, how could the latter allow a criminal to run wild? He must be controlling him somehow to bring them down.
Ian must be his dog, right? Well, he begs the difference, "This should be wild... I am very much looking forward to how this will look on camera, perhaps a storytime for my future kids? Hahaha,"
Ian let out a chuckle before looking down at the city. Indeed, he was on a helicopter acquired through charity, and beneath him was Gotham. From such a height, it looks peaceful but dark in many areas.
At some point, the government stopped funding Gotham's light infrastructure, specifically the lamps in the streets. They get destroyed in no time anyway, so what's the point?
Ian had a parachute pack on his back. He was seated at the very edge of the helicopter with the door open, quite the dangerous thing despite his preparations.
He was unnaturally calm as he brought out his phone and remarked, "Yeah, this should be perfect. If not, then I'll have to use the parachute earlier than expected I guess?"
Ian turned his head to the nervous pilot and spoke, "It's perfect right here. Don't move until it's time and remember what IIII TOooold youuuu..." He jumped.
Or he allowed gravity to call him forth as he screamed in his excitement, "Let's Goooo!! I missed this soo much!" He's quite the adventurous type, so this was naturally not his first time skydiving though it's his first time in a long time, a year to be specific.
He fell through the air like a maniac, screaming and moving around to the best of his ability. The helicopter was quite high up, so he had plenty of time before he face any barrier that can stop gravity's call.
"Trigon!!! I am finally gonna use you! Aren't you happyyy?" This was among the nonsense he was blurting out while appreciating the view. He always found such experiences to be strangely exciting yet peaceful at the same time.
It was too noisy for him to even hear his own voice due to the driving speed, yet he felt unrestrained, like all of his nonexistent worries ceased to exist, like his nonexistent fears disappeared, such a wonderful paradox he was... He made no sense.
'Now, let's focus.' Ian knows when to mess around and when to focus... Sometimes, and this is one of those times as he used his experience in skydiving to control his destination.
It was as simple as moving his arms and legs to control where he wants to move, all due to the air friction. He kept his body arched and slightly moved his arms or legs to either move forwards, backward, or turn sideways until he saw his destination approximately below him.
He accelerated his speed by pointing his head to the ground and streamlining everything else, making him dive at a remarkable speed until he reached a distance he deemed appropriate, then he slowed down.
He didn't open his parachute yet despite approaching the ground quickly. Instead, he muttered as a scroll appeared in his hand, "Devil's Breath."
Ian opened the scroll quickly lest the air friction pushes it out of his hands, and opening it was all it took to declare all the laws of the universe around invalid.
There was no air friction anymore. In fact, he stopped entirely in the middle of the air, seemingly frozen in time. However, a wide smile surfaced on his face as the scene below him reflected on his gorgeous pale brown eyes.
A scene to be remembered by the people of Gotham and even the world for years to come. An incident that shall be called the breath of salvation, a stark contrast to what Ian named it.
Who thought two names of opposite significance would be given to the same spectacle. Whereas Ian saw it as the Devil's breath, others saw it as the breath of salvation for a very simple reason... it evaporated the crime lords from existence down to their very molecule level.
From the darkness of the night spurted a small sparkle, a fire that shone brightly. It was the symbol of initiating as a stream of flames followed after it, bursting into a magnificence of fireworks.
It was almost like someone blew a breath on the crimson fire, a breath of gorgeous flames that lit up the entire night sky of the city. A light never seen before nor expected in a city such as Gotham.
Even within light, there was darkness. This rule held true for the breath of salvation as one can clearly glimpse what looks like dark specks of corruption in its every part, mending together to form lines of beauty... Ah, how light and dark came together to form such stunning scenery.
"So lovely..." Ian muttered under his breath as the breath of salvation came crashing down upon the infrastructure far below him, traveling a distance of more than three hundred meters to swallow his target.
The breath of salvation didn't stop as it dived into the depths of the ground, devouring the bunker that lies beneath as well as the hundreds of lives around, all of the crime families.
Ian got his wits back quickly and closed the scroll, using as much force as he could. Only he knows how hard it is to control the scroll. It's a fucking menace though it does seem to obey him quite a bit.
He noted how the scroll dimmed quite a bit, but it was within his expectation. It wasn't the first time he used it after all, or more like, it was activated on its own once all the scroll pieces were assembled in one place.
He teleported the scroll to his ring, and just as he started falling down again, he opened the parachute and started adjusting it to fly to his destination, and while doing so, he pulled out his phone and sent a message.
What happened next, however, was not within his expectation as a gunshot sounded...
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