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Darren drove through the city as calmly as he could, not letting the adrenaline from the situation fuel his drive.

Once he got close to a street, without hesitation, he pulled out the Glock from his coat pocket and tossed it into a waste bin on the street corner.

Kara frowned. "Why the hell did you just do that?"

"Because that gun was just used in a bank robbery," Darren said, his voice calm, eyes still on the road.

Kara made a face. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Darren didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached into the glove compartment, pulling out a cheap burner phone. Flipping it open, he dialed.

"Hello, 911? I'm calling in regards to the robbery in Nelson Bank that just happened an hour ago? Yes, I think I just saw two robbers in ski masks matching the description of what was said on the news."

He spoke with just the right amount of urgency to sound believable.

"One of them dumped his gun into the waste bin on the corner street before the main road after leaving Crane Street. Yes. I didn't see much. That's all I have to say."

He ended the call, shut the phone, removed the battery, and flung it into the compartment.

Kara stared at him in disbelief. "Did you just make all that up?"

"Yes."

She continued staring at him as they rode away.

Just as they reached the main road, police sirens filled the air. Multiple cop cars rushed past them, heading in the direction they had just come from.

Darren took a deep breath. So far, his plan was working perfectly as schemed.

Over the night, when he had brought Kara into the house in Greenbaby, he had thought deeply about it.

During his old life, he knew that loan sharks were one of the worst people on the planet. They couldn't be trusted.

The Red Fang wasn't any different, so he needed to be prepared. He needed a way to ensure he left that place without being harmed, exploited, or forced to be incriminated as an ally to their evil acts.

So, he came up with the idea.

He knew that people who did evil things for money cherished nothing more than that money itself. That was his leverage — something to exchange his freedom for.

But to get them out of his life permanently?

That was the real challenge.

They were relentless. Unforgiving. They wouldn't stop hunting him as long as they knew he had money and had crossed them.

Since he couldn't go full John Wick and murder all of them, he had to find a way to get them all arrested.

And with the Red Fang being high on the FBI's Most Wanted list because of their activities, he knew that once they were caught, they were never coming back.

But how was he going to do it?

These people were extremely careful. They operated in the shadows.

The idea that came to mind was to attach them to a crime that was going to occur. That way, they'd be brought into the police's eyes once again.

But the Investor System didn't give Darren information on crimes to occur soon.

It wasn't a superhero system.

So, he had to tweak it. He first told his system to search for companies that would suffer losses due to criminal activities in the coming days.

He found out that Nelson Bank would suffer a serious robbery in just a few days.

Who was the CEO of Nelson Bank? Charles Nelson. Son of Charleston Nelson.

The same Charles he'd just played against at the casino opening party.

Darren chose there as an alibi to kill two birds with one stone. He had placed a bullet casing on Charles Nelson, who would get shot in the leg that day.

Darren stuck it on Nelson's heavy coat, which could hold things because of the material.

The same gun that had the bullet with that casing was the one Darren took with him, knowing the security would search him, find the gun, and smear his fingerprints all over it.

Which was why Darren had worn gloves. He was safe.

After retrieving the gun when he was leaving, he tossed it into the bin and told the cops it was there.

Now, it was all up to law enforcement.

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Ring, Ring!

In the waste bin, multiple cop cars gathered around. The officers found the gun.

"Hey! Over here!"

A cop retrieved it from the waste bin, carefully placing it in an evidence bag.

"Bag it and send it in for prints."

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At the station, inside the forensics lab, a group of detectives hovered over a monitor, waiting for results.

One of them leaned in as the system beeped.

Once the results came, it was sent to the cops.

"His name is Tyrese Odunese. Keep an eye out for Tyrese Odunese. Also known as Steelhead. A known member of the Red Fang Association. Extremely tall, muscular, black and has a scar across his nose."

An agent sucked in a sharp breath. "He's on the FBI's Most Wanted list."

"Search the entire area!" the lead detective barked. "If this is what I think it is, we're taking down a big fish today, boys!"

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Of course, the real thieves would be caught soon, and Steelhead wouldn't be charged for that particular robbery.

But that didn't matter.

The Red Fang were getting charged for something much worse. They all would be going down forever, for all their crimes against humanity.

For doing pure evil things in the search of money.

For taking advantage of people like him.

People who were just searching for help.

Darren clenched his fists.

He understood that hustling was necessary. But no amount of money was worth the life of another human being.

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They arrived home in Greenbaby, and as Darren stepped inside, the television was already on.

Brooklyn Baker's voice echoed through the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, breaking news tonight; after years of terrorizing the city, the notorious Red Fang Association has finally been taken down. An anonymous tip led the CPD straight to Steelhead, real name Tyrese Odunese, who was linked to the Nelson Bank robbery after forensic evidence tied him to a discarded firearm at the crime scene.

"With new financial and criminal evidence surfacing, the entire Red Fang network is being dismantled as we speak. Their illegal operations, scams, and underground dealings have plagued this state for years. But tonight, thanks to an unknown informant, Calivernia can finally breathe a little easier."

Darren removed his coat.

Kara was still staring at the screen, dumbfounded.

Then, she slowly turned to him.

"You…" she started, her voice breathless.

She blinked.

"You are so hot."

Darren barely had time to react before she stood up, walked toward him, and, without warning, grabbed him by the collar.

Then, she crashed her lips onto his.