Crossing Illusion: Reflection (Book 1) #Wattys2017

Chapter 45: Operation White Night

December 23th, an abandoned building at night...

A mob of men in black suits and fedora are on the garage behind the building, seems to had a deal involving few suitcases.

"So, how much would it be? Two millions is on our deck, plus the two young girls on the back." A rugged cigar-smoking man pointed his thumb to the van, carrying the two hostage inside.

"We got two millions too, just like what we promised. Plus... This rack of golds." A long-faced man with sunglass opened a sack full of metal accessories, some of them adorned in jewels.

"Good now... Huh?" The smoking man turn to the van and see a glasses young man with pale lavender hair. Everyone pointed guns on him. The man didn't really respond.

"Oh, good evening. Pardon the interruption, and not to ruin the deal, but we're taking all of your offer. Because you see, the sacred accessories there is our target today. Nothing personal." He speak casually, with a smile.

Without warning, the mob boss with the sunglasses shot the stranger on the head with his pistol. Loud bang made, but the man stand still. The bullet roll to the floor. Everyone "huh?" on him.

"Thousand Threads: Redirect." A glowing transparent needle appear on his hand, tied with long violet thread, linked toward one of the mafias. With a tap, energy flow to the connector into the man, and the force that stored on the needles released, replicating a ballistic trauma as the man receive what appear to be gun headshot.

They gawked, loaded their rifles and all firing on him. However all the impact received, anything touched the young man, redirected to the threads and linked back on all the attackers, causing their own death as blood sprayed all over the room.

"No personal feeling, but I've linked all of you before the battle even started." He turn away and open the van, revealing the two woman, hand tied and mouth wrapped.

"Hmm... We can use them for something. How about it, Deva?" He switch his vision to another side, where a man draped in all-black emerge from the shadows. "Nah, they'll be hassle. We got enough manpower on the base. Just kill them."

"But Deva, look at them! They're pretty!" He unwrap their mouth cover to fully see their face. The girl immediately shriek.

"Help! We're abducted! Somebody help uuusss---"

In swift reaction, a long blade of darkness cut through the van, decapitate the two girl roughly, blood spur like sac stabbed.

"Ughh... Deva! That's uncalled! Look how messy I am!" The glasses one complained as his outfit stained. The veiled one stare in emotionless eye. "They're going to attract someone. It's easier to kill them just like this."

"But I don't like killing girls... Oh well, job duty." He sighed, taking out handkerchief to clean his face.

"So, Ernest, is this all?" Deva sort out the gold and found few magical accessories.

"Yes. Those and four millions of cash as bonus. Boss going to be pleased." Ernest laughed happily.

"Nah, he won't. Money never please him. But at least we can add it to our income. Either that or we'll took partial of the cash for our own."

"I like the idea, but won't boss know?" Ernest is surprised, but he does know how opportunist Deva is, so it's not a new thing.

"Even if he is, not like it's against the rules. We can at least deliver the two millions to the group and we take two millions. One for each." Deva sort ouf the cases and leave two untouched. He summoned his shadow puppets to deliver one of the case to Ernest and keep the other one for himself.