Noah looked down at Ryker, a slight smirk on his face as he collapsed on the floor next to him.
Jackson was still shaking from Noah’s display of power, his heart pounding.
"I didn’t even have a chance to move before he wiped them all out." He thought as he ran towards Noah.
"Jackson stop! Go help your brother and his friends. The police will be here at any minute" Noah shouted.
"But you’re inj-" Jackson tried retort, but he heard the sirens getting close.
"Damn it!" He grunted as he looked hesitant.
"Don’t worry, I called an ambulance and police. Just hurry up and exit through this side," Noah said with a pained expression as he lifted his finger towards the back door.
Jackson nodded, and quickly freed his brother and his two friends.
Jackson looked at Noah one final time with his teeth clenched, " I won’t forget your favour, Noah."
Noah nodded with a weak smile and said "Make sure you take the two bags, they actually have a million dollars. It will be hard to explain to the police."
Jackson’s face twisted with shock, "You want me to keep it for you?"
Noah nodded, "stop asking questions."
Jackson nodded still in disbelief that Noah trusted him with a million dollars, it was an amount that brothers would kill each other for.
As Jackson and the others ran out through the back door, Noah quickly dealt with the situation at hand.
He reached down and placed the bulletproof vest with the bullet embedded in it, alongside Ryker’s gun in his inventory. He also made sure to store the gun power that left the gun to remove any evidence.
With these items hidden in his inventory, the police would have no idea about the vest or the bullet fired.
He knew that Ryker and his goons wouldn’t risk exposing that as it implicated them far more than him. In a way, he was doing them a favour as possession of a firearm and shooting had a minimum sentence of eight years.
The sound of the sirens drew closer.
Moments later, police lights illuminated the warehouse, and the first officer who entered through the door called out.
"Freeze!" several others poured in behind, their weapons drawn and cautious as they sliced the cake to check the warehouse with caution.
The last person to step inside was Sergeant Rachel Miller.
Her gaze swept over the warehouse, and the moment her eyes fell on Noah, a mixture of disbelief flared in her expression.
She marched over, her usual professional calm cracking just slightly as she recognized him.
"You? Again?"
Noah gave her a wry smile, pressing a hand to his shoulder as if nursing a non-existent injury.
"Didn’t expect to see you so soon, Sergeant," he said with an air of nonchalance.
She ignored his tone, her gaze darting to the unconscious men scattered around them. "Mind explaining what’s going on here?"
"I happened to stumble upon a little... gathering as I was exploring this world," he replied, choosing his words carefully.
"Let’s just say they didn’t like that and things got out of hand, but I called you all as soon as it was safe."
Rachel looked at him suspiciously, as she looked around.
There were four men unconscious, one had a deep bruise already forming on his jaw.
The rest were in a worse state—utterly incapacitated and clearly harmed.
She narrowed her eyes. "You’re telling me you took all these guys down by yourself?"
Noah shook his head, "I did not do it alone, like I said there was a gathering and these people were fighting with some others but they ran, a long time ago."
Rachel pressed her lips together, struggling to hold back a retort. After a moment, she sighed, her tone tinged with frustration. "You know, Mr. Thompson, most people would have left this to the police.
Noah chuckled lightly.
"Most people probably would have. But sometimes, you can’t afford to wait for the police to arrive."
Rachel crossed her arms, her irritation barely hidden. "Acting in the moment to save yourself is one thing. But this… This looks like a war zone."
"Maybe," Noah replied, glancing at the scattered bodies. "Luckily everyone’s still breathing, so I’d say it turned out pretty well."
Rachel huffed and puffed at his response, giving him an exasperated look. "What about the faces of the men that ran, do you remember them?"
Noah raised an eyebrow. "You must be joking Sergeant Rachel, you think I had time to check out their faces? I was too busy trying to survive."
Her gaze held steady, clearly not buying his feigned ignorance, but she chose not to press further as his testimony wouldn’t be the only one taken. Instead, she gestured to the paramedics to come to her.
"You’re going to need to have that shoulder checked."
Noah glanced down at his shoulder, feigning a wince. "Yeah, maybe you’re right." He held her gaze, watching the hint of suspicion flicker behind her eyes.
She softened slightly, gesturing for the paramedics to come over. "Next time, try not to get involved in any more ’gatherings,’ alright?"
Noah grinned. "No promises, Sergeant. But I’ll keep that in mind."
As the paramedics approached, Noah gave Rachel a parting nod.
"See you around Sergeant!" He said with a slight smirk.
She shook her head with a smile and said "I don’t want to see you, I’ve seen you more than my family lately."
Meanwhile...
On the main road, Jackson and the others were waiting for someone to pick them up.
Jack glanced at Jackson’s worried face.
"Where did you meet that guy? He is a monster in human flesh." Jack said shaking his head in disbelief.
"That’s not important now Jack, I’m kind of worried about him. He was shot by Ryker at point blank range, and he is probably being interrogated by the police for his involvement."
"He took all the blame whilst ’we’ the main reason for the altercation ran with our tails in shame." He said in a low tone, with his hands clenched.
Jack looked at his brother and thought.
"He’s right, that man really sacrificed everything to save us. He also put himself at the front line.