"What will you do now? You still have ti to escape, you know?" Bobby suggested.
"If I escaped, the suspicion on would increase even more. As I said, you don't have to worry about . I have everything under control. Rather, you should leave this place before soone sees you. I am not going to save you if you get involved in my matter."
Rudy, who was enjoying the show while licking on to the ice cream, finished eating and stood up. He stretched his hands in the air and muttered, "They should be here by now."
A few seconds later, the sirens started waiting at a distance as they got closer and louder. But there was one more sound that muffled everything; that was the sound of multiple choppers.
Bobby and Fred looked at the glass slabs and then looked at each other.
"Why would they arrive with choppers to arrest ?" Fred wondered. "It's not like I have planted explosives in this building. The only people in this building right now are the guards and staff— who are undercover agents by the Boss to keep their eyes on .
It doesn't make sense." Fred shook his head and uttered, "Even if they got the information from sowhere, why would they…. oh. I see… that's how it is…'
Rudy was live broadcasting what he was witnessing, and he had also hacked into any electronic telecasting device to live feed.
'Thanks to Lilim for coming up with the idea of this ability. Who would have thought I would use it this way,' Rudy uttered inwardly.
Bobby got up from the chair and slamd his hands on the desk.
"What do you an?! What is the aning of this, Freddy?!"
Fred slowly leaned back on his chair and calmly uttered, "We done fucked up. We are finished."
Bobby was already panicking, but after hearing what Fredy said, he started sweating.
"What… are you trying to say? You ratted out?"
"No… soone else did. Soone probably saw you entering the building. Now I can neither save you nor myself. If we are arrested, we will be prosecuted. So let's emphasize what the Boss said. Either kill yourself or prove yourself innocent.
I can no longer prove either of us innocent, so let's kill ourselves before we get arrested. But I suppose it's a sin to commit suicide, so let's kill each other."
Fred opened his drawer and placed a gun on the desk.
"Who will go first? I know you won't trust , so you shoot first. Make sure to shoot in the head, so I die in one shot. I would prefer it to be painless. And after that… it's up to you. You can kill yourself or get arrested. Whatever you do, you will be under the Boss' radar."
"No way! I am not letting you get out of this alone!" Bobby refuted furiously.
"Oh, so you want to shoot you instead?"
"No! No one is shooting anyone. I am getting out of here, and you are going to get arrested!"
"You know that's no longer possible. They will arrest us both."
Fred grabbed the gun and put it in his mouth.
"If only suicide wasn't a sin."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You are a fucking criminal who has done nothing but cris in your entire life. Do you seriously think you will go to heaven if it actually exists?!"
"I don't know, but my mother always used to tell that no matter how many sins you commit, as long as you don't regret your cris and don't get burdened by guilt, you are not a sinner. Why else do you think I beca a lawyer?"
Bobby shook his head and said, "Your father was a psychopath serial killer who killed holess people living in the street! And your mother was a nurse who killed children."
"Indeed. What a great achievent. I am trying to do both and surpass them. I target my enemies, I study them and kill the males. As for the females… you already know," he smirked.
"Once they give birth, I throw the mothers out and make them holess before killing them. And then I continue my mother's legacy. No one pays attention to holess people. Even if they go missing, no one ever notices. Of course, that's only for my free ti hobby. I do what the Boss orders to do."
Bobby and Fred had no idea that they were being broadcast live, and they had confessed their cris in front of the entire world.
"Ah, truly… this feeling is exhilarating. The last ti I felt like this was ten years ago. I was about to make my own city… but that storm destroyed everything. I would be ruling that town if the Boss hadn't asked to back off the project. I would have turned that shithole into a gorgeous tropolitan ga-tro city!
Do you know that town is at the center of this continent? There are so many wastelands there. The forests, mountains, rivers, and lakes. I would remove all that and create a city of everyone's dreams!
Oh well, my dream will remain a dream. I will die before that." Fred moved his finger to the trigger and pressed it.
However, nothing happened.
"Hmm?" Fred checked the bullets in the gun and pressed the trigger again.
"Why is it not working?!"
"When was the last ti you used it? Maybe it's jamd?" Bobby wondered.
Fred pointed the gun at Bobby and pressed the trigger, but still, nothing happened.
"That's not how guns work, you dumbass," Fred comnted.
Of course, it was Rudy's doing. He wasn't going to let them die before making them suffer. He wanted to set them as an example to the criminals that soone was onto them.
The offered door dashed open, and the glass windows were broken as the army surrounded them from everywhere. They both were handcuffed and escorted out of the agency while the reporters and journalists tried to get more intel.
When Rudy noticed their arrest was also live telecasted, he stripped Bobby and Fred's clothes to humiliate them even more.
"Oh, that was fun. I ca here to pass so free ti, but who would have thought it would turn into an amazing discovery."
Rudy sharpened his gaze as he solemnly uttered, "Knock Knock, bitches. I am the final boss of all villains. Don't let find you, or you will lose yourself."
After that, Rudy teleported to Reina's office to et Reina, as she was the only girl he hadn't t after he finished the ti travel event.
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