My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 75 - 42: Hero in the Darkness (Part 2)

Chapter 75: Chapter 42: Hero in the Darkness (Part 2)

"Alright, listen up, kid. If you kill her, the SWAT team that’s about to storm in will shoot you dead on the spot. Is that what you want?"

"Then what should I do?" The young man was terrified. He remembered how snipers in movies would take out the criminals.

"Drop the weapon, kid, you have your whole life ahead of you. There might be a girl out there who’ll like you. Why do something so dangerous? Let’s talk. Do you need two hundred bucks? Why?"

"I, I want it." The young man looked at me.

I smiled and exhaled smoke, "She’s trying to get closer to you. Chatting creates intimacy and builds trust."

"Son of a beach!" The young man looked angrily at Stella.

"Go to the hell, Kenny!" Stella glared at me with rage.

"Stella, please respond."

"Stella here, the suspect is highly agitated."

"Do you need a negotiation expert?" Geoffrey suggested.

The female cop considered.

"Hey rookie, let’s talk." I put down the cigarette and walked over.

The young man wasn’t scared. He felt like I was on his side.

"What do you want to say?" In the young man’s perception, I was a veteran, a tough guy, someone who knew both cops and criminals.

"You know, I really like Kim. On my turf, she’s the friendliest convenience store owner. I enjoy coming here, so if she dies, I’ll lose a store I like. Guess what I’d do then?"

The young man looked at me, not knowing what I meant!

"I would bash your skull, chop you into pieces, throw you into the sea to feed the fish, or grind you into mince and feed it to the alligators."

"Fack, what are you talking about?"

"Kid, my patience is running thin. I’m almost off duty. Don’t get me angry. I’m not a cop; I won’t have you jailed. I will kill you and everyone in your family!"

"Fack!" The young man stepped back. "Don’t come over."

GOD! Stella looked at me strangely.

"Listen, I’m the gang leader here. The cops won’t do anything to you, but I will. Once you’re in prison, I’ll have gang members there rape your ass every night until you turn into a compliant little girl. Is that what you want?"

"I!" The young man’s pupils contracted.

"I’m not a cop, you know that. So I won’t negotiate with you, and you can’t use Kim to threaten me. Even though I like her, you’re pissing me off. I can turn you into a sieve right now.

The cops will care about Kim’s safety, but I won’t. The cops will arrest you to face trial, but I won’t. The cops need your crime evidence, but I don’t. If I don’t like someone, I’ll just use a gun or have someone chop off his limbs.

Kid, you’ve got ten seconds to drop the weapon. I’m in a rush to get home and watch TV."

"You’re scaring me." The young man’s voice trembled.

"He’s a gangster." Stella confirmed, "And there are rumors he killed the Haitians."

"Not rumors. Kenny wiped out the Haitians. Everyone on the Upper East Side knows that." Kim corrected Stella.

"Executioner Kenny? Kenny Clark." The young man screamed in terror.

"That’s me." It’s a title I just earned.

"Did you really hack the Haitians into pieces?" The young man fearfully asked.

WHAT CAN I SAY? I didn’t do any of that.

"Did you really gouge out the Haitian boss’s eyes?" Kim asked, curious.

WHAT CAN I SAY? I still didn’t answer them.

"They say you eat the Haitians’ genitals." The young man squeezed his legs tight.

"WHAT?" I glared at the young man, this was slander.

"They say Executioner Kenny is a demon, extremely brutal, eats eyeballs, devours genitals, even hangs people to bleed them like cattle, then skins them alive. Some say you’re also known as the Flayer.

Kenny Clark, the butcher of Miami, the executioner, the skinner."

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Is that how they describe me? I was shocked. Now I understand how terrifying the media can be.

"Please don’t kill me." The young man begged in fear.

"Drop the weapon."

"Yes, sir!" The young man dropped the handgun to the ground.

Stella was at a loss for words.

A hostage situation was resolved by a criminal.

The female cop stood up, picked up the pistol, and kicked the revolver aside, "Kneel down, hands on your head, where I can see them."

"Okay." The young man knelt on the ground, cautiously watching me, "You won’t kill me, right?"

"Kid, Kenny’s a good guy." Kim chuckled and handed me a pack of gum, "Smoking is bad for your health!"

"Headquarters, headquarters, situation resolved, situation resolved."

"Stella, did you succeed?" Geoffrey’s voice came through the radio.

"No, I didn’t succeed."

"Did you call in the negotiation expert? I didn’t get a request."

"I have a negotiation expert here."

Geoffrey, in the Upper East Side precinct’s control center, breathed a sigh of relief, "She succeeded."

"Wow!" The control center staff stood up and started cheering.

"I always knew Stella was excellent."

"Yes, she’s the best girl."

"Not her. The negotiation expert succeeded." Geoffrey opened the communication line, "Do we have any on-leave negotiation experts present?"

"No, we don’t."

"Is it someone from the FBI?" Geoffrey frowned, knowing the FBI weren’t exactly friendly with them because they often took over cases.

"No."

"Could it be DEA, or someone from the Justice Department or IRS?"

"None of them." Stella denied all of Geoffrey’s guesses.

"Who is it?"

"Kenny Clark." Stella wasn’t feeling great, the police didn’t solve the crisis; a gangster did.

"Kenny Clark? The Executioner of the Upper East Side? The Haitian butcher?"

"Yes!"

"Mother Fucker." Geoffrey cursed.

"Fack!"

"MY god!"

"I can’t believe it." The entire command center was hit by an unbelievable tornado.

"He’s a criminal." Geoffrey couldn’t accept it.

"But now he’s a hero." Stella spoke the harsh truth.

"God must be crazy."

Many people agreed with that statement.

On-site officers took the young man away.

Kim remained behind the counter, "Thanks, Kenny."

"You’re welcome." I handed the basket of goods to Kim.

"Thanks, 24.7 US Dollar."

I walked out of the convenience store carrying the bag, and the female officer was standing on the street.

"Aren’t you going back to the precinct?"

"I’m off duty. I gave the car to a colleague. Can you give me a ride home?"

Stella let her braid loose, her hair cascading down.

[Should I wash my butt tonight? Is he really going to fuck my ass?]

Haha, this isn’t just giving her a ride home; it’s an invitation.

I saw the prompt above the female cop’s head.

"Of course, but my car’s parked at the club lot."

"I’ll wait here for you."

"OK!"

The female cop’s apartment is in Biscayne Bay, close to Miami Beach. Standing in front of the apartment’s glass window, you can see the beautiful sea view, and the surrounding islands are within reach.

This is also my dream home.

"Is the rent expensive?"

"Uh-huh. But the security is very good." The female cop intended to change clothes.

"Don’t change, keep the top on. I like the way you look now."

"It’ll wrinkle my clothes. I need to wear them to work tomorrow." Stella turned her head, avoiding me.

"I just like you in your uniform. Do you have a hat?"

"How could there be? This is casual wear. The hat comes with the formal uniform."

"Put on the hat." I pushed Stella into the bedroom.

Watching the female cop take off her pants, down to her underwear, unbuttoned the black uniform, revealing the bra inside, with a black ceremonial hat on her head, her black hair cascading down her back.

"Did you dye your hair black?"

"Yes, black hair is easier to get accepted by Central and South American gangs."

"An undercover mission?"

"That’s not something you should know." The female cop sat on the bed, "Are you just going to watch me like this?"

"Then what do you want?" I stood by the bed with a smile.

"FUCK ME!"