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In Gotham with Mob Boss System
🕑 Added 2020-09-15 15:06:02 +0000 UTCChapter 6
Title: Druggies ….
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One week passes after I went into the speed force. Since then, I usually enter the speed force only when I want to study, or else I just stay here.
Currently, I am in my apartment room. I have a computer in front of me and I am coding a website which will make me rich in the future. The program is a simple website where people can buy books from by ordering them online, currently, I have almost finished it. I have been programming it and have been working on it for about 90 hours by now. Honestly having ideas from my first world, also I am using the speed force at slight amounts. But I will need to hire some people to manage my program, I don't plan to do it by myself.
My apartment building has already been filled with people and they have already made a small down payment for the first month. They can't exactly try and be hard on their payments with my goons intimidating them. The goons are now called simply just the security and management of the building. No one really knows about me that much, also the people don't read the contracts about which name is written in it. So not many even know who owns this place, of course, they are mostly college students from the close-by Gotham University.
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Just like that, another week passes, and finally, I finished programming the website. I just had to go and work some things out with the government and get some patents. Thankfully due to Gotham being so corrupt and having so many collisions with the underground, they know how much weight my last name holds. The Viti name holds weight in Gotham only because of Carmine Falcone, but if I went to Chicago, then that would be the opposite. Since Chicago is the place the Viti family is concentrated on.
Anyway, after that whole ordeal, I released the website and bought some ad space on some other moderately famous websites. I also made some fliers and spread them around the college campus and even had one of the professors that teacher there to keep recommending my website as long as I pay him. So I also used the ground floor of my apartment building as storage space for different types of books and such. I had to pay some extra tax on that but fu*k it. I don't wanna have to go to prison for 'tax evasion' that is after all how most of the biggest criminals got caught.
Currently I am walking around the city, wearing casual clothes. I left my goons to manage stuff back at the apartment and protect the stock.
As I am walking, I am going towards old Gotham, more specifically towards Crime Alley and the slums.
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As I arrive there I see many prostitutes, pimps, drug deals all around me. I just casually walk past them. There is no need to associate myself with scum like them.
But since this is Gotham, nothing stays too quiet as I see five thugs surround me. "Well hello there young man, could you spare some cash for some of the lower parts of Gotham. We ain't got any money on us. I promise that if you invest in us it will be worth it."
I just look at them, my hands in my pocket and wearing my hoodie with my hood up, it obscures people's view of my face. I don't say anything as he says that.
Fwosh!
But before any of them can react, I kick them all in the genitals. I didn't use the Speed Force, just my natural speed. Which is shown as Error/Error in the System due to the Speed Force, but it is around 10, so that means around peak human or a little enhanced human. But in the end as they fall down on the ground, I pull my leg up and…
Baam!
Stomp on one of thor's heads, breaking their face on the hard uneven pavement. One doesn't need martial arts when fighting someone else, just kick them in the balls and they will go down like a sack of potatoes. I kick the others too and knock them out, they should be glad that I didn't kill them.
With my hands in my pockets I keep walking away. Tch… this city sure sucks.
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It doesn't take long for me to arrive at a place which looks like a shabby small apartment building. It is only two floors, or more correctly, the ground floor and another floor above it. It also has around seven small rooms. But this apparent building also has its own front yard surrounded with junk.
I go towards one of the doors on the ground floor, specifically I arrive at door number 4 and knock.
Knock! Knock!
"C -coming, wait a second." Comes a dry male voice from inside.
Creak!
Then the door is opened and a skinny guy, with dark circles under his eyes, wearing a white tank-top with stains on it and some grey shorts. I also notice some needle piercings marks on his arm and as soon as he opened the door a smell of weed assaulted my nose. Yep, he is definitely a druggie scumbag.
But even while I think stuff like that, I have a serious look on my face as I ask. "You mister Izu."
He nods at this. "Y -Ya… who asking?"
He has a sleepy look on his eyes as he says that.
"My name is James, we talked on the phone yesterday." I tell him trying to jog his doped up brain to moderately start functioning again.
His eyes widen in recognition a little. "O -Oh.. yeah… you are the guy who wanted to buy this shitty place right?"
I nod at that. "Can I come inside?"
He immediately invites me inside. "Of course man, come on in. We can sign that contract and all that and you give me 40k…"
"Yep." I acknowledge as we walk on the inside, and step over the trash. He immediately closes the door behind him and as soon as he does so, I walk towards the kitchen and see a flat space that doesn't have any trash on it. I then pull out some papers from under my hoodie and say. "Well, sign these and I will give you the down payment."
He immediately signs multiple times and in the end he looks at me and says. "Ok, now you can pay me."
I nod my head. "Yep."
I take a stack of money from my pocket and throw it towards him. "That is 1000 dollars, we will need to get this contract notarized to make it official. So go and wear some nice clothes, we get this over and you get the rest of your money."
He nods and goes towards what I assume to be his bedroom to put some clothes on.
I was a little surprised at this. I thought that he might be angry because I told him nothing about this part of the deal.
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Two hours later and we went to downtown Gotham and got this contract notarized, we wrote it off as he was giving it to me as collateral for a 'situation' that never really existed. That way he doesn't have to pay tax for nothing, and I don't have to leave an unnecessary paper trail for my money that might be asked to where it came from.
In the end we got back to his… well now my apartment building and he got his stuff which was really just two trash bags of clothes. He asks me when he will get the rest of his money.
"Don't worry, come with me, I will give you the money," I say to him as he nods at this and we start walking away.
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No one bothers us as we go towards one of the alleys and tell him to wait here for a man with a suitcase to come here and give him the money. He will come in two hours… and then I start walking away.
Well, soon my goon will come and give him the payment… which is a bullet to his head. Dumbass druggie, I won't leave any loose ends. I especially don't trust a druggie, so he has to go sadly, he was really cooperating with me too. He got into drugs after his family died in a plane crash and they left that apartment building. Well, that is a sad story, but I don't care about it. He has to go so I can move higher in Gotham's food-chain.
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AUTHOR NOTE:
The MC had his goon do the killing, just in case if in the future he is under some investigation and this case opens up again. The people will just discover that his goon did it.
