Capítulo 17: Which is which?
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Extractable Skills:
𝙑𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚
[ Brotherhood]
[Advanced Car Skills]
[Intermediate Physique]
[Intermediate Fighting skills]
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<[Brotherhood]: Once you consider someone a friend, your friendship is eternally acknowledged, and favorability will not decrease.>
Mike pondered Vince's ending when he betrayed Dom and at the end, Dom extended forgiveness to him.
The concept of a [Brotherhood] fascinated him—an enchanting ability that guaranteed eternal friendship and unwavering favorability.
It seemed like a magical skill that could bring immense benefits without diminishing over time.
Though this skill wouldn't level up or evolve, its potential assistance to Mike was undeniable.
Without hesitation, Mike chose the soul of a good brother, much to the bewilderment of Mia, who observed his peculiar behavior.
She couldn't fathom why Mike appeared so jubilant at Vince's departure.
Determined to understand his emotions, Mia decided to confront him.
As Mia regards Vince as her brother, she hoped Mike wouldn't take pleasure in his misfortune.
"Why are you so happy to see Vince go?" Mia inquired, her gaze fixed on Mike, seeking an explanation.
Caught off guard, Mike's mind raced, desperately trying to find the right words to clarify the situation.
He glanced at Mia and earnestly responded, "Truthfully, I wished Vince could aid Dom. Among us, Dom is the safest yet most perilous individual. With Vince's assistance, I believe Dom will face fewer hardships. Also, I don't want you to leave. By staying by my side, you'll be safer."
Mike paused momentarily, locking eyes with Mia.
Without giving her a chance to respond, he continued, "Tomorrow, I'll help you find an apartment. Let's proactively address the situation rather than being caught off guard by the police."
Grateful for Mike's concern, Mia had initially been preoccupied with thoughts of her brother.
However, Mike's question redirected her focus. She acknowledged that taking the initiative in dealing with the police was preferable to being caught unprepared.
"Then let's find a solution tomorrow. We can discuss what to disclose and what to keep hidden," Mia agreed, relieved that her earlier assumption of Mike's gloating had been misguided.
The following day, as the fitness group commenced their routine, Leonard found himself casting contemplative glances at Penny. Perceiving his curious expressions, Penny couldn't help but question him, wearing a puzzled expression, "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
Quick to respond, Leonard blurted out, "Oh, it's nothing! I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner together tonight!"
Penny, assuming it was a group dinner invitation, saw no reason to decline. "Sure, why not!" she cheerfully replied.
Moments later, Mike approached Leonard and advised, "Don't rush it! Take your time and get to know each other better before making plans."
Since Penny hadn't started dating anyone new, Leonard realized there was no need to rush and agreed to Mike's suggestion.
Mia whispered to Mike, "You're being a bit harsh on Penny."
Mike explained, "The cruelest thing is rushing into a relationship. Penny isn't my type, and it wouldn't be fair to either of us."
Mia couldn't help but be rendered speechless, acknowledging Mike's homosexuality and silently supporting his approach.
After the morning exercise, Mike accompanied Mia to the police station. Sure enough, the police in the United States are always easy to fool. As long as you say you don't know, there is nothing they can do.
"Alright, Miss Toretto, let's get this over with. We've got a stack of paperwork waiting for us," the detective said with a stern tone.
Mia maintained her composure. "Of course, Officer. I'm here to cooperate," Mia replied, her voice steady.
Glancing at his watch with a sense of urgency, the detective said, "Good, good. So, tell me, do you have any idea where your brother might be hiding?"
"Honestly, Officer, I haven't seen or heard from my brother in a while. We've been out of touch," Mia said, her frustration evident.
The detective, now fully focused, leaned forward in his chair. "Rolling his eyes, the detective replied, "Right. And I suppose you have no knowledge of his illegal activities either?"
"As I said, Officer, I can't speak to my brother's actions. We lead separate lives," Mia defended herself, meeting the detective's gaze without flinching.
Straightening up, the detective took on a more determined stance. "Look, Miss Toretto, we're not here to play games. Your brother is wanted by the FBI, and we need your full cooperation."
Maintaining her cool and unwavering, Mia replied, "Officer, I understand the gravity of the situation. But I genuinely have no information that can assist you."
The detective let out a frustrated sigh, realizing Mia's resolve. "Fine, fine. We'll note that down. Just make sure to notify us immediately if you hear anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem."
Mia's face filled with unwavering determination as she said, "I will, Officer. I want to see justice served as much as anyone. You have my word."
The detective nodded, acknowledging Mia's sincerity. "Very well, Miss Toretto. We'll continue our investigation, and should you remember anything or come across any information, do not hesitate to reach out. We're counting on your cooperation."
After hearing what Mia recounted, Mike couldn't help but marvel at the weakened power of the government in this world.
It seemed that even the FBI had been FBI resorted to seeking help from criminals based on the movies he watched.
With Mia's brother's issues resolved, the two decided to search for an apartment in the afternoon.
Coincidentally, a unit across the street from Mike's apartment became available.
It seemed like a stroke of luck, and Mike couldn't help but let a mischievous smile creep onto his face.
Perhaps his god-level lucky streak was in full swing, making even the seemingly impossible situations work in his favor.
Now, Mia and Mike found themselves living just doors apart. Every morning, Mike invited Mia to exercise and have breakfast together.
Unbeknownst to Mia, the two of them had unintentionally developed a routine akin to that of lovers, spending their days in each other's company.
Although Mia regarded Mike as a close friend, Mike saw her purely as a "friend."
The next day, as they continued their fitness routine, Mike received a call from John inquiring about Dom.
Mike briefly shared the details of Dom's situation with John, and they both expressed regret, realizing the value of having someone to chat with in their current circumstances.
Later that day, as Mike walked down the street, he spotted a familiar face—a strong, short bald man who bore a striking resemblance to Jason Statham.
No! In Fast and Furious, it should be called Deckard Shaw. How did this man come back to Los Angeles?
Mike approached him with curiosity and asked, "Hi! Are you Deckard?"
"Don't bother me, stay away from me, you've got the wrong person, my name is Parker," Parker said impatiently.
"Parker?" Mike felt a sense of familiarity with the name as if he had heard it somewhere before. He took another glance at the man, who resembled Jason Statham.
Suddenly, a voice from the system interjected, providing additional information about the character:
Parker (Parker): -5
Finally, it clicked for Mike. This man was none other than Parker, a principled criminal who doesn't rob the poor or harm the innocent.
Having been betrayed by his accomplices and left for dead, Parker survived and sought revenge against those who had wronged him.
Realizing that Parker's storyline had yet to unfold, Mike found the prospect of Parker and Deckard Shaw crossing paths quite intriguing.
Wanting to avoid any further confusion, Mike quickly apologized, admitting his mistake, "I'm sorry! I recognized the wrong person."
Parker, in turn, paid no attention to Mike's apology and swiftly departed from the scene.
Mia, who was standing nearby, observed Mike's interaction with curiosity. She couldn't help but wonder if Mike had a particular affinity for bald heads.
With Mike's strange behavior toward her brother and now this encounter with Parker, Mia couldn't help but feel a profound understanding.
Mike finally broke the silence and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is everything okay?"
Mia, aware of his desire to keep his homosexuality private, offered a perfunctory response to reassure Mike. "Yeah everything is fine, I just remembered something."
However, her continued strange looks made him uncomfortable.
As they continued their walk, a convertible car raced by, followed closely by several police vehicles. It was Parker, the same man Mike had encountered earlier.
Mike speculated that Parker had once again committed an act of robbing the rich to help the poor, but this time, he might be the one benefiting from Parker's actions.
In the afternoon, as they returned to the garage, Mike was taken aback to find Parker there once again.
Determined to make amends for the earlier misunderstanding, Mike approached Parker with a friendly demeanor.
"Hey there, Parker! Good to see you again," Mike greeted warmly. "And this is my friend, Mia."
Parker, initially cautious, observed them for a moment before relaxing his clenched fist upon hearing Mike's non-hostile introduction.
"I'm Parker," he replied, his tone slightly more open than before. "Nice to meet you, Mia."
It turned out that Parker had come to the garage to have his car repaired.
Considering Mike's garage as a reputable establishment in the area, Parker decided to seek their services.
As Mike examined Parker's car, they engaged in friendly conversation, realizing that they shared a certain kinship and understanding.
"So, what brings you to our garage, Parker?" Mike asked, inspecting the engine with a trained eye.
Parker leaned against the nearby workbench, crossing his arms. "Well, I've heard good things about your skills here. Figured it was time to give my baby some much-needed attention."
Mike grinned, appreciating the compliment. "Thanks, Parker. Rest assured, we'll take care of her. We treat every car that comes through these doors like our own."
Parker nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That's good to hear. It's rare to find people who genuinely care about their craft these days."
Mia, observing the exchange, chimed in. "We take pride in our work here, Parker. It's not just about fixing cars; it's about building relationships and earning trust."
Parker's eyes met Mia's, his gaze carrying a sense of recognition. "I can see that. Trust is hard to come by, especially in our line of work."
Mike finished inspecting the car and turned to Parker. "Alright, Parker, we've got a clear picture of what needs to be done. We'll take care of the repairs and have your car back in top shape in no time."
Parker extended a hand, a gesture of camaraderie. "I appreciate it, Mike. And thanks for giving me a chance earlier. It's not often people are willing to set their judgments aside."
Mike firmly shook Parker's hand. "No problem at all, Parker. We all deserve a second chance. Welcome to our garage."
The two engaged in friendly conversation, realizing that they shared a certain kinship and understanding.
Mike couldn't help but find the situation intriguing as if the lines between reality and fiction were becoming blurred.
The encounters with Parker and the fortunate turn of events added an element of excitement to Mike's life, akin to the magical storytelling of J.K. Rowling.
The afternoon passed by, and Mike and Parker's connection grew stronger. Little did they know that their meeting would have a significant impact on their lives and lead to unforeseen adventures in the days to come.
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