Chương 2: Of Robbery and Infamy
Okane swam for a few days straight, his new found strength was amazing and he found himself unable to tire. He neither found himself feeling peckish or even thirsty.
As soon as he found land, the first thing he did was try to find clothing, it took no real effort as he was once raised in the slums of society.
He knew how to kill, he knew how take what he needed by force. The only problem that had initially was that he was too weak in the first place, malnutrition, unfortunate genes and being only a boy.
Now? He was a massive 7'0 giant with a perfect body similar to that of a bronzed God. He had supernatural strength, stamina, even speed and senses.
Along with the inherent immortality he was weirdly provided.
How he knew about it was as simple as fighting against some deep sea monsters that he was sure did not exist back on his world.
He crouch behind bushes, he did not specifically know where he was but he remained and waited. After a few hours, he finally found an unlucky drunk office worker who went home at night. Seeing the man, he coined his as married but did not care much about it.
As the drunk went exactly where he crouched, he pounced, grabbed the drunk man by the mouth but the size of his hands made it so that almost all of the drunk man's face was covered.
His other hand grabbed the man in the stomach and pulled him to the bushes. Along with a quick snap, he broke the man's neck.
"About 6'6, baggy clothes? Hiding certain evidences of cheating, hmph"
He took the clothes and wore them, leaving the underwear intact for the simple reason of being uncomfortable with having a cheating man's underwear.
He left the corpse and stood up out of the bushes, his tall height giving him good vision, although most of it was thanks to his perfect body in the first place and supernatural senses.
He walked through the dark streets and habitually separated the bills from the corpse's wallet with one hand and threw the wallet in the trashcan.
'Dollars?'
He smiled and thanked it for sending him near his original country. He was already quite sure the world wasn't that different.
He found himself among civilization, his tall height attracted the attentions of several hookers as he walked through the city but he ignored them all. Why waste money on such stupid temporary things?
Even if it was permanent, he still wouldn't bite.
Was he a virgin? No, he wasn't. He had to sleep with old ladies back when he was a boy just for money. He wasn't a female so he didn't have much trouble, all he had to do was stick his meat rod into some old rotten money bags and earn money.
A bonus of a fairly decent sugar momma every now and then too.
Okane removed the unimportant thoughts out of his mind and laid a mind map, what he must do to earn money, what he can do and what he should not.
He could go and start stealing from banks, it was quick and considering him as he is now, it was not much effort or danger.
He could opt for the patient and business side but that would take a little grinding, one of which he has already done and is not willing to do so again unless needed.
And lastly, he could go for the shadier jobs, perhaps a hitman? Perhaps a professional terrorist or a mercenary for hire? Even a kingpin's henchmen was a good start.
After all, he could always brute force that latter.
He eventually went to first go and try robbing a bank, it wasn't going to be too hard. The world he was in was still quite similar to his old one and he quickly found a bank.
The name of the bank wasn't important.
He strode right in with no other items aside from a jetski mask he borrowed from some thug in the dark alleyway.
As soon as the employees saw him, their minds immediately knew what he was doing and they rang the alarm.
Okane cursed the robbers of the past for being too obvious about the ski mask.
RIIIIIIIIING!
The alarm bells screeched and the civilians immediately panicked, some went out quick enough while the others found safety in covers, some even went and was contemplating on just being hostages.
Okane wondered just how often do they get robbed? They looked to... familiar with it.
Regardless, he went over to the bunker and kicked it open, much to the onlookers and employees shock.
He didn't care, not like it was important to keep his strength a secret when he has a mask already.
He forcefully took a money bag and filled it to the brim with cash, then he filled about 10 more bags to the brim and tightly grasped them in his hands.
He then walked away out of the bank and flipped the cameras off.
WEEEWOOO!
'Police'
Okane grimaced and sighed, he hoped to not deal with the annoying selfish bastards that pretend to be justice but turns around when money was offered.
Money was powerful as expected obviously.
He ignored the words of eternal repetition.
"If you don't drop those bags and kneel with your hands behind your head we will shoot!"
He walked towards the single police.
BANG!
He felt a bullet right in the middle of his forehead.
As expected, there was no pain, no was there blood.
The tendrils pushed the metal bullet out of his forehead and regenerated as if it was nothing.
"W-Wha-"
The police did not finish his words as Okane dashed with speeds obviously superhuman, grabbed his tiny head, smashed it into the wall of the bank.
It left a hideous crack in the walls and the police was fodderized.
He opened the back seat and placed the bags inside and some on the seat next to the driver's before he went in himself and drove off like nobody's business.
Of course, he didn't ride it all the way and just went far enough before stopping and taking the 11 bags out and proceeding to hurl the car off to the air.
"What a successful robbery"
He found an abandoned shelter and decided to buy a base of operations after setting his identity.
He forgot to mention, but the reason he chose to rob first is because he didn't have an identity yet in the first place.
Better not waste free advantages while it lasted.
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