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Chương 67: Vance - 7.3

One of the guys groaned, slowly rising to his feet. Two of the others started seizing, foam brewing in their mouths. I rushed over to flip them, but before I reached the second, I saw feet approaching me from my peripheral vision. I quickly turned the guy over before slowly rising to my own feet, faking exhaustion.

He popped his shoulder back into the socket with a stomach-churning sound. "They did warn us it was not 100% effective," he said as he looked at the spasming men.

"Who warned you?" I asked.

He pointed the tip of a knife at me, his shaded visor staring down the gleam of the blade. We circled each other like two knights feeling for their measure.

"Really, White Collar?" he sneered.

I needed to make this look like a fight and a struggle, not a heroic intervention. He lunged at me, the knife slashing through the air. I sidestepped, grabbing his wrist and twisting it, but he was quick, reversing the grip and slashing at my midsection. I jumped back, narrowly avoiding the blade, and countered with a punch to his jaw. He staggered but recovered, his movements fluid and practiced.

We continued to exchange blows, his knife constantly seeking an opening. He managed to slice the edge of my shirt, but I used the momentum to spin around and land a kick to his chest. He flew back, hitting the ground hard, but rolled back to his feet.

"Not bad, suit," he taunted.

"I get that a lot," I said, advancing on him.

He feinted left, then right, trying to throw me off balance. I kept my stance, blocking his attacks and countering with strikes to his arms and legs, aiming to disarm and disable him. He switched tactics, throwing a series of rapid jabs and kicks. I blocked and dodged. He was skilled, but I saw every movement with the strength and stamina to counter. He aimed a punch at my face, but I caught his fist, twisting his arm behind his back. I struck his gut, knocking all the air from his lungs. Before he could catch his breath, I tackled him. Then, I slammed him into the ground.

But another was up, charging at me with a wild look in his eyes. He swung a fire extinguisher, and I barely had time to duck. The red cylinder whooshed over my head, and I drove my shoulder into his midsection, tackling him to the ground. He grappled with me, trying to get a hold, but I rolled him over and pinned him, forcing the thing from his grip.

"Just stay down," I muttered.

He seemed to consider it, his eyes darting around the room. But then his gaze hardened, and he lunged at me with a knife. I deflected the blow, twisting his arm and disarming him. He tried to punch me, but I blocked and countered, landing a series of blows that left him dazed and disoriented. He stabbed again. I blocked with the extinguisher. White dust filled the lobby.

As it cleared, I saw a man in a purple stage magician's outfit with accents of neon green, a pair of bunnies floating over his shoulders. I recognized him from the hospital.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the audience! Allow me to introduce myself," he vibrantly said with a flourish. "I am Spectacle the Mentalist, master of illusions and defender of the helpless. And these," he gestured to the rabbits, "are my loyal companions, Hocus and Pocus."

The still conscious shooters groaned, trying to get up, but Spectacle's eyes glowed, and they began to twitch and convulse, their faces contorted with fear. The bunnies leapt from his shoulders, flying around the room gathering the guns and piling them at Spectacle's feet. He made the weapons disappear.

"You there, man in the suit pinning my volunteer. Please reclaim your seat in the stands."

I let go of the guy and backed away.

"Ope, before you go. Please, pick a card!"

Confused, I reached for the deck of playing cards that appeared in the air in front of me. I pulled one from near the bottom of the pack. Without even showing him, Spectacle knew what I pulled.

"The Ace of Hearts! Lovely. That means," The magician narrated as the cards disappeared from the air and my hand.

Spectacle extended his hands in a showman's manner, a large safe appearing beside the shooter on the floor. A comically-sized broom poofed into the lobby and the bunnies used it to sweep the criminal into the chamber before the door swung closed and spun locked.

"An escape act!" Spectacle energetically said.

"For my next trick, I will need a member of the audience. You there sir." He pointed a black and white wand at me.

I pointed at my chest with a befuddled expression.

"Yes, you with the suit and tie. Please come join me on stage!" He hurriedly gestured with his hand.

A wardrobe sprung into existence before us.

"Pick a costume, any costume!"

I parsed through the sets of clothes. They were all the outfits of the members of the Paradigm but of a quality more reminiscent of the Halloween get-up people would make themselves: Heliox, Detective Marvel, Colonel Crimson, Sterling Sword, The Fugleman, Hadal King and Apogee.

I would feel ridiculous in one of the women's clothes, so I selected Heliox's and pulled it over my clothes. The suit inflated around me, the loose padded muscles now feel full and like they are my actual arms. The yellow cape shifted into a stream of golden light particles and the whole outfit became more alive, more realistic.

Spectacle looked me up and down, a playful grin on his face. "You know, you really do resemble Heliox. Like, seriously."

"You think so?" I replied, adjusting the cape.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our hero for the night, Heliox!" Spectacle announced, making a grand gesture. "And what do heroes do?"

"Uh... stop criminals?"

Handcuffs fell into my hands.

"You know what to do."

He poofed around me with an instant camera, taking pictures of me cuffing the masked men. The lights in the room turned red and he pulled out the films, turning them into photos and handing them to me. Then, he pulled me shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

"I can see the headlines tomorrow!" He outstretched his hands, spreading them in the air as if to highlight an invisible marquee board. "Heliox returns! Stops robbery in Bluff City!"

"Thanks," I replied, feigning catching my breath as I shook his hand. "Glad you showed up when you did."

At that moment, the police arrived, their sirens blaring as they stormed the building. Officers swarmed the lobby, securing the criminals and taking statements. One of the officers approached Spectacle and me, now back in my regular suit.

"We need your statements," the officer said, his tone professional but firm.

"Of course, Officer Dutiful," Spectacle replied with a theatrical bow. "Happy to assist."

I gave my account of the events, making sure to frame the events as pure self-defense, downplay my abilities, and focus on the real hero putting a finish to this ordeal. Spectacle added a bit of flair to his retelling, making the whole thing sound like a grand performance of his responsibility.

As the police led the criminals away, Spectacle turned to me with a wink. "Heliox. Maybe we'll meet again."

"Maybe," I replied, watching as he and his floating bunnies disappeared in a puff of smoke.


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