Back at the warehouse were the rest of the party, excluding Nathan. Charles was doing full-body exercises, Jack and Zack were watching yet another violent movie, Olivia was messing around in her bag, and Ada was writing in that book from before.

"Why did Nathan say that he wanted to do this alone?" Jack asked. "I would have liked to murder some of those buggers as well."

"I think he said that if we came, things would escalate, and the cops will be more inclined to call backup."

"He's a pretty smart guy, huh!?" Charles said as he was doing push-ups.

"Yeah, like when we got cornered by police while trying to retrieve the cargo," Zack added. "He attacked quick to make a plan so we don't get, ya know, shot by the cops while Jack murdered them. He'd make a pretty good leader."

A dark expression came over Ada's face as she was listening.

"W-well, there's no better leader than you, Ada!" Zack nervously added, his cheeks red like a peach while trying to avert his gaze from her, as he was enamored with her beauty. Like putting a mask on, the dark expression quickly turned to a genuine smile.

"Thank you, Zack."

* * *

As Nathan approached the police station, he stared at the palms of his right hand.

"This inventory ability I have...I should make use of it, especially in offense." He said as he materialized an AK-47.

There are likely fewer police officers currently at the department, so this won't be as hard.

Nathan thought as he stood beside the police station. He took a peek inside and saw officers conversing around the reception desk.

I've experienced many fights before, hopefully this won't be any different. Alright, Let's go.

With guns blazing, Nathan immediately rushed into the police department. Before they could react, Nathan had already hit most of the officers in the reception area, incapacitating them.

"GUN GUN GU--" An officer shouted as he tried to pull his gun on Nathan, but he was too slow, as he got shot three times in the legs. Not wasting any time, Nathan stored their firearms.

"So far, so go--" Before Nathan could finish, he felt sharp pains in his side.

"Ow!" He yelled. More officers entered and shot Nathan. However, his tactical gear had protected his body. He instantly materialized a grey side-by-side refrigerator in front of him as cover from the bullets.

"What the hell, a fridge!?" An officer said with confusion. "The hell did that come from!?"

"Of course, they'd come rushing in after hearing gunfire...and if I hadn't got this armor, I'd be dead by now..." He thought. Nathan waited for them to stop firing before peeping out and shooting at them.

He quickly incapacitated the remaining officers, but not before getting tagged a couple of times by them (not more than superficial damage due to the armor). He placed the fridge back in his inventory and reloaded his assault rifle. Groans of pain could be heard as the officers were bleeding from their injured limbs.

"Damn...getting shot freaking hurts. I gotta do this fast." He said before making his way through a door behind the reception desk. Before going through, he cautiously peaked through.

The door led to a passage further into the police station. Just as he peaked, the door came flying open, hitting Nathan in the face and causing him to fall over. Before he could gather his thoughts, Nathan found himself grabbed.

"Who the hell are you!" The officer who grabbed Nathan asked before slamming him onto the reception desk. He dragged Nathan's face across the counter, knocking off stationery, and the like. At the same time, support came through the door. They didn't shoot, however, as the cop was closely fighting with Nathan.

"Should we call reinforcements?" An officer said.

"No...it looks like it's just one man. It would be a waste to call reinforcements when S-Class criminals are running rampant now.

Enraged, Nathan tried grabbing the officer's face, but he gave Nathan a right cross to the face. In an attempt to further suppress Nathan, he grabbed him from behind and put him in an armlock, with Nathan facing the other officers. The supporting officers had ceased their aim as they thought it was over.

"Dammit, I don't know who you are, but you're in a lot of tro--" The officer grabbing Nathan said, but was interrupted as Nathan thrust his head backward, knocking him in the nose.

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"Ugh!" The officer grunted as he loosened his grip on Nathan. He capitalized by materializing a knife from his inventory, spun around, and jammed it right into the side of his neck. A repulsed expression immediately came over Nathan as he stabbed him.

This distraction caused him to be shot multiple times in the chest and right arm by the other officers. While trying with all his might to hold back his screams, Nathan placed the fridge from before back in front of him.

Shrieks could be heard from behind the fridge by the cops as Nathan finally expressed his pain, while tightly clutching his arm and chest.

Ah, dammit! Even though I'm alive, why does it hurt so much!!! Nathan frustratingly thought amid the officers still shooting at the fridge.

And my mind's all messed up. I never actually stabbed a person before. It feels different from shooting someone! Not to mention I killed yet another person!

The gurgling sounds of the officer that he stabbed as he was choking on his blood pierced deep within Nathan's soul, causing him to break out in sweat.

Snapping him out of his trauma, a bullet pierced through the fridge and went past his face. He grabbed the stabbed officer's body (the knife still stuck in his neck), and like a human shield, Nathan placed him in front of him and confronted them.

"Coward bastard!!" One of the officers shouted as they realized Nathan's plan. Nathan proceeded to fire at them. They couldn't do much besides shooting the officer he was using as his shield. Nathan quickly shot them all, incapacitating them. He threw the dead officer to the ground.

"Ugh." Nathan groaned as he held his head, his mask cracked from the fight.

This went way worse than I thought. I would have died several times over if I didn't have this.

Nathan checked his gear, which had visible damage on the vest, but not as much on the pants.

Let's hurry up and loot this station.

As Nathan was about to go around and store the officer's weapons, an officer that Nathan had shot before got back up, right behind Nathan. Groans of pain were being uttered by the officer as he was shot by Nathan

"What?" A look of surprise washed over Nathan's face as he heard his groans. As if everything happening in slow motion, Nathan turned around, and simultaneously, the officer carried his rifle upwards, to aim directly at Nathan's head, which had no protective gear.

Due to the proximity of the officer, Nathan knew covering himself with furniture would be futile, so the only thing he could do was put his hands in front of his face.

The officer unloaded his magazine, but much to his surprise, the bullets had not come in contact with Nathan.

"What the..." The officer said, visibly puzzled.

When he ran out of ammo, Nathan instantly materialized a pistol and killed him with a headshot.

Okay, this inventory skill is a lifesaver...but...that's another...kill...sigh.

Nathan thought as he was looking at the palm of his hands. Nathan looked around at the scene. The ground was littered with the bodies of over twenty injured officers, and two dead, all caused by Nathan.

If I was Jack or Charles, I could have been much more reckless. I'll have to work on my combat skills somehow. But I suppose that's all the officers here now, thank god.

Nathan quickly stored the weapons of the dead cops and quickly made his way to the storeroom. When he entered, he saw numerous types of equipment. Weapons, vests, armor plates, riot and ballistic shields, and protection helmets. Those were just some of the laundry list of items Nathan saw.

"Jackpot." He said before storing everything he saw. With no other reason to stay at the station, Nathan walked, more so limped out, and headed back to his car.

This will be a sample...for what's to come...

* * *

Back at the warehouse, Nathan returned. He removed his mask and hoodie and stored them. Taking off his mask revealed bruises on his head, likely from the tussle with the cop he stabbed.

"Oh, you're back. How many cops did you escape from?" Zack asked.

"None. I did what I wanted without issues," Nathan answered.

"Lucky you, huh."

"There's nothing 'lucky' about me, Zack." Nathan corrected him in a deeper tone and a dark expression before walking past him.

"M-my bad," Zack said as Nathan approached the doctor. She was sitting with the NPC.

"Hello, are you able to treat these wounds?" Nathan asked.

"Why, of course! That's why I'm here after all!" She responded.

She proceeded to place her hands a few inches away from Nathan. A transparent emerald green light shined from her hand onto Nathan.

As if being made new, all the aches and pains he had from being shot, along with the head injuries, were all lessening and lessening, until they were gone.

Wow, so this must be how Jack felt when the doctor healed him. Amazing.

"Thank you," Nathan said to the doctor, and she smiled.

"No problem, but you should keep your well-being in mind next time." She advised. Nathan didn't respond but returned her smile with his own and walked back to his group.

Keeping my well-being in mind, funny.

"So you got rid of a station. That's one less nuisance to worry about, mate," Jack said. "But I hope you won't be so selfish next time and let us come with you...so I can murder some of these buggers too."

"Well, I want to do some raids by myself, but you guys can cause chaos in your way, too," Nathan responded. "The developer did say that we should do that anyways...and it'll make things easier as the military and police will have to split up their forces more and more."

"Fair play, mate."

"Ooh, I wanna rush into the military!" Charles excitedly said. "That'll be a challenge!"

"I mean, don't the military have super soldiers...well, not all of them, probably, but we don't know which." Nathan speculated.

"That makes it even better, though!"

While everyone was listening to Nathan advising them on what to do, Ada began writing in her book again. Olivia noticed that, and an expression of fright came over her face.

"U...um, guys." Olivia softly interjected. "I...I think we s-should see what...our leader thinks." As if she was a star on a show, all eyes were turned to Ada. Ada glanced at Olivia, who looked nervous, and turned her gaze to the rest.

"Don't worry, guys. Everything's fine!" Ada politely and brightly said. "I don't see anything wrong with Nathan's suggestion."

"Nice!" Charles exclaimed.

"Well, that's good, love," Jack responded. Zack, on the other hand, was admiring her beauty, which Ada noticed.

With all the words of approval, Ada smiled and looked towards Nathan.

He smiled at her.

I'm starting to really hate this fake woman.