After having a difficult day after the fight with the jewel thieves, Oliver's week began and passed quickly.

The last few days had been turbulent, but little by little he got used to that routine and walked down the street at night while using his cell phone.

‘It’s been a few days since I passed out those thugs in the parking lot.’

He stopped walking and noticed that he was in front of the store that was being harassed by bandits, noticing that the movement seemed to be greater with the same attendant, but this time they were ordinary buyers.

Oliver raised his head and thought.

‘With the money I got from them, I haven’t had to fight bandits since then.’ Oliver turned his face back to see the backpack inside his hoodie. ‘Feeding the homeless seems to satisfy the relic, but if I use the money I took from the bandits for myself, it can punish me somehow.’

His eyebrows lowered in a grumpy expression as he walked back towards his house.

With good deeds he felt more energetic, the day after purchasing the notebook was one of the worst of his life, but still with the help of a better one he managed to improve his research while feeling like he was getting somewhere.

That had become his routine, spending a few hours of sleep drinking coffee and looking for more relics around the world.

After almost a week without fighting bandits, he felt like he was in a simpler routine, passing through an alley as he continued walking.

‘Maybe I should cover a larger area, I took a little more than 10 thousand dollars, but eventually this will end and food alone won’t solve it.’ Oliver raised his head distractedly as he continued to ramble. ‘I don’t have numbers on how this works to make it more effective, but still…’

Oliver entered a street close to his house and saw a car with tinted windows enter the street he was on.

He was distracted with his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and looked at the front of the car, noticing something that made him question.

‘There’s no sign?’

Soon the window of the vehicle lowered and Oliver raised his eyebrows, until a pistol appeared pointed at him which made him open his eyes wide, stopping in his tracks as he thought.

'Shit-'

The shot was fired and stopped on the wall next to Oliver, making him step back in surprise and quickly turn around, starting to escape as quickly as possible, returning to the previous street and continuing to run.

'I couldn't see the faces, shit-' More shots continued to pass close by, destroying some bricks from the walls that shattered, making him think. ‘Is it the thieves?’

He heard the sound of the car that seemed to be accelerating and hurried towards an alley he had found on the way, smelling a strong smell coming from the place, appearing to be a trash alley that had a path to the left.

Quickly the car turned the corner and saw Oliver enter the alley, pulling the zipper of his sweatshirt down so he could let his backpack appear, taking off his bow and cape as he saw the car brake sharply in front of the alley.

With quick movements, Oliver threw his hoodie away and put on his cape, wielding his bow and picking up his quiver, until he heard the sound of the car door opening.

Oliver looked back, still panting, as he saw a man in a vest get out of the car through the passenger door, holding a submachine gun.

When he focused on his face, Oliver noticed that he seemed distracted as he walked, creating strangeness.

However, before he could question it, the man's gun was raised and pointed towards Oliver, who opened his eyes wide.

Another burst of shots rang out and Oliver ran quickly to the left.

When he entered, he realized that it was a dead end where the garbage dumpsters were, but the bullets kept coming and he was left to use the wall between the two paths, hiding while the shots continued.

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Oliver stood next to the wall, breathing heavily as he hid his body and placed an arrow on the string, listening to the high-speed shots that hit the wall and ripped out splinters of stone.

Finally, when the sound stopped, Oliver tried to see from the corner of his eye as he peered through the wall, however, as soon as he showed part of his face, he saw the same man, with the gun already reloaded and pointing in his direction.

In an instant more shots came and Oliver withdrew his face as quickly as he could, seeing the wall next to him being shot and little by little having the corners destroyed, making more pieces of stone fly towards him.

He felt something run down his cheek and ran his finger, noticing that a bullet had grazed him and hit the corner of his face with a slight scratch, making him grit his teeth and think.

'That was close.'

The shots continued until she paused again after a few seconds of shots.

Oliver looked ahead, still panting, wondering if that man was going to reload and fire again, until he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the entrance to the alley.

Soon he was ready with the arrow in his hands as he crouched back towards the end of the alley while thinking.

‘Unlike him, I only have one shot, I need to get it right...’

Looking up, he saw that there was a wall he could jump over, but at the risk of being shot, which made him grit his teeth and look forward angrily, already aiming the arrow.

Little by little the sounds of footsteps intensified and he heard more footsteps approaching, there were at least three that were heading towards the alley.

In an instant, the walk became a run and the frequency of the sound of footsteps increased, making Oliver frown and squint his eyes.

He quickly saw three men running into the alley, carrying knives and wearing vests.

Seeing that hitting him in the chest wouldn't work, Oliver aimed for the head of the closest one and fired, hitting him squarely and causing him to fall to the ground with the arrow going through his head.

Oliver saw the other two approaching and pulled out another arrow, however, they were quick and reached him before.

A larger man carrying a machete raised his hand, swinging his weapon at the boy's head, who threw himself to the side and dodged.

However, the other advanced before Oliver fired, striking with a horizontal cut, again forcing the archer to jump back.

Taking advantage of the little time he had gained, Oliver aimed again for a few moments and fired the arrow, which went straight to the man's neck.

However, before he hit, the man raised his shoulder and the arrow pierced, hitting the man's neck but still not killing him.

‘This guy doesn’t feel pain?’

Still surprised, Oliver saw the man raise his pierced arm again and looking back, he saw that he was close to the wall where the dumpster was with a small space between it and the wall.

With no options, Oliver clenched his teeth when he saw the one with the machete advance with a blow from top to bottom, which Oliver again jumped back to dodge.

The blow hit the ground and created a spark, however, right after the blow missed, the other bandit soon jumped over his ally's body, seeing Oliver surrounded and between the wall and the trash can.

He advanced, delivering another blow from top to bottom and it seemed to be a well-aimed attack.

But before he could strike, Oliver held the bow with both hands and used it to block the attack.

Even though it looked like it was made of wood, the bow held up and the man's feet touched the ground.

He continued to stare without reaction and Oliver showed an irritated expression, turning his body and kicking the bandit in the stomach, who tilted completely forward with the blow as he was thrown towards the other.

The man with the machete saw his ally being thrown towards him and they both hit each other, causing the man with the machete to fall with his ally already passed out on top of his body.

However, he had not been knocked out and was raising his face to try to get up.

But when he raised his head, he saw Oliver with a serious look and with the arrow already aimed.

With the arrow being released, it traveled quickly and hit the shooter between the eyes, who had his head pushed back, falling again and lying down lifeless.

Oliver was squinting his eyes irritably and still panting from all that fight.

He came out from between the bucket and the wall, preparing another arrow and shooting at the one who had been knocked out.

'These guys had some synchrony, but they didn't feel pain or express anything, they just moved forward as if they were being controlled...'

Still cautiously, he left the alley and saw the previously used submachine gun, unloaded and next to the black car that had followed him, its rear doors were open and the passenger's door was open as well.

However, what caught his attention was that of the driver who was also open, in the end he had only faced 3 opponents and searched the entire car, but found nothing but ammunition and firearms, making him grit his teeth as he thought.

‘The driver was controlling those guys and didn’t leave to stay out of danger, but that wasn’t the only reason.’ As the gunfire stopped, Oliver could clearly hear the sound of sirens approaching as he thought. ‘whoever was here wanted to see me fight.’

Soon he ran to the alley and grabbed his things, retreating across the rooftops as he thought.

‘In the end I didn’t find any relic bearers, but apparently one managed to find me.’

He quickly walked away, away from the alley in which he had been attacked.