Far from the houses, it was possible to see a plot of land surrounded by walls, topped with electric fences.

The environment seemed to convey a clear message that it didn't want visitors, yet the iron gate was slightly ajar, revealing its interior.

On the ground, there were several men unconscious or unable to fight, dressed in common clothes, and those who were still awake groaned in pain with arrows in their arms and legs.

They had previously guarded a large, dark, and imposing warehouse, with only a few lights illuminating it. But again, a dent stood out in the iron gate, as if it had been hit by a high-speed vehicle, with space for only one person to squeeze through the small gap.

Inside the warehouse, one could see various trucks and wooden crates with exposed weapons and ammunition. It appeared to be a firearms trafficking point that was still in operation. However, what was once a quiet environment was now filled with the sound of blows and rapid gunshots echoing throughout the area.

A dozen bandits, all carrying assault rifles, were firing towards a green shadow moving quickly toward one of the trucks, using it as cover against the shots.

As soon as he saw where the hooded figure was hiding, a bald man who appeared to be the leader of the traffickers shouted, "DON'T SHOOT THE TRUCK, SURROUND IT."

Upon hearing the command, everyone rushed to encircle the vehicle, while still protected by the truck, Oliver sighed, still somewhat nervous but with a smile on his face.

"With so many weapons, all I can do is run." Oliver lifted his cape and noticed several holes that had pierced it, lightly tapping the cape as he thought, "I hope I can fix this later."

Soon, Oliver heard footsteps approaching, and he chose one side while pulling three arrows on the same string, positioning them properly as his green-eyed gleamed.

The bandits emerged and formed a formation, attempting to encircle the vigilante. With three arrows pointed, Oliver hit three traffickers in non-lethal areas, mainly in the thigh and shoulder, and they were soon pushed by the arrows' force, groaning in pain while others screamed.

Seeing an opportunity, Oliver widened his eyes and advanced on the three who were left on one side, zigzagging before they could form a circle, making it difficult for the bandits to aim.

However, some still fired, but thanks to his agility, Oliver could move faster than their shots, letting some of the traffickers hit their own allies.

This made Oliver's job easier, and after more shots and close-quarters confrontations, the traffickers were soon incapacitated with the blows and arrows.

Thanks to that, Oliver managed to tie them all up with the ropes available on the site, and after taking the traffickers' weapons, Oliver went to check the crates where he found various ammunition and, most importantly, pistols and submachine guns. However, he concluded, "They're nowhere near the big players here."

As he searched the entire warehouse, Oliver found a room that resembled an office in the warehouse. Upon reaching it, Oliver found some contacts who bought the weapons and some information about the criminals.

Looking around the room, he noticed an iron safe attached to the wall. After an intense search of the room, he furrowed his brow, thinking, "It doesn't have the combination..." It was clear that one of the traffickers knew the safe's combination. But as he lifted his head, Oliver heard the sound of car tires approaching the property at high speed. "Lucky as hell..."

Oliver stared at the safe, pondering how to proceed, letting out a long sigh, knowing that it would take too long to extract the information from the group's leader.

In the end, he looked at the wall again and muttered, "All right, let's do it the old-fashioned way."

Some time passed, and soon several police vehicles surrounded the property, drawn by the sounds of the gunshots that had occurred.

From there, armed police officers with tactical gear, heavy vests, shields, and caliber weapons emerged, all led by a single man whom Oliver had seen once before.

The operation was swift and precise as they entered the property through the slightly open door, only to be surprised by all the incapacitated traffickers on the ground.

The soldiers looked surprised, but soon a deep voice grabbed everyone's attention at the scene.

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"Continue the operation. Our goal is to apprehend all the criminals here." It was Sergeant Steel, the same man Oliver had seen on television. After hearing his voice, the soldiers began to move, and he thought, "All the criminals that are here."

Deep down, he knew who was responsible for all of this, while a team took away the incapacitated criminals. The rest, under Steel's command, approached the metal door.

From the metal door, they could still hear grunts and the sound of blows echoing throughout the area, along with the sound of something metallic hitting the ground.

Again, Steel signaled to open the metal door, and with the troops' effort, they managed to push it open. As the metallic banging sounds stopped, they all heard clearly, "GHHHH... DAMN IT!"

And soon the sounds of banging ceased, and Steel kicked the gate after breaking the bolt. In an instant, the interior was revealed, and Steel shouted, "EVERYONE! FREEZE!"

He issued the order of arrest, but as they arrived in the room, there were only the tied-up traffickers in the corner, and further from the door, there was an iron safe completely smashed with a broken lock. But there was no one else there.

The soldiers moved on to the criminals, while Steel continued to stare at the completely smashed safe, with some concrete marks around it, and he squinted, not knowing how this had happened.

"CONTINUE SEARCHING, THERE MUST BE SOMEONE HERE."

Hearing the order, the soldiers looked around with doubt, but they soon moved on to search the area.

However, a few streets away, on the roof of a house, Oliver watched with wide eyes, his backpack much heavier.

"Well, I don't think so."

His senses were clearly better. Even from that distance, he could see the soldiers' movements through the ventilation openings. With a slight smile on his face, he prepared to jump, but he suddenly groaned and raised his arm, seeing that a gunshot had grazed just below his rib.

It was still bearable pain, and Oliver confirmed that, for some reason, the bullet from the pistolero seemed to have inflicted even more damage than those from the rifles.

In the end, he took a deep breath and continued to jump across the roofs, following a path he was already familiar with.

"I have to get used to dealing with gunfire. He may not have a limit on bullets, but I imagine he can't fire 30 times per second."

Soon, he reached a dark neighborhood, but he saw a simple house with its entrance illuminated.

"At least I hope so. I'm not faster than bullets, just faster than them. I have to get used to this."

Near an alley, Oliver changed into his civilian clothes again and approached the house, bringing with him the money he had earned, and reached the same store where he had bought clothes for donation.

As he entered, Oliver saw two customers leaving the store, conversing. Once inside, he noticed that there were many more clothes compared to the previous visit.

His surprise was evident, and he once again covered his face with the hood of his coat. However, as he entered, the lady quickly recognized him with a surprised smile and said, "You-"

Oliver raised his eyebrows, and once again, this night would last a little longer. Oliver carried a large number of clothes for children and teenagers.

The lady's service was much more enthusiastic now that she didn't suspect his intentions, and Oliver noticed some renovations thanks to the money he had given that day.

However, Oliver realized that with all the money he had, buying everything wouldn't be enough. After asking about nearby stores, he left that shop while the lady waved goodbye with a smile.

For the rest of the night, Oliver spent more time buying clothes and making money envelopes to take to social assistance institutions, distributing all the money he had obtained from that small safe.

He once again passed by some orphanages, left clothes, and handed over the envelopes, just drawing attention and then quickly disappearing before they could see him.

The nights had become much longer for him, but thanks to the relics, they were not tiring. Once again, Oliver leaped across buildings while thinking, "They were simpler arms traffickers, but they still had some money." Oliver looked at his almost empty backpack and sighed, thinking, "If I fight wealthy people again, I'll need to be creative in distributing to the poor. Even buying a snack, I have to be careful not to get a nighttime stomach ache."

This time, Oliver had gone much farther, but distant sounds caught his attention, causing him to furrow his brow as he thought, "There's something here."

Identifying the direction from which the sound was coming, Oliver ran across the buildings, approaching a region he had visited before.

After leaping across a few buildings, he once again found Wander's house. He approached the edge of the building, crouching and peering through the window to see Wander.

His body was thinner, and he had a more tired look, but he was alive, and upon seeing this, Oliver breathed a little easier.

However, the feeling of relief didn't last long, and he stood up slowly as he heard the beating of wings approaching.

Turning around, he heard fluttering, and bats descended, stopping near them. He quickly transformed into the humans that Oliver already knew.

The same brown-haired guy, Dylan, and next to him, the girl with blue hair, Zoe.

Both of them stopped, looking nervous, as they stared at Oliver, who maintained a serious expression, putting his hands in his pockets as he said, "It's been two days. Wander should have explained to you. He replied to me, and I didn't attack him, but if you come after me, things might change a bit."

The two of them saw Oliver clench his fist forcefully in his pocket, which was a clear threat, and in the end, they furrowed their brows. But soon, Dylan spoke.

"We didn't come to fight you; we've come to make a proposal."

"A proposal?" Oliver raised an eyebrow, still confused, but he continued, "Are you sure you can talk to me like this without fighting? You might end up getting killed, right?"

"That's precisely what we've come to talk about."

Dylan responded, and Zoe continued to stare with a furrowed brow.

"Wander is in bad shape. He hasn't died yet, but his condition worsens every day, and we don't know how to reverse it."

"It's not a proposal; it's a fact."

"The proposal comes next. We can help you with what you want, but we want you to kill the vampire who turned us."