Chapter 106

When the bus leaves the curb, Gideon crosses the street and heads straight towards Pike's Auto.

Gideon walks inside the empty, silent building to find everyone gone.

A bottle of Campari and two glasses are laying nearby as Gideon gently makes his way through the floor and circles a row of shelves to discover Pike sitting at a folding card table with his hands folded in front of him and smoking with his mouth open.

"Hello, Gideon," Pike said.

Hello, Pike," Gideon said.

They exchanged no words for a minute. Pike turns the cups over and pours two beverages.

Gideon asked, taking a drink from the glass and slamming it back with one go. "Have you seen my vehicle?" he asked.

Pike responded, "I have, but it's not here."

"What's there? Gideon tapped his finger on the table and continued, "I've always taken good care of that car; it belonged to my wife.

I'm sure you'll find another method to get them if I decline to inform you. They may be found on the main street. They are most likely staying close to the modest INN where Luna resides. She is aware that you most likely are en route.

Gideon murmured, "Thank you," before turning to walk away and stopping. "Pike..."

Looking at Gideon's back, Pike asked, "Yes, Gideon?"

"They broke into my home, stole my personal property, and killed my dog. They were sent by Kayla to try and complete Ice Lord's 20-year-old endeavor. In a fit of wrath, Gideon clenched his fist and declared, "I'm going to fucking gut them.

"I'm aware, Gideon. I am aware, yet they are incredibly risky individuals. Taking a look at Gideon's back, Pike remarked, "And you claimed you left this life behind.

Gideon nods before leaving the room. "No, not these scumbag clowns. Pike relaxes and sighs as he pours himself another beverage.

The Luna's Second INN is an old, peaceful, and well-kept structure. The area is teeming with nocturnal foes who lurk in small communities like this to plot dreadful actions. A bus approaches the curb, stops for a brief while, and then drives away, leaving Gideon walking across the street with a blank expression.

His posture is calm, he walks at a steady pace, and his hands are at his sides. He approaches, and the two Thug Guards at the door look up as they assume their roles and stand.

Thug Guard One asked, "What are you-"

Never pausing, Gideon kicks in the door to the facility and enters, shooting anything that moves. He reaches into the man's jacket, takes the handgun out of the shoulder holster therein, and fires twice into the man's heart. Then, he turns and fires once into the other guard's face. He is the Marine's Angel and makes sure that every victim is rendered unconscious with two carefully placed shots. He never misses, never slows down, and he never stops.

The criminal's crew is in a panic, with the majority running away—including a few who are shot in the back—while those who decide to shoot back are quickly eliminated. Gideon empties his gun, kneels, picks up a dropped gun, levels, and fires while moving constantly. As he goes past a lift, he slaps a button to slowly lower his car to the floor behind him. Gideon is a powerhouse as he purges the structure. Unstoppable.

The last Iset criminal is shot in the rear and falls to his knees as a bullet slams into the back of his head. A handful of other Iset criminals escape the building after being shot.

One of the Iset crooks shouts into his phone while running with all of his might. "I have no idea who this man is, but he just entered and is killing us. Please assist us!

Gideon comes in the doorway behind him, takes aim, and then lowers the gun after changing his mind. Gideon unlocks the car door, places the gun on the passenger seat, then takes the wheel. He sighs and cracks a small smile as he acknowledges that a piece of himself has been given back. "Get you out of here, darling," I said. He starts the car, revs the engine, throws on the gas, and rams through the building's garage door. The car flips over and rights itself before launching out onto the street and gathering speed fiercely as three massively modified motorcycles appear and follow.

Gideon shifts, grabs the gun with his left hand, looks in the rearview mirror, cranks the wheel. Gideon shifts again, stomping the throttle pedal while the rear wheels smoke and struggle to maintain traction on the pavement. But as soon as they do, the automobile accelerates and plows into the motorcyclists. The riders of two of the motorcycles emerge with semi-automatic weapons as the gap between them narrows, but before any of them can fire. Gideon fires four shots, killing each of them with two bullets before continuing to fire until no more bullets remain, killing two motorcyclists and one passenger in the cramped seats, leaving one driver charging at him covered in the blood of his victim, his eyes wide with horror as the two other cars crash behind him.

As the two cars head in the opposite direction. While the other driver is yelling, Gideon maintains his composure. The car's gas tank ruptures at the last second, sending it toppling end over end and cartwheeling through a cloud of debris before landing upside down with fuel gurgling out of the tank to pool around the crushed rooftop. The driver manages to narrowly avoid hitting the car Gideon was in by suddenly violently twisting the steering wheel, but he or she loses control of the car and it crashes.

The rider is bleeding from his forehead and is hanging from the passenger seat thanks to his seatbelt. As the rider of the motorcycle wriggles in his seat and stoops to crawl across the street. However, someone stopped by to see this survivor. Alongside him, Gideon bends down.

In an effort to reassure the survivor, Gideon inquired, in a cheerful manner, "Where can I find Herschel?"

The terrified-looking passenger said, "I don't know."

To get a gun, Gideon reaches inside. Aiming towards the passenger's head, he flips the weapon in his grasp.

"Don't! Please! Herschel! his dad! He is the owner of a local INN with an underground party! The pyramid of anarchism! The pyramid of anarchism!

Gideon carefully lowers the rifle from the passenger's head. "Thanks, man,"

The driver sighs and then gets upset about having to reveal his supporters. "Fuck".

We hear the sound of police cars approaching as Gideon makes his way back to his car, and a police chopper flies by overhead. Gideon immediately removes the front and rear license plates, which are both fastened with quick release clasps, throws them in the back seat, and then takes the wheel without looking up. He turns the key, cranks the engine, and charges forward as two police cars turn the corner behind him and the chopper banks overhead with its eyes fixed on the automobile.

In spite of the fact that traffic is getting heavier every block as Gideon leads the police deeper into the city, he maintains his speed while driving recklessly along little service lanes and in the opposite direction of the flow of traffic while manoeuvring with adroitness. Gideon eventually causes enough chaos to trap the police on the ground while leaving the chopper in the air.

Gideon accelerates to the vehicle's top speed on a lengthy stretch of road, reaches down, opens a hidden compartment, and hits a button for his hyper-speed turbo jets, which causes the engine to scream. He then speeds away from the helicopter and hides in an abandoned warehouse.

He parks and crosses the street to the neighborhood diner as the police helicopter looks in vain above.