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While the police and Red Hood were plotting with their own agendas…

What exactly was the current target, the Shooting Club, doing?
“Whew, another solid haul today.”
“All thanks to your brilliant leadership, boss.”

“Great work, everyone!”
— Damn
— They’re raking it in
— Seriously though, everyone’s a crack shot lol
— Arms trafficking looks hard as hell but no one ever dies lol
Once again, they were focused on arms trafficking.

Their boss was Sansam (DingSam), and the sub-boss was Haneun-nim (Kamik).
The rest of the members were so good at and obsessed with shooting that they were nicknamed the “Gun Geniuses.”
Even if someone came after them, they didn’t worry.

And if they were ambushed? They’d just get revenge.
That was the kind of swagger with which they expanded their influence.
“Eunnim, how many C4s did we get this time?”

“One sec… one, two, three, four… eight.”
“So that brings us to around sixty total? Not bad.”
“Right? We’re getting more explosives than expected.”

Ultimately, the key to clearing arms trafficking cleanly was having great aim.
You’d request info from the arms dealer, and then—based on in-game time—a transport truck would arrive.
To succeed, you had to take out all the NPC mafias lying in wait outside the city who tried to hijack the truck.

The more damage the truck took from those NPCs, the less your reward.
So, the stronger and more coordinated the mafia team, the better their returns.
Naturally, the Shooting Club, hailed as the strongest in combat, had the best results.
“We’ve got plenty of S-tier and A-tier weapons stocked, so even if we screw up a few fights going forward, we’ll be fine.”

“Nice. We’ve got server maintenance tomorrow, so let’s really go wild the day after. We can’t let Red Hood hog all the spotlight forever.”
“Exactly. Why don’t we just capture Red Hood ourselves? Then even the cops wouldn’t dare mess with us.”
“I like the sound of that. But those guys are slippery. Still, let’s give it a shot. If we can pull it off—best case scenario, right?”

“For now, how about a group dinner, boss? I’m starving.”
“Hell yeah! Call everyone in!”
And so, as the members of the Shooting Club were wrapping up their business and returning to the hideout to celebrate their successful run…

Suddenly, commotion broke out at the entrance.
News reached the boss immediately.
“Boss! We caught Darai loitering around the entrance!”
— What??
— Wait, WHAT
— Why the hell is Darai here??

Hearing that, DingSam and Kamik exchanged glances and whispered.
‘Why would Darai show up here on her own?’
‘No clue. You think she’s here to make a deal for explosives or something?’

‘Is it because of that SNS post from the reporter? If so, that’d make sense.’
The moment they heard that Thunder Special City’s superstar—the one who even humiliated the commissioner—had appeared, their WWE senses started tingling.
They didn’t know her exact intentions, but if it had anything to do with weapons or explosives…

Whether the deal went through, or they handed her over to the cops, the outcome was guaranteed to be content gold.
A short while later, Darai was brought in by the grunts.
Even though the situation looked tense, she didn’t seem nervous at all.

DingSam asked,
“So, what brings the great Darai—slayer of police commissioners—to our humble hideout?”
“I’m here to make a deal.”

“A deal? Pfft—haha!”
DingSam pulled a pistol from his waistband and pointed it directly at Darai’s forehead.
“Funny joke. We could hand you over to the cops right now and no one would blame us. That’s thirty million won. Can’t just walk away from that kind of money, right?”

“…”
“And if we do, the cops will owe us. Would be a big help with expanding our operation. Business always goes smoother when you’ve got the law behind you, y’know.”
Darai smirked.

Her voice trembled just slightly, but she was completely immersed in the role.
“I’ll pay you more than that. Including the cost to buy all the explosives you’ve got.”
KHA-HAHAHA!

DingSam burst into laughter.
“More than that? What, like four thousand? That’s still not enough. Just the favor we’d be doing for the cops is worth at least three mil. And the bombs? You think we’re giving those away for free? At least three mil on top of that! Do you know how much hell we went through to collect them?”
“Hm.”

“What, surprised I’m not some clueless chump? You think I got here just from shooting? I know how to handle money too—”
“Nine thousand.”
“…What?”

Everyone froze.
Even DingSam, the boss himself, even Kamik, the sub-boss—and even the chat—were stunned.
— Nine thousand???
— Is that even real lol
— This has to be total BS
— How’d she get 9K lol
— I checked her inventory, it’s not there
— Get this liar outta here
— Ban her already

Let’s be real—who was making the most money on the server right now?
The Shooting Club.
With their Eastside business alliances and steady income from arms sales, they’d managed to bring in a decent profit.

Even then, after the whole team working full force, they’d only just managed to hit around 30 million in pure profit.
But she’s offering 90 million?
That’s insane.

“Say something that makes sense. Where’s your proof you’ve got that kind of cash? If this bluff’s obvious, you’re gonna lose your head.”
“What if I really do have the money?”
Darai held something up.

A Mimax Lottery Ticket.
First prize: 100 million won.
If she really hit the jackpot, then yeah, 90 million wasn’t impossible.

But unless she pulled the item into her inventory and revealed the winning numbers, no one could know for sure.
DingSam asked carefully,
“Let me see the ticket. I’ll check.”

“Can’t do that. If I hand it over and you just grab it, I lose my bail fund. Even if I get caught, I was planning to hand myself over to the commissioner and talk my way out. If you swipe it, I’m screwed.”
“What, you saying you don’t trust Sansam?”
Immediately, the surrounding gang members raised their guns at Darai.

The implication was clear: how dare you imply our boss is some untrustworthy petty thief?
A tense silence fell.
Then, Darai broke it with a smirk.

“Is this how the Shooting Club treats its business partners?”
“Business partner? You think we trust you enough to call you that?”
“At the very least, a boss should be able to keep their crew in check when speaking to another boss. Isn’t this more a failure of leadership, Sansam? That’s how I see it, anyway.”

“……”
— Damn
— Wow, but Darai’s talking really well today
— Compared to a few days ago, she really feels like a boss now lol
— Growth-type boss, holy crap
DingSam glanced around with a sour expression, and sub-boss Kamik quickly waved off the gang members and told them to back down.

Seeing that, Darai said,
“Now we can finally start the real negotiation.”
“Hey, you seem to be under some kind of illusion… We only negotiate after you prove you’re worth trusting. Fine, I’ll bite. Show me you really can pay 90 million won.”

“Then show me the goods. I’ll buy every last explosive you have.”
“Nope, not happening today. You need to cash that lottery ticket first, don’t you? Let’s reschedule.”
“I can’t do another day. I’m a busy woman.”

“Heh, listen to this one. You think you’re the only one with places to be? You think I’ve got time to waste shooting at clouds?”
“That’s why I’m saying—I’ll cash it out right here and make the deal right now. I’ll prove this ticket is a real first-prize winner.”
Time seemed to slow.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the moment Darai would tear the lottery ticket and drop a pile of cash on the floor.
*
About ten minutes earlier—

Just as Darai was getting caught outside the front entrance of the hideout…
At the Shooting Club’s weapons storage facility—
Just as planned, the two girls flew over the wall on their bike and landed smoothly in the shaded area behind the warehouse, slipping in without a hitch.

“Whoa, look at all the bombs! There’s so many!”
“Shhh, keep your voice down, Tia. If we cause a stir, we’re the ones who’ll get caught first.”
“But... bombs!”

— LOLLLLL
— Her bomb-obsessed RP is seriously top-tier
— I’ve seen tons of RP streamers but Magia is just on another level
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:: Seriously, she never breaks character, it’s insane lol ::
— Fr fr
— lmaooo

Magia immediately called the police.
Calls to the in-game police system didn’t display numbers for either party, so anonymity was guaranteed.
And of all people, the one to pick up was one half of the infamous failure duo — Luna (a.k.a. Wolwol).

[Hello, this is the Police, here to serve the citizens. How can we help you?]
Given how she always messed things up out in the field, it seemed they'd moved her into a desk job now that the force had grown.
Which, honestly, worked out perfectly for Magia.

If she'd reported illegal explosives to anyone else, they’d just dismiss it as a prank call.
But Luna? Luna would definitely freak out and start blabbing about it to everyone.
Now, if Darai weren’t already this famous, Luna’s panic wouldn’t have gone anywhere.

But Darai was the number-one wanted criminal.
The moment a few people started talking, it’d reach the Commissioner in no time.
Magia raised her pitch and modulated her voice like it was running through a cheap voice changer.

“Hello! I’d like to report something! I found a huge stash of explosives!”
[Wait, what?! Explosives?! Where are you?!]
“This is the Shooting Club’s hideout! There’s so many bombs! Maybe they’re planning to trade them with Darai?! They look illegally imported—you need to investigate this!”

[U-Uh—hold on!]
There was a pause as Luna frantically ran around trying to find her superiors, yelling through the receiver.
Eventually, a lieutenant nearby picked up and asked Magia directly.

[Apologies, but most of the police force is already deployed right now. I’ll need to relay this to the team in that area. Are you sure this is the Shooting Club’s hideout? If you have photos, could you send them?]
Magia immediately switched to video call mode and showed them the massive stack of bombs right in front of her.
[Gasp… It’s real. That’s gotta be like fifty of them…]

The lieutenant started yelling at someone, and within moments, a police radio picked up emergency chatter between the East Division Chief and the lieutenant.
Bzzzzt— Chief, you’re near the Shooting Club’s hideout right? We just got a tip—
Bzzzzt— Nothing to panic over. We already knew about the explosives.

Just handle it lightly and move on.
It’s not urgent.
Bzzzzt— Ah, roger that!

Magia tilted her head, confused.
Most of the police were supposedly deployed…
But the East Division Chief was already near the Shooting Club’s hideout?

And even after hearing about a possible deal with Darai, they stayed calm?
Why?
She didn’t need long to figure it out.

That SNS post.
The one Fire Fox Reporter had uploaded—
It had been planted by the police.

To bait Red Hood into targeting the Shooting Club’s explosives.
They knew this would happen—so of course they were calm.
“So they were planning to ambush us the moment we started fighting, huh?”

Magia smirked and said to the still-connected lieutenant:
“Oh nooo~! I’m actually Red Hood!”
[…Excuse me?]

“I’m one of Darai-nim’s subordinates! And I’m about to take these explosives and blow up the police station!”
[W-WHAT?!]
“If you don’t break into this hideout and catch us right now, you’re gonna watch the station go boom! Bye now!”

[Wait, hold on—]
A little fear goes a long way when information is lacking.
Even if they didn’t recognize Magia’s intentionally high-pitched, altered voice — everyone in the force already knew that Darai wasn’t acting alone anymore.

If the lieutenant did anything to try and stop the attack…
The police already surrounding the area would definitely spring into action.
Magia giggled as she began stuffing the explosives into her bag.

“Unnie, hurry up and grab the bombs!”
“Already on it!”
By the time the two had filled their bags and bike storage compartments—

On the opposite side of the warehouse, where the front gate was—
Things started getting loud.
“ARMED POLICE, MOVE IN!!”

“EVERYONE TO YOUR POSITIONS!!”
Gang members scrambled around, fortifying the entrance.
Pino jumped onto the driver’s seat and revved the engine.

The moment Magia climbed on behind her—
BANG!
A thunderous crash erupted as a heavily armored police van smashed through the front gate.

The gangsters took cover and aimed their weapons at the entrance.
The East Division Chief jumped out and shouted through a loudspeaker:
“DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND SURRENDER! We have evidence you’re aiding wanted criminal Darai in an attempt to blow up a police station! If you comply, you’ll be charged only with conspiracy —  If you resist, you’ll be charged with obstruction of justice as well!!”

The gangsters couldn’t act rashly.
They needed orders from the boss.
But he was still inside, negotiating with Darai.

“I’LL COUNT TO TEN!”
The Chief shouted, but no one could move recklessly.
“NINE!”

Still, the gang members clearly intended to fight.
They were all good shots and decently armed.
“EIGHT!”

If the boss showed up, maybe they could de-escalate without a fight…
“SEVEN!”
Meanwhile, Magia peeked toward the front gate from the warehouse, pulled out her pistol, and aimed at the sky.

“Bang~.”
BANG—!!
A single shot echoed through the tense standoff.

With everyone already on edge, that gunshot became the trigger.
Sure enough—
The cops, more nervous than the gang, panicked first.

“FIRE! OPEN FIRE!”
Tatatatatatatat!
“Shit, the cops are firing! RETURN FIRE!!”

“AAAHHH!!”
TATATATATATATA—!!
In an instant, the Shooting Club’s hideout exploded into ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) chaos and gunfire.

Through three heavy doors, the sound of gunfire reached the room where Darai and DingSam were mid-negotiation.
DingSam ground his teeth.
“You little bastard… You planned this from the start, didn’t you…?”

“Maybe the real mistake was you trusting me after all I’ve shown you?”
Darai had said she’d pull out the cash — but instead, she summoned a sticky explosive from her inventory.
It flew straight onto DingSam’s chest and stuck, leaving him frozen in place.

Darai, holding the detonator in her hand, said calmly:
“If you let me walk out of here, I’ll leave the trigger behind.”
“And you think I’d believe that?”

“But can you really afford to fight me right now? If your crew gets wiped out at the front gate, then what?”
“Ghh…”
Kamik shouted,

“Boss! We need to move! If we stall any longer, the crew’s gonna be wiped out!”
Both the boss and sub-boss were the strongest fighters in the Shooting Club.
But if the police commissioner was out there, even they might not be able to hold the line.

Clicking his tongue, DingSam growled low.
“You… I’m letting you go today. But next time—I’m shooting you in the head the moment I see you. Count on it.”
Darai flinched slightly, but replied with a straight face.

Gone was the fake politeness. This time, she didn’t bother with honorifics.
“Then get going. Your boys are waiting.”