The Power Most Essential to an Investigation
I let out a deep sigh the moment we arrived at the street controlled by the Kabla gang, accompanied by Brother Rose, who had stubbornly insisted on following me.
A filthy street. Vomit and soiled undergarments littered the ground, and in the back alleys…
“Haaang!”
Whether they felt no shame or simply didn’t care who saw, a couple was engaged in passionate sex in a spot barely hidden from view.
“Are they part of the Kabla gang?” I asked calmly as I watched them. What interested me wasn’t the woman’s bouncing breasts or the man’s naked body, but whether these two belonged to the gang.
“Yes… I believe so. I remember seeing both of them when I came here before,” Brother Rose replied, his face flushing at the vulgar sight.
I approached the pair of beasts.
“Excuse me. I need to ask for directions.”
The scrawny man, who had been thrusting like a dog in heat, snapped in irritation.
“Who the hell is this crazy bastard? Do you not know who we are? We’re with the Kabla—”
Crack!
My fist slammed straight into his face. The man flew backward, his manhood bending at a grotesque angle.
“Aaaaargh!”
Ignoring the man writhing in agony, I turned to the woman.
“You’ll have to tell me. I need directions.”
“Kyaa—”
Thud.
I drove my fist into her smooth abdomen before she could scream. She collapsed instantly, foam bubbling from her mouth.
“…She fainted. Well, I suppose it can’t be helped.”
To faint from just that. Women really were fragile; it made controlling my strength difficult. With that thought in mind, I grabbed the still-whimpering man by the head and lifted him up.
“Now then. Where is your boss?”
“Who… who the hell are you?” the man snarled, eyes burning with rage. I gave his skull a brief massage.
Crack.
“Aaaaaagh! I’ll guide you! I’ll guide you, so please!”
The man surrendered immediately. I released him, and he staggered forward, his grotesquely twisted genitals dangling as he walked without even bothering to dress.
“What about that woman…”
“If she dies, it is also the Goddess’s will.”
I reassured Brother Rose, who was worrying about the woman lying unconscious and completely naked in the filthy alley. Together with the now deathly pale brother, we arrived in front of a massive building.
“Th-this is the place.”
“Good work.”
Thud.
I rewarded the trembling heretic with a punch to the gut, then lightly stretched my limbs. The real work began now.
The most essential thing in an investigation was, in my opinion, power—power strong enough to never be discouraged by anything.
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Thump. Thump.
The large, brown-skinned man thrust into her from behind with savage force, breathing heavily. He gripped her breasts hard and asked,
“They seem even bigger since you got married. Did that soft-hearted fool get rough with you at night?”
“Aing, it’s not like that.”
Watching the brown-haired woman act cute, the man flashed a wide, toothy grin. Her buttocks, grown fuller from childbirth, and that still adorable, playful face. Looking into her ruby-red eyes, he smiled with satisfaction.
Breasts that perfectly filled one hand and a pussy that squeezed him like a vice weren’t easy to come by. He had no intention of discarding her. This man, covered in knife scars, was Johnson—the one who ruled these streets. Johnson Kabla.
The woman was melting under the raw virility emanating from his massive frame.
“Haaang. This is it. This is what I wanted.”
She moaned coquettishly and clung to him with affection.
“Really? Am I better than that softie?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yeah, you’re the best. So hurry up and cum inside me. Fill me up with your seed.”
Thump. Thump.
Feeling his climax approaching, the man sped up. He kneaded her perfectly handful-sized breasts as she writhed in pleasure, then released deep inside her with a satisfied groan.
Her daughter was sleeping just behind them, but Johnson didn’t care about the noise at all.
“Haa… That was good. By the way, what are you planning to do with that kid?”
She asked while nestled against his broad chest. Johnson chuckled.
“I’m going to sell her to some powerful noble family. I heard they’re looking for a cute child.”
“Oh my, you really are smart. You even thought that far ahead?”
At her admiring tone, Johnson puffed out his chest.
“Did you think it was easy for me to send you to that idiot? After investing three years to get this much out of it, it’s definitely worth it.”
As Johnson spoke and began gathering his clothes to return to business—he planned to drag that debtor here today, toy with him a bit, then harvest his organs—
“Hey! I’m asking what the hell you’re doing here and why you turned Jackie into that mess! Can’t you see the guns? Speak up!”
“Honey. It sounds like something’s happening outside?”
When his woman asked about the loud voices coming from beyond the door, Johnson’s temper flared. What the hell was going on that he could hear it all the way in here?
“Get dressed. We need to go out.”
“Okay.”
She obediently put on her clothes and stuck close to his side. Johnson groped her plump waist and large ass as much as he wanted while heading outside.
“What’s going on?”
“Ah! Boss! And hello to you too, sister-in-law! That idiot and some weird guy showed up together. Jackie got completely wrecked!”
The man who had been shouting bowed deeply to Johnson, then pointed at the uninvited guests.
When Johnson looked over, the idiot was trembling behind another man. Judging by the priestly robes…
“Oh my, he’s handsome?”
Crack!
The moment his lover Riki showed interest in the priest, Johnson strode forward in a rage.
“Your Grace the Priest. What brings you to a place like this?”
Even in this hostile atmosphere, the man remained calm. His beautiful green eyes curved gently, and a kind smile settled on his face.
“Hmm. First, why don’t you lower those guns? Heretical friends?”
Heretic?
“Hah! Are you perhaps Inquisitor Narni? It doesn’t look like you brought any Holy Knights with you for protection?”
Johnson sneered. What kind of confidence did an Inquisitor without Holy Knights have to come here? And judging by the way he spoke, he was from the family department. It was good that the Adultery Investigator was diligent in his duties, but did he not realize he was shortening his own lifespan?
Johnson, who had already sent two Inquisitors to the afterlife, found this priest even more incomprehensible.
“The guns. Put them down, please?”
Even now, the foolish priest kept spouting nonsense about lowering the weapons.
“Boys. Give that idiot a gift of bullets.”
Johnson ordered his men to gift the fool some lead. The subordinates answered cheerfully.
“Yes!”
Bang!
At his command, the subordinates fired immediately. Johnson looked down, eager to see the priest’s handsome face torn to shreds by bullets.
But…
Shhhhhhhhhh!
“…Huh?”
What was this? Had they all missed? The priest stood completely unharmed, with only a wisp of smoke rising from his hand.
“You idiots! How did you miss every single shot?!”
Johnson roared upon seeing the priest still standing, but his subordinates’ faces had already gone deathly pale.
“What the… you guys.”
Why were they—
Clink. Clatter.
The moment the priest opened his hand, bullets poured onto the floor. Only then did Johnson realize. His men hadn’t missed. As unbelievable as it was… that insane priest had caught every bullet fired at him.
Could a human even catch bullets? Even Duke Gilbert couldn’t do something so insane. He had only blocked them—he had never caught them!
“So. Have you now found the will to lower your guns?”
At those words, even Johnson’s face turned pale. He finally understood. They had stepped on the wrong person… and they had stepped on him very, very badly.
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This is why power is necessary for investigations. They start shooting without even talking? Seriously, these gangsters these days just don’t communicate. Their brains are so pickled from drugs that I wonder if they can even function properly.
“If you can’t hold a gun, you should have thought about running away. Or at least given up resistance and obediently accepted punishment.”
Catching the bullets was possible, but I had done it because there was someone behind me. If one had pierced through and injured Brother Rose, it would have been a big problem. If they had seen that, they should have surrendered quietly… but instead, they charged at me with knives and clubs.
After subduing all of them, I leisurely searched the place. The ledgers we found contained sins far more horrific than I had imagined.
“These are the ledgers… Oh ho. Drug trafficking, murder, organ sales, human trafficking… Even I don’t know what to do with this. Is this everything?”
I asked while looking at the men sprawled helplessly on the floor. They didn’t answer.
“Really now…”
Crack.
“Th-this is everything! I swear!”
When I pressed down firmly on the man named Johnson, he answered immediately. I never thought I would come to understand a father’s heart… Although I had said I would begin the punishment, dragging all of them to the plaza posed its own problems. Therefore…
“Brother Rose? I’ll lend you this, so could you go to the lord’s castle and bring back some soldiers?”
“B-but the soldiers at the lord’s castle are also…”
Too afraid to touch them. Brother Rose’s eyes clearly said as much. I nodded.
“That’s right. The lord must have left this gang alone out of fear.”
At this scale, even the lord who ruled such a large city would find an all-out war difficult. They were well-armed and highly skilled. It seemed like a gang formed by retired veterans.
But precisely because of that…
“So it should be fine now. If they don’t come, I’ll go get them myself. Just deliver the message.”
It would be fine now. These bastards were finished. Conveying that meaning, I spoke, and Brother Rose nodded before disappearing into the distance.
After sending the brother away and left alone with them, I looked at the men and thought,
‘Punishment… I haven’t handed down many of these myself.’
I could count on one hand the number of times I had delivered such punishment… but honestly, I didn’t think I could show much mercy this time. Therefore, the gaze I directed at them was colder than ice.
Because, in my opinion, these were people with no path to redemption.