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Starting the SCP Foundation from Gotham City

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#9Chapter 8: I, Hans, will not be an informer!

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"Ugh! I have to write in the morning. From now on, I'll have two updates in the morning, otherwise, I'll be tempted by Naruto and only update once a day!"

Night, 12:31 AM.

Tonight, Gotham City was a little different; it had less noise and more coldness. The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the cold wind blew away the clamor.

Bru District remained as usual, without lights, without warmth. In the cold alleys lay homeless people who had passed away at some unknown time.

Clang!

A trash can was knocked over by a stray cat, but it was destined to return empty-handed. In Bru District, not even a stray cat could find anything edible in a trash can.

Hans was an elderly Black man. He had a different look in his eyes than other Black people; his eyes had not lost hope for the future but were filled with anticipation.

Even though he was so poor and destitute that he could only keep company with the homeless on the streets.

In truth, he had a home, but it was in turmoil, like a fragile small boat tossed about in a stormy sea, liable to be submerged at any moment.

Everything stemmed from that person, his older brother, Old Gemu. To protect his family and gain the tolerance of the Great Wizard, he could only come to meet with the Hank Gang in place of his brother.

Even though Hans and Old Gemu were seventy percent alike, and despite multiple rehearsals and understandings beforehand, Hans still lacked confidence, but he had no choice but to push through.

He lacked confidence, but for the sake of his family, he had to replace Old Gemu and complete this task no matter what.

May God bless him!

Hans's hope was entirely placed on his family. He stood at the corner of Homeless Street No. 28, already resigned to death.

His gaze fell into the deep darkness. According to the agreement with the Hank Gang, they should be coming from that direction. Under his guidance, they would ambush the Shark Gang, thereby taking control of Bru District.

No, now it should be called the SCP Foundation. The Wizard, who possessed terrifying power, his appearance and physique were deeply etched into Hans's mind.

He was also the one who killed Old Gemu, but Hans had not the slightest thought of revenge, because he also held disdain and resentment for his deceased brother.

He had actually stooped to become an informant. If he had succeeded, it would have been fine, but he did not succeed, and this would make everyone associated with him objects of discrimination for all his Black compatriots.

This was the punishment for an informant.

Even Old Gemu's children were full of resentment, even hatred, for their deceased father.

It was all because of informing…

"God, please bless me so I can complete this task smoothly. That way, there might still be a chance to improve the current situation, so that I and my family will no longer suffer discrimination."

Hans was praying. He wore an old robe, inadequate for the cold night. The calluses on his hands were deep and full of wounds. He now fumbled, making a gesture of supplication.

Tap-tap!

Hans was startled. It was footsteps, many of them. He then instantly realized that this must be the Hank Gang arriving.

Inevitably, tension appeared on Hans's face under his hood. These were the Hank Gang thugs who killed without batting an eye; their cruelty and savagery were notorious. Even the White Eagle Gang didn't care for them much, were it not for the generous annual tribute…

Hans quickly stopped these meaningless thoughts, because more than twenty tall figures had already arrived in front of him, surrounding him. Their mocking eyes made Hans feel immense humiliation, but his expression remained normal, and he calmed down. He had not forgotten his mission.

"You've finally arrived!"

Hans said hoarsely, seeming to pull his robe tighter due to the cold.

"Your voice sounds a bit strange!"

Wild Wolf Willie, the leader of this Hank Gang operation, stared at Hans with fierce eyes.

Click!

A Desert Eagle with the safety off was pressed against Hans's head. A fierce glint flashed in Wild Wolf Willie's eyes, as if he was about to pull the trigger.

"I've had a bit of a cold lately, so my voice changed!"

A drop of sweat trickled down Hans's forehead. The anticipated gunshot did not occur, which allowed his pounding heart to settle down.

"Hurry up! Follow the plan, you stupid Black man. You should really be grateful that the boss gave you this opportunity. If you complete the task, I'll make an exception and put in a good word for you with the boss!"

Wild Wolf Willie slapped Hans's face with the gun barrel. The latter's eyes showed great fear, and he retreated a few steps in a panic, accidentally stepping on something and falling onto the ground.

His disheveled appearance made many of the Hank Gang thugs burst into laughter, their eyes full of ridicule and disdain falling on Hans.

Little did they know this was exactly what Hans wanted. He whispered faintly, "I will complete the task well. Follow me!"

Hans, walking ahead, added in his mind, of course, the task to be completed was the task of the Great Wizard.

Wild Wolf Willie always felt that something was off, but he didn't know what. Everything was according to the plan; this old Black man was indeed the informant. Next, this old Black man would lead them to wipe out the Shark Gang, and the Hank Gang would take over this area.

Of course, this could only be done in secret. Officially, the White Eagle Gang prohibited such cross-border actions. After occupying the Shark Gang's territory, they would still outwardly call themselves the Shark Gang, but the discrimination itself would already be under the Hank Gang's control.

This was the unwritten rule!!

Moreover, there had to be a reason. The Shark Gang's boss was actually killed by an unknown Asian, who then truly became the Shark Gang's boss. Under such circumstances, the Hank Gang could act.

Destroy the Shark Gang, occupy Bru District!

All the thugs' hearts were filled with anticipation for the glorious scene after completing the mission: beautiful women, fine wine, revelry…

Killing intent filled their eyes. The Shark Gang must be destroyed!

Wild Wolf Willie's gaze fell on Hans. As for this old Black man, once the mission was complete, it would be his death day!

No gang would want an informant, especially a Black informant.

Some of the homeless people sleeping on the sides of the road woke up because they heard movement. However, what greeted them were silenced firearms. Bullets pierced their bodies, and the lingering warmth of their corpses gradually turned cold, blood staining the night!

"Old man! How much further to the Shark Gang's secret gathering place?!"

Wild Wolf Willie stopped Hans. They had been walking for almost ten minutes, but the surroundings were still just roads and alleys. According to the agreement, the old Black man said that the Shark Gang would have a secret meeting today, known to very few. He was supposed to lead them to ambush that meeting and wipe out the Shark Gang.

But a bad feeling arose in Wild Wolf Willie's heart, which made him stop Hans and question him again.

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