Undercover Breaking the Stalemate

The waiter approached, seemingly unfazed by Al Swan's frenzy. His expression was calm and composed, his eyes meeting Al's with perfect etiquette as he offered a white towel.

Al Swan's frantic actions ceased, his outburst subsiding. He stared inexplicably at the waiter before him, feeling annoyed, disgusted by whoever was behind this waiter.

With a smack, he swatted away the white towel offered by the waiter. He snatched the phone directly, bringing it close to his ear, and sneered, "I still have some use, huh?"

Everyone knew he had a bad reputation at the police department. His attempt to take credit for a bust had led to the Multiplicity escaping. Afterward, the Multiplicity had robbed a gun store, armed itself, and engaged in a shootout with the police, resulting in the deaths of seven officers. Under deliberate manipulation, all blame had silently, without defense, been placed upon him.

Al Swan claimed he had no future, and he wasn't exaggerating.

At this moment, he didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, but he knew that even in his current state, like a stray dog, he still held enough value for those in positions of power to exploit.

"Al, you still have quite the temper," a voice came from the phone, laced with nostalgic teasing.

"It's you, Snake."

Al Swan's gaze sharpened, his tone growing colder.

He hadn't expected that at this critical juncture, the person calling him wouldn't be an old friend, but someone he had always despised and disdained to associate with.

"What do you want? I may be down on my luck, but I don't need a gangster like you to offer fake sympathy." Al Swan scoffed, "What, do you need me to help you move drugs? Don't forget, even after being demoted, I'm still a cop."

"Al, you're not as glorious as you used to be." A sigh of lament, a heartfelt remark. Given Al's usual proud, arrogant, and defiant personality, he would have never said so much; he would have simply told Snake to get lost with utter contempt and hung up.

His willingness to speak so much this time indicated that Al was merely putting on a brave face.

"What do you want, Snake?" Al Swan's face darkened, his hand tightening around the phone, but he didn't hang up.

"Let's cooperate, Al."

"Deal!"

Al Swan agreed crisply and decisively, without the slightest hesitation, which caused Snake to fall silent for a moment.

"Kill Alex, and I'll cooperate with you," Al Swan sneered. Alex's kick, delivered so openly, caused him pain and humiliation with every movement of his chest.

"You don't need to trick me, Al. I can't afford the consequences of a Central City Brotherhood member's death."

"If you didn't have the guts, why would you contact me?" Al Swan repeatedly sneered, his eyes flashing with resentment towards Alex. Every moment, when facing the police department personnel, he felt everyone turning their backs on him, silently mocking him, ridiculing him.

He could no longer face any gaze from the precinct; all of this was because Alex's kick had shattered his dignity and pride completely.

"I won't kill a member of the Brotherhood and cause unnecessary trouble. Al, your revenge should be executed by you," Snake said meaningfully.

Al Swan's heart stirred, and he said, "Snake, you're still like a venomous snake. Fine, we'll cooperate. My enemies will naturally be killed by me."

"I need you in the Lower Downtown precinct."

"Agreed!"

Alex's underground base.

After finishing his training in the various applications of Magnetic Psionics and conducting various tests on his body's resistance to human limitations.

Alex quieted down, standing before a display glass cabinet. After a moment of thought, he looked at his superhero suit.

Alex didn't possess the compassionate heart of a saint. He didn't have Batman's desire to protect his city and eradicate crime. He certainly didn't have the righteous kindness of The Flash, Barry, or the Justice League.

Everything he did was solely for himself. For his own enjoyment.

A superhero identity made it easier to communicate with other superheroes.

Moreover, in the DC world, if you weren't a hero, would you become a supervillain? Even if Alex considered himself naturally cold-hearted, with his transmigration and the inherent arrogance of being the Divine Dragon, how could he stoop so low as to become a universally reviled supervillain?

With that thought, Alex planned his recent affairs. He needed to help Jack and the two undercover agents stabilize themselves in Lower Downtown. Alex intended to seize a portion of Lower Downtown's interests to use as his startup capital.

Alex's funds had been nearly depleted by the various modifications to his underground base. Without acquiring some money, he wouldn't have the capital to start his business.

He would conveniently use his superhero identity to help his undercover agents control a portion of Lower Downtown's interests.

He opened his computer and brought up the map of Lower Downtown.

As a police inspector in the Central City Police Department, Alex could effortlessly access the urban planning distribution map of Lower Downtown. However, due to the sheer chaos of Lower Downtown, the 1989 urban planning distribution map still held some relevance, requiring Alex's own calculations.

Fortunately, Alex only needed a general overview, understanding some of the more profitable gangs to help his undercover agents take over.

In just half an hour, Alex had a general plan in mind and began to evolve.

Immediately, he called the most capable undercover agent, Agent One.

"Your time has come. I will help you become..."

"No way, boss. I'm currently on a plane fleeing to Thailand. The scum in Lower Downtown are too damn ruthless; they almost killed me, and that street was also taken. I can't help you anymore! Luckily, I rolled up all my money and ran. Boss, how about I go to Thailand and get some product? You can cover for me, and we'll get rich together!"

Alex hung up the phone expressionlessly.

Undercover Agent One was driven out of Lower Downtown, packed his bags, fled to Thailand, and planned to smuggle drugs for a living. Failure!

Subsequently, Alex called undercover agent Two. Although Agent Two wasn't as capable as Agent One, he was steady, a subordinate who could manage the family business while Alex handled other matters.

"Your time has come. I'm planning to make a move on Lower Downtown..."

"Fuck! Both my legs were broken and amputated, and you're only telling me your plan is starting now..."

Alex silently comforted undercover agent Two, promised to eliminate the person who shot him, and wired him a sum of money to find a place to recuperate. Only then was undercover agent Two appeased.

Undercover Agent Two, due to gang warfare, was shot in both legs with a shotgun, resulting in amputation and disability. Failure!

Alex really wanted to light a cigarette in silence at this moment, watching the smoke dissipate.

However, due to health concerns, Alex had never smoked. He could only exhale softly to calm himself and consider if he had misjudged people.

Both Operative One and Operative Two were exceptionally capable individuals. One was forced to flee to Thailand to smuggle drugs, and the other had his legs broken.

Alex's brow furrowed. Looking at it this way, Operative Three, Jack, who seemed the most useless, was probably doomed.

Given Jack's usual habit of just playing hip-hop and his timid nature, pretending to be a righteous hero, Jack's grave probably already had several feet of grass on it.

Alex, with a heavy heart, dialed Jack. Fortunately, the call was answered.

"Jack, what's going on with you right now!"

"Boss, I'm finished, I'm really finished this time!" Jack wailed into the phone, his voice trembling. He sounded so scared that Alex could almost feel him curled up and crying on the other end of the line.

Alex's heart sank again. How could the lower city be so chaotic! It had caused him to lose three undercover operatives in a row!

"Don't worry, Jack, I'll avenge you. No one can just mess with my people."

Jack's wailing stopped abruptly. He said weakly, "No, boss, you've misunderstood."

"I've become the boss of the biggest gang in the lower city!"

Alex: "???"