X-Force: Beyond Omega

The next morning, I was in no mood to deal with the chaos that followed me around, so I decided to start my day with a little investigation. I left Goldy with Kitty, and she probably spoiled him rotten by now. Coming to the point. I couldn't stop thinking about the weird situation with May's bank account—how they refused her withdrawal request. It didn't make sense, and when something doesn't make sense, I get curious. I got all the necessary information from May last night.

Now, time to check things out...

I used shapeshifting, altering my appearance just enough so I wouldn't raise any suspicion. A middle-aged man with grey hair and a wrinkly face. The last thing I wanted was for some cultist or random person to recognize me and start another worship session. After adjusting my look, I teleported to an alley near the local bank. Surprisingly, the place looked better than I expected—well-repaired and clean. This wasn't just a simple coat of paint; the building itself seemed to have been completely painted and repaired recently, which was odd considering the state of the rest of the city.

I entered through the main doors, the bell above me ringing softly. I walked around a bit and took a pamphlet from the wall while reading their mind and gathering information. And oh boy, some are fucking nasty. Especially that woman at the counter. She and the manager had a thing going on, but the manager was married.

As for the manager, he's sitting in his office. According to his memories, he saw the invasion as his chance to get insurance money and scam some people of their money by outright freezing their accounts. And it would seem that some higher officials are also involved in this shit. Those bastards! How dare they take others hard earned money?

I looked around. There were a few civilians and guards around the place. It would seem the manager hired them from some agency. Lucky for them they don't seem to be involved with gangs or mafias, or else, I would have to work extra, killing them. I walked to the counter. I got enough info to go on with.

At the counter, a woman in her mid-30s with dark hair, and brown eyes, looked up at me, clearly unimpressed by my appearance.

Let the game begin.

"Good morning," I said, leaning over the counter just enough for her to hear me. "I need to speak with someone in charge."

She gave me a skeptical look, then checked her screen. "There's no one available right now. You'll need to schedule an appointment."

"Oh, no. I saw the manager coming in here a few minutes ago," I said, my tone nonchalant. "If you could get him out here, that would be great. If you can't then I might just..." I leaned in further and whispered. "expose it to the manager's wife that you and him are having an affair."

The woman went pale, her eyes wide.

I smiled. "I'm sure he wouldn't like that, now would he?"

She quickly composed herself, putting on a polite smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about, sir."

"Oh, my. How could you forget using that strapon on that old fucker when you two were in the manager's office? Last night after work, was it? Didn't he pay you like 3 grand just to fuck his ass? Eew! That creepy old fucker," I feigned a shiver. "I don't know how you people do anything for money. But then again, everyone has their own fetishes, who am I to judge, right? Since I can't judge, I'll let his wife judge him instead. She should know about her husband's fetish. So, next time she'll fuck him at home, probably with her heels while you will miss out on that money. What do you think?"

She was shaking now, her face red. "What do you want?"

"I want you to deactivate the security cameras and take me to the manager's room. And don't allow anyone to go inside. Pretty simple, right?" I said with a smile.

"I could lose my job. I need money... Got a family to feed, man," She said with a pleading expression.

"You will get paid well for your trouble. I even know a guy who works at the bar downtown who will probably pay for what you do. His name is Tinkers."

"Tinkers?" She asked.

"Yeah, I know, it sounds ridiculously funny, but that's his name. He works as a security guard. His wife is cheating and chucking him, so, I'm pretty sure he'll pay you enough for a good night. Maybe start an affair and drain him dry. You are good at that, right? Now, enough chit-chat. Turn off the camera and take me to your manager's office."

After a few seconds, she finally nodded and did what she was told. I was surprised that she didn't even ask for the money first. Maybe she was a little stupid, or maybe she just wanted to do this, who knows? I followed her through the back doors and into a corridor, where she stopped in front of a door marked 'Manager.' She knocked twice, and the door opened to reveal a middle-aged man in a suit, his hair slicked back and his tie loose. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. And there was an expensive bottle of wine on the desk behind him.

"Mr. Williams, sir," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "This gentleman needs to speak with you."

The man raised an eyebrow. "At this hour? Who is he? Why didn't you send him away?"

"You can leave, I'll take it from here," I said with a smile.

She quickly left the room. I locked the door and covered the room with a force field. No one can come in and no one can get out, plus soundproof.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The manager asked. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to come back during regular business hours. This is highly irregular."

I sat down on the couch without waiting for permission, ignoring his demands. "Now, now, let's not be too hasty. You're not really in a position to make any demands. After all, you've been embezzling funds from the bank for the last six months, haven't you?"

His eyes widened. "Wha—how did you—"

Before he could say anything worthless and waste my time, I yanked that wine bottle with telekinesis and read the label. He was shocked to see my power and went to press the alarm button, which I stopped by binding his body with telekinesis.

"Oh, my. Would you look at that? Such high alcohol content. That's a very expensive bottle of wine, isn't it?" I said, waving the bottle around. "How many thousands of dollars did this cost you?"

"It was a gift, from a client," the manager stammered, his face pale.

"Of course, it was," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now what would happen if you were to drink it all and maybe you'll have a very life-threatening accident? You wouldn't want that, right? Maybe if you confess your crimes on your own, I might let you live. Or, I'll simply use telepathy to get a confession out of you, which again, isn't that fun. So..." I took out my phone, put it in recording, and held it before him. I gave him a nod.

He understood what I meant.

He slumped into his chair, his face now a mixture of fear and desperation. "Alright... alright! I'll tell you everything. Just don't... don't hurt me."

I leaned forward, letting my telekinetic grip tighten slightly around his body, just enough to remind him who was in control. "Good choice. Start from the beginning. What exactly have you been doing with the bank's money?"

His hands trembled as he clasped them in front of him, avoiding eye contact. "We... we've been freezing accounts, especially those of people who wouldn't be able to fight back. When the city was in chaos after the attack, we took advantage of the situation. I redirected funds to offshore accounts and kept it all hidden, all while telling the clients their accounts were locked for security reasons. Some of them... they never even noticed the withdrawals. And I... I made a lot of money from it."

I let the silence stretch, my gaze unwavering. "And how high up does this go? Who else is involved?"

His voice cracked. "There are some higher-ups, the board members... they've known about the scheme for months. They wanted to make sure the city's financial collapse would line their pockets. But I—I didn't think it would get this bad. I swear, I only wanted to get ahead a little... but it just spiraled. I didn't... I didn't mean for people to get hurt."

I raised an eyebrow. "So it's not just about money. There's more to this, isn't there? You've been using the chaos as a cover for something bigger."

The manager hesitated, his eyes darting around nervously. He knew there was no escaping now. "There's... there's a group. A faction within the city. They've been pushing for more control over the local banks, and we've been working with them. They promised us protection and influence if we helped them. Some of the board members... they've been receiving threats, and they've been turning a blind eye to the embezzling. It's all part of a bigger play for power."

I leaned back, processing the information. This wasn't just financial fraud; this was a power struggle that was going to have much larger consequences. "And what happens when the people find out? The ones you've stolen from? How do you think they'll react?"

"We'll simply close down the branches, and reopen new ones with new names," the manager said, his voice almost pleading. "Please, you have to understand. I didn't want to get involved, but they had leverage over me. They threatened my family, my friends. I had no choice!"

"That's pathetic! Your only leverage is your dick. And look where it got you. Now, I need solid records. Give them to me. I know a fucker like you must have a hard copy somewhere close, right? Give them to me, and you'll walk out of here with all your limbs intact," I said while releasing him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."

"Yes, yes! I have all the files right here. In my safe." He pointed at the wall behind him, where a safe was embedded.

I used telekinesis to open it and found a small stack of papers inside. I flipped through them, scanning the pages quickly. There were names and account numbers, along with detailed lists of amounts transferred. I also found details about the board members' involvement. This was a lot of evidence to put an end to all this bullshit. Then there was a little drive and a few stacks of cash. According to this fuckface's memories, this contains the list of government officials and cops.

"Very good," I said, "Now." I placed the wine bottle on the table. "Drink."

"But... You... You promised," He stuttered.

"Yeah. No worries. I won't kill you. But you gotta finish the entire bottle before I leave. If not, then I will break your bones and then make you drink that."

The man shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "I can't. Please. I have a wife and kids..."

I waved my hand, and the bottle floated in front of him. "Drink. All of it. Or else..."

He took the bottle and began to drink slowly, his eyes filled with pain and despair.

I smirked. "Don't worry. It's just wine. Good stuff, huh?"

He continued drinking, his hands shaking. After he finished the last drop. I noticed a small briefcase on the right desk. I put the files and the drive into it. I also took the money. Then teleported him to the roof.

It took a while, but the alcohol is doing its job. He started puking. His body was trembling.

As much as I'd like to let him live... Sigh! Corrupt bastards like him should just die. How dare he scam others' money? God knows how many people suffered or committed suicide because of those fucking scums. How many died in the hospital because they couldn't withdraw money? How many dreams were lost because suddenly one day they found their account was just gone?

Too many... I read his mind. Too many people... Some took their life, some turned criminals, and some got tired and gave up fighting... A scum like him deserves nothing but death.

And so, I did what was needed. I simply pointed him toward the edge of the roof. "Run if you want to live?"

And that drunken bastard ran. He jumped down from the rooftop, straight into the pavement below, splattering like a watermelon. I didn't wait to see the other's reaction. I went back inside. And most of the people were rushing outside to see the scene. I placed a stack of cash in that lady's bag and left...

...

Next, I teleported near the NYPD, but I didn't sense Yuri in there. According to the cops there, she took a day off. She's at her home. Alright, time to pay her a visit. I'll hand over the evidence to her. But I'll kill every single fucker on that list. No mercy this time.

First, I'll let her arrest them all. It'd be easier to kill all the pests in one go. I'm too lazy to jump around, search them one by one, and then kill them... Nope. Let the cops do some work.

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