Chapter 136

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It has been two weeks since Jade was squeezed out of the League.

Jade joined her usual life, although she began to conflict with Harley on the basis of jealousy of her sister. Harley decided to wrap Artemis in love and affection. She probably reminds her of herself as a child. And what she lacked, she now wants to transfer to this baby, which also communicates very closely and joyfully with her. Pamela also became attached to both girls, although again especially to the small one. But Jade doesn't mind her sister's redheaded nanny. Only against Harley is at war. And even then this war is reduced only to verbal skirmish and criticism of each other.

But in general, everyone is friendly and lives peacefully. I just smile at that. We have more people, and that's good. Not as bored as I was at first in this world, when I came home from service and stuck into books or the Internet.

But I had such a peaceful life only at home. At work, Sarah tore seven skins from me. Rare bitch. I do not argue, a professional with experience, but rare ... She eats my brains out every day more and more. And the most important thing is that I seem to be number one on her "black list". And she rarely goes to the next numbers. My relationship with her during this time fell to the level of 2000 (strong dislike). Yes, I have a better relationship with the Joker and most of the freaks in this city!

It is also annoying that the Black Cross has become more active. We have already caught several couriers with precious stones that were intended for sale in the city. The couriers did not really know anyone. As it turned out, the leadership of this group is very clever and developed such a system that all gears, screws and bolts work in autonomous mode. They don't know each other. They transfer packages not to hand to hand, but through a complex system: mail-left, courier-mail-some kind of left-handed dude from the street-apartment-mail, and then it disappears again, no one knows where. We tried to put pressure on the mail, looked at all the employees, their past, they are clean. And the fact that most of the packages get there is not an indicator of their connection to crime. They were just part of a clever scheme.

And these cases with stones are just an example. Smuggling and underground trade is going pretty well with this organization. Our informants "on the dark side" are wandering around as if reliable information that "crosses" are engaged in almost everything except contract killings and drugs. And the problem is that they are so strong and smart that they begin to reap such bison as the Black Mask, the Penguin, the Russian Mafia (yes, there is one in Gotham) and other great players. Their unofficial "land" is already reaching for the "Alley of Crime". And neither we, nor the local gangsters, nor even Batman, who is also engaged in them, as I understood from his movements next to us, can do nothing.

Who would have imagined, the glorious Batman cannot understand who is hiding under the guise of "The Boss". Why is there a boss, we still do not manage to recognize even by the face or by the nickname of at least one of the captains that they already know Him.

I was present at one of the interrogations of the caught gang members. And I was able to understand how it was possible to keep the secret of the identity of the top. Magic!

In "Features" it was clearly visible - "Under the influence of a spell." Just the same he was caught on a tip from our agent network, as a person that he personally knows one of the "captains". But he was either silent, or fainted, and natural. And after all, he was not a squishy. Healthy bull. It was the magic that knocked him out like that.

So what do we have? We have a very smart-ass asshole at the head of this Caudla, capable and stupid managers in the form of his "captains", a wide network of performers and magicians that cover them and help, I think, with all their might. And this is only what I see. Or it may be that I am missing something or do not see. In general, a complete fuck.

And the "crosses" know that we are looking for them. And they mocked us, one might say, they spat right in the mug when a couple of days ago an empty patrol car was blown up right under the windows of the site. When we extinguished it, we found on the fence, which we did not even look at at first, a sign - a black cross.

Oh, how Gordon-Essen was mad. Although, to be honest, we were all pissed off. And including me. It already pissed me off.

I was melancholy thinking about how we can find at least a clue to hit the right trail. But nothing came to my mind or my colleagues.

Although there was an idea to ask Zatanna for help, so that she could check that little man for the ability to remove the spell. But she, as evil, did not answer my calls for a week. Either busy, or ... or I'm not that big for her.

This powerlessness, anger, I would even say anger, I poured out in training. At the underground training ground that I formed a few tens of kilometers from Gotham, I smashed, beat mannequins, created and tested new techniques. My skills improved. I even increased the skill "Berserker Mode" by another five levels. That's how angry I was and how I poured my anger out on my doppelganger in sparring.

Now I don't have "hand-to-hand combat" as a skill, he reached level 100 and "joined" the "BI Master", thereby giving him + 10 levels.

There was not even the mood of "being Mouseman". Therefore, he only appeared a few times during this period.

With such a shitty mood after another working day, I walked home. Lousy mood, and the car broke down to boot. I could have got there in a second with a hiraishin, but I wanted to get some fresh air. I'll put my head in order a little. I have managed to stay awake for the last five days in a row because of my stamina, I can afford it. But logical thinking started to junk a little because of this.

I walk, and then I realize that something is wrong. It blows too much, and I do not stand on my feet, but soar in the sky in the arms of some blonde.

And then I realized that I was carried away, or rather carried away somewhere and someone whom I cannot recognize, although the facial features are familiar.

To be continued…