Episode 2 of the Overly Competent Villain

bank robbery

An upscale restaurant in the southern city of Lombardy. A luxury vehicle stops.

“Good work, Mr.”

“It’s okay. Thank you for using it, Nari.”

After handing the driver a stiff money bag, I entered a high-end restaurant.

“Welcome. Do you have a reservation?”

“Markel Loheis.”

“Ah, Mr. Loheis. I will guide you to the reserved seat at table number 16.”

Sit down with the manager’s polite guidance. It’s relatively corner, but it’s a window seat with a good view of the city.

[Is Markel Roheis a pseudonym?]

A miniature osman that only my eyes can see. He pursed his lips and mentioned the pseudonym he had just spoken about.

“Will you go around with your real name?”

[I guess so.]

Osman seems to have realized that I am a wanted criminal. Well, I’m just too free-spirited for that kind of thing.

[When I called a passing vehicle and boarded it, I wondered if I was being reported.]

‘Surprisingly, people are not interested in other people. Who remembers all the wanted faces? I wonder if it’s a nobleman like Cromwell.’

Of course, I wear a hat to cover my face. But even if I walk around with my face exposed, people won’t recognize me.

‘There are not many people who can associate a notorious criminal with a faint impression that they have not met in less than a day. My face isn’t as savage as that of a criminal.’

[·······.]

‘So let’s have a good meal. Ah~ can’t you eat?’

Osman gave me a mischievous look, but I ordered a tenderloin steak and grilled shrimp with plenty of butter cheese.

[By the way, what are your future plans? You’ve come all the way to Lombardy, but are you going to find her right away?]

“If we go there like this, two will fly in an instant?”

That’s the problem.

She has an enemy relationship with me. Because I was the one responsible for the downfall of the family she cherished.

[Why did you want her father in the first place–]

“Wait, Osman.”

I interrupted Osman and focused on my vision.

Changes in the yellow field of view. Southeast of the table where I was eating. someone is staring at me

The villain’s vision activates to warn me.

‘Five o’clock southeast. Is there anyone staring at me?’

[There is. Impressive nasty friends. I’m being stopped because I didn’t make a reservation.]

‘This is a pretty upscale restaurant.’

I immediately savored the dishes on the table. Lobster meat with an impressive cheese flavor delivers a firm texture.

It’s expensive too.

[Hey, shouldn’t we run away in a hurry?]

‘Four hundred Gulik meals. Isn’t it a waste to just throw it away?’

[It doesn’t sound like the author who wrote tens of millions of Guliks like water a few days ago.]

I shrugged my shoulders, picked up my wine glass, and headed towards the entrance of the restaurant. I soon ran into them.

“Mister. You’re finally here.”

[Pietro? what are you doing?]

‘Be still. I’m a talented person, but I don’t have the skill to talk to a ghost at the same time.’

[Don’t call it a ghost. He didn’t die.]

If only the soul floats like a cloud, it is a ghost, then is it a living person?

As Osman and I squabbled briefly, the manager approached and asked.

“Loheis-sama? Do you know someone?”

“We were supposed to meet here. I forgot to tell you beforehand.”

“That’s right.”

“Come, everyone. The meal is served, so let’s eat together.”

“·······.”

They were taken aback by my hospitality, but they followed me into the restaurant. Their purpose is to spy on me. If they had already been caught, they would have judged that it would be better to closely monitor them.

Sit down, order wine for them, and meet them face-to-face.

“hmm.”

Their impressions were very ferocious. An impression that could be used as an action member in a gang. An impressive triangle tattoo is written on the nape of the neck.

A symbol of the triad circle, the indigenous mafia here. Other than that, bald heads and mustaches are characteristic.

“So, why did you two come all the way here after me?”

At my question, the mustache noticed the bald head. Soon the bald head opened his mouth.

“Our boss wants to see you.”

“Boss? ‘Which one’ are you talking about?”

The Triad Circle is an alliance of three organizations. Indeed, who is looking for me? No, maybe all three? Why?

“······You will know when you go.”

“Gee. Even though I like parties, I’m not a slut who takes any invitation. If your boss is a beauty, I’d be happy to go. As far as I know, there are no young women among the bosses of the Triad Circle.”

“You’d better follow me quietly.”

A blunt pistol that reveals its presence under the table with a sigh. I stared straight into the eyes with the bald man.

“Do you know who I am?”

“You know that, Jacques Pietro.”

ok i know who i am However, they do not report it to the National Security Agency and attempt kidnapping. Which means that these guys bosses don’t want a bounty on my head.

“It seems like someone I have to see face to face at least once to be active in the South. I need to prepare a lot of presents.”

“Yeah, so be quiet…”

“Can I go to the bathroom for a minute?”

“As long as you don’t do anything stupid.”

The bald head and mustache followed me as I moved towards the bathroom. Even on the way to the bathroom, the eyes staring at me continue to increase.

It may simply be the eyes of the citizens, but…

[Not one or two. It is already surrounded.]

‘Well, it’s a common thing.’

But even though it’s a southern country with almost no resources of mine, to find me so quickly. The guard at the entrance to the city or the driver who drove me might have been bribed.

“Isn’t it a bit excessive to chase you into the bathroom?”

“Stop talking and see what you have to do.”

The bald head urged me on with a stern gaze. The moment he put his hand on my shoulder–

– Knock!

“uh?”

He pulls his hand on his shoulder and twists it violently. The bald head screamed with a thump, but it didn’t last long.

closely! and stabbed the bald man’s neck. The hidden knife protruding from his sleeve gave him a fatal moment.

“What, what!”

Mustache, who panicked and tried to pull the gun out of his waistband, couldn’t see the knife I was throwing because of his narrow field of vision.

Knock! The mustache collapsed weakly as a knife was inserted between the eyebrows. I retrieved the knife and wiped the blood from the blade onto the clothes on my mustache.

[What, something?! what!]

Osman is slow to react. He doesn’t seem to understand what happened for 1.6 seconds.

[You say you can’t fight!]

“I can’t.”

[Then what was that just now!]

Osman’s distrustful stare made me feel a little unfair.

“What is the meaning of being a ‘normal person’ like me in a fight with superhumans like you?”

[That, that’s true, but…]

“It’s been 30 years since I’ve lived as a criminal. Even an academy thief wouldn’t use three letters of his name in 3 years.”

[I will not be able to use it.]

“That’s what it says.”

Is it only wizards who don’t have a sense of humor? Regardless of that, I have to get out of here quickly.

“Looks like the men are all over the place. We need to hurry.”

[It’s not strange if it turns into a beehive after leaving the restaurant.]

“Your eyes must have disappeared. Let’s go out leisurely.”

My figure in a suit disappeared from the bathroom mirror splattered with blood.

* * * *

Malino, the manager of an upscale restaurant in Lombardy, is concerned about customers who have gone to the bathroom.

I don’t know why the customer, a well-dressed gentleman, gets involved with such a nasty gang, but it’s embarrassing when a violent incident breaks out in his restaurant.

‘Oh, what am I thinking.’

It is a disqualification as an owner to start by worrying about the restaurant rather than worrying about the customers. Malino cautiously made his way to the bathroom where the customers and gang members were heading.

“Huh? Is the door open?”

No manners. It was the moment Malino approached the door with the excuse of closing the bathroom door.

– Took!

“uh?”

I think I just ran into something… I hurriedly looked around, but no one was in the bathroom hallway.

When he went to the bathroom, thinking it must be because of his mood, he found a horrific murder scene.

“Sah, it’s murderaaa!!”

Malino’s scream echoed, and soon the restaurant was filled with menacing gang members.

“Damn it! Berry got hit!”

“Where has this bastard gone!”

“I’ve been guarding it like crazy!”

“Hurry up! You couldn’t have gone far!”

An uproar broke out in the peaceful city of Lombardy.

* * * *

I passed the manager and walked leisurely among the gang members, but no one caught me.

62 seconds like that. When I walk out slowly and reach a back alley with few people, I break the illusion of the villain.

[You’re using the first soul magic you got really well.]

“It’s lacking in splendor, but practicality is good. Indeed, it’s ancient magic, so it’s something different.”

[Anyway, it looks like you got caught by the pesky guys. Who the hell are they?]

“The Triad Circle. A coalition of the mafia, notorious in the South.”

[Mafia? Why are those people like you? No, there are too many to guess.]

As Osman guessed, I had many enemies. It’s not strange no matter where it’s being targeted.

[By the way, Pietro. Where are you going? Shouldn’t we get out of this city soon?]

“Well. It’s a perfect situation to meet her. Rather, you can bring a nice rice cake.”

In order to carry out the glittering mission of saving the world, attracting her is indispensable.

So–

“Welcome, sir. What brought you to this bank?”

A bank in the heart of Lombardy. I spoke to a female employee who welcomes guests in the magnificent and splendid lobby built in imitation of the architectural style of an ancient country.

With a pretense, just like her business smile.

“Hello, pretty lady. It’s nothing else, because I have an important business today. So…”

The identification card was replaced by a shattering muzzle.

“From now on, I will manage this bank.”

So could you call the manager?

[Pietro, you crazy bastard…]

Osman shook his head in shock at my robbery.

* * * *

“Jacques Pietro? Are you sure?”

Elysia doubted her ears at the urgent news she had just heard, but Günter shook his head and replied.

“I can’t believe it either, but I just found out myself. Directly to the Lombardy branch of the Bureau of Investigation from a phone inside the bank.”

“How did he get the straight line number of the Lombardy Branch Investigation Bureau…”

“That’s why the ghost is crying. The only official number is the extension number associated with the Public Security Agency.”

Having casually figured out the confidential Central Bureau of Investigation’s direct number, he contacted himself saying that he was robbing a bank?

Before the boldness, the plot was deeply suspicious.

“What is he thinking?”

“Let’s grab it and see.”

Soon the vehicle stopped in front of the bank. There was a little distance, thanks to the fact that the police from the National Security Agency are already besieging the bank.

“who are you!”

A police officer stops the two approaching people. Günter showed his badge.

“This is the Bureau of Investigation. Where is the person in charge?”

“The Investigation Bureau? Why is the Investigation Bureau…”

The Public Security Agency and the Bureau of Investigation are separate agencies. If the National Security Agency were those in charge of public security in each region, the Central Bureau of Investigation was in charge of the entire empire.

In short, the jurisdiction is extremely wide and the authority is great, so it is a headache for the local police to violate their jurisdiction from time to time.

Soon the person in charge came out and he said while looking kindly at the articles of the Bureau of Investigation.

“Inspector Santiano. Why did the knights of the Bureau of Investigation come to the case of a simple bank robbery?”

“I’ve heard information that the bank robber is Jacques Pietro.”

“What? Nonsense.”

In response to Police Officer Santiano’s denial, Günther played the voice message he had recorded with his magic tool.

[Jacques Pietro. From now on, I’m going to rob the Lombardi Bank, why don’t you come and rob me?]

“······ crazy guy.”

No matter how infamous a wanted man, to do something so daring?

“Its purpose may not be simply to rob banks. Please allow us entry.”

“No, this is under the jurisdiction of the Lombardy Police Agency. Outsiders stay away.”

It is not new that local police disregard the Bureau of Investigation. Elysia stepped forward.

“The Investigation Bureau takes precedence over the authority to investigate first-degree wanted criminals who threaten national security. We ask for your cooperation.”

“What can Heung do? My memorial day was set at the point where I committed a bank robbery by myself.”

As Constable Santiano said, the bank was heavily surrounded by the police. Only then will not a single mouse escape.

“What the hell are you thinking? I can’t control the hostages alone.”

Besides, how much else can you pack even if you pack your money bag by yourself? Bank robbery is a serious crime that requires a team of three or more to be established.

However, there were a number of cases that they overlooked… no, they didn’t even think of.

Whether they had no intention of controlling the hostages from the beginning… and whether the purpose was not money.

“Kyaaah

“help!”

“Huh? What?!”

“The hostages are coming!”

Hostages pour out from the entrance of Lombardy Bank in a carefree siege.

The police were taken aback by the sudden action of the hostages, but came to their senses at the cry of an officer who was in charge of the scene.

“There might be a culprit among the hostages! Thoroughly examine them!”

The police lined up the hostages escaping in a hurry to find the culprit, but there was no culprit.

“Are you inside?”

“I’m entering!”

“Hey, whatever you want…!”

Right before Elysia jumps into the bank——

– Kwaaang!

With an explosion that breaks the windows, flames soar inside the bank.

“······!”

“Po, explosion?!”

I didn’t hear any reports of explosives?!

However, an explosion actually occurred inside the bank, and the resulting fire engulfed the interior.

An explosion that no one seems to be able to survive. Elysia’s blue eyes were filled with huge fire.