Chapter 27

Sighing deeply, I closed my book and responded to his absurd request with a mix of resignation and disdain. "To take off my mask?" I mused, the words heavy with irony. "I don't negotiate with terrorists and the dead."

Swiftly, I activated my stealth ability. My iron man costume dematerializing into my spatial storage. Like a wind, I moved unseen.

"Where is he?" The leader's voice cracked with frustration, his words tense with fear and panic. People always feared the unknown.

The gangsters' eyes darted around, searching for a glimpse of me, but I was now a ghost among them. My soundproof ability enveloped me like an invisible cloak, muffling my movements as I glided to the center of their gathering.

"Has he vanished? Did he flee?" another gangster questioned, his voice laced with panic. Their faces hid behind masks of false bravado, yet their eyes betrayed the underlying fear. Their hand muscles trembled involuntarily from nervousness. Greed had brought them to this point, and it would
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