Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 72

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 72

 

 

How should I explain this.

‘I just need to get there….’

The place where Mason was kidnapped.

Mason didn’t see it, but Johann saw something.

‘Ah! That’s how I can do it.’

Johann walked over to Larry.

“Phew, I don’t know what’s going on here.”

“The police are handling it, so they’ll find him soon. Let’s send the kids back first.”

“Yeah, we should….”

Tap tap.

“Hm? What is it, Johann?”

“I can find him.”

“…What?”

“I can find him by scent.”

Larry and Ada look at Johann in shock.

Johann taps the tip of his nose.

“I remember Mason’s scent well enough.”

“Th-that’s impossible. There’s no way that could… Ah.”

Johann is different from ordinary humans.

He grew up with wolves in the wilderness, hunting beasts.

Wolves that start hunting when the sun sets and end when the sun rises.

His five senses could be different from ordinary humans.

“…No.”

“Larry.”

“I’m someone who has a duty to protect you.”

Let’s say they search for Mason, who was taken by boys his age, together with the police.

Unless they can silence the police, if they fail, Johann will once again be in the media spotlight.

A wolf boy with superhuman-like senses.

All the media in America would swarm like bees.

Moreover, humans are beings who don’t accept differences.

Then they might not be able to protect Johann.

“I agree with Larry too. Right now, it’s best to just leave it to the police.”

“Just those two?”

The police who think this is just a situation of bullying by boys his age.

Naturally, aside from those two officers and one who moved to track Mason’s whereabouts, there would be no further support, and the police wouldn’t move until tomorrow.

‘They won’t realize something’s wrong until at least tomorrow, but they won’t properly act until the criminals demand ransom.’

By then it would be too late.

Some variable could occur and Mason might die.

‘How can I trust drug addicts.’

They had to find him as quickly as possible.

“Can’t we just find him and report it? Mason might be unconscious from being beaten too badly right now.”

He could be growing cold in some dark alley.

In these LA alleys where public safety isn’t exactly good.

Flinch!

“…Damn it. Just this once.”

“Larry!”

“Thanks, Larry.”

“Johann, where are you going?”

“Restroom.”

“Got it. Come back!”

‘I could go straight there, but….’

That wouldn’t establish an alibi.

Johann came to the seat in front of the stage where Mason had been sitting and took a deep breath.

Larry and Ada watched Johann with anxious eyes.

“This way.”

Johann walked confidently outside the park.

 

“Here it is. The scent continues inside here.”

At the end of a distant alley, pitch-black except for dim light filtering through.

Larry and Ada’s faces hardened as they looked at that place.

“…Phew. Johann, you stay here.”

“Okay.”

Larry and Ada looked at each other and walked into the alley.

“Mason! If you’re conscious, answer! Mason!”

“Mason! Are you here?”

It was the moment they were moving forward, illuminating various parts of the alley with their mobile phone lights.

“Haha! There are people voluntarily entering here.”

At the silhouette swaying in the darkness, both their feet froze as if caught.

“Oh, poor angels coming to share money with me….”

Swoosh! Whack!

“Gah!”

Thud!

A silhouette that got hit by something and fell backward.

“Strike.”

Larry and Ada turned their heads to see Johann’s silhouette approaching, pulling back his fist.

“…I told you not to come in. What are you doing now….”

Johann passed by them and approached the fallen black man, then dug into his back, wrapping one arm around his neck and pressing the back of his head with the other arm.

“Gasp! Gasp gasp….”

When the strength left the body that had been struggling even while unconscious, Johann pulled away.

“Not there. The scent gathered there and then came back out here. It’s this way.”

Johann headed right from the alley entrance, and Larry and Ada, who had been staring at him blankly, shook their heads and followed.

Johann, who had been walking like that, suddenly stopped and looked puzzled.

“Why?”

“It’s strange. The scent cuts off here. Sniff sniff! No wait. It’s faint, but I can smell it.”

“W-wait. What do you mean by faint?”

“…It seems like he got in a car.”

The scent is heading toward the road.

“Or he was forced into one.”

Thump!

Johann pointed to one side while looking at the two who had turned pale.

“Wouldn’t checking that work?”

Something Mason’s eyes had seen but hadn’t recognized.

Following his gesture, the two’s faces brightened considerably.

“CCTV!”

The red light of a CCTV attached to a small gas station was blinking toward them.

 

* * *

 

Flash! Flash!

A gas station where the red and blue lights of three police cars are blinking.

The police officers become urgent after confirming through a small monitor that Mason and the boys were forcibly loaded into a car trunk.

“Code 427 in Rosemead. Currently confirmed suspect is one person and…”

Radio code 427 meaning kidnapping.

Police officers broadcasting the situation to the police station and nearby patrol cars.

A middle-aged police officer in his 50s with a pot belly approaches Johann’s group.

“You said you discovered this place while looking for your friend.”

Citizens who don’t trust the police and went out to search themselves.

He’s angry.

At these three who didn’t trust the police and put themselves in danger.

At the police who failed to give them trust.

“I’m Ada Wong, lawyer from Lewis & Boris Senior.”

The police inspector hides what he was about to say.

“Sigh… Thank you. Please leave it to us from now on.”

This isn’t adult kidnapping but child kidnapping.

Child crimes that are most despised in America.

Since they’ve confirmed the perpetrator’s face, car model, and license plate number, the entire LAPD will mobilize.

“We’re counting on you.”

“Ah. We knocked out someone in that alley over there who tried to extort money from us. Maybe that person might know the perpetrator?”

Since it’s presumed that the perpetrator and Mason came out of that alley.

‘That’s why I subdued him.’

Not a presumption, but the perpetrator’s accomplice seen through Mason’s eyes.

The police inspector, who had been looking at Johann with complex eyes as he spoke, turns his head.

“Bring him in.”

“Yes!”

“Take care. Let’s go, Larry. Ada.”

“Then good luck with your work.”

As they leave the gas station, the silence that settles over them becomes prominent.

“Johann.”

“Yeah?”

Larry starts to speak but holds back. Thanks to Johann, they learned about the kidnapping, but it could have been dangerous.

Now wasn’t the time for praise.

“Promise me. You can’t do this again. Got it?”

“…I’ll try.”

He can’t guarantee it.

‘What if Emily or Flash were kidnapped?’

Then he would use all his abilities to rescue them.

He wouldn’t care if his abilities were exposed because of that.

“Sigh, let’s go.”

‘I don’t want to go…’

But there’s no justification to get involved any further.

“Johann! Where did you go!”

“They say Mason was kidnapped!”

“…What about Mason’s parents?”

“They went to the police station! We have to go too!”

“Go where!”

“B-but Father!”

“Enough! This ends here! Leave the rest to the police and wait for news about your friend after going home. Everyone understand? Then let’s part ways for today.”

The adults who nodded grabbed their children’s hands and pulled them along, and Johann also headed toward Larry’s car.

As Johann got in the car, he stared in the direction where the car that kidnapped Mason had disappeared.

‘Kidnapping cases can’t go past the golden time.’

Kidnapping cases where you’re almost considered dead once the golden time passes.

‘I have to do what I can do.’

Something only he could do.

A chilling aura began to swirl in Johann’s eyes.

 

* * *

 

A residential area where darkness has fallen between the sparse streetlight illumination.

Swoosh!

The black man who got out of the car opens the trunk and points his gun inside.

“Keep your mouth shut and get out.”

Mason and the boys get out of the trunk with both hands covering their mouths.

The black man takes them inside the house, opens the basement door, and pushes their backs.

“You’d better shut up until I open this door again. I’ll kill the noisiest one first.”

“Gasp! Gasp!”

They nodded repeatedly and obediently went down to the basement, and the black man who locked the door walked to the sofa and collapsed onto it.

“If I get just 100,000 dollars per kid… Hehe. No, no. Should I ask for 250,000 dollars each?”

Judging by the boys’ clothing, they seemed capable of affording that much.

That’s how he’d make a million dollars.

‘With a million dollars, I can leave this damn neighborhood!’

Move to Miami, warmer than LA, buy a house and live without worrying about money for several years.

“Hehehe!”

‘Contact them… tomorrow.’

By then, the blood-drained parents will obediently follow his demands.

Right now he was very hungry and wanted to do drugs.

A signal that the drugs flowing through his veins were running out.

He took the packet he got from the dealer and headed to the kitchen.

 

“Wh-what is this…”

The basement without a single light.

The boys who barely made it down the stairs are trembling.

Fear washes over them like waves.

Why.

‘Why do we have to go through this?’

They are chosen people.

Unlike public school students who are exposed to crimes like drugs, violence, and gun violence every day, they are chosen beings who eat and wear only good things and will live the white-collar life of lawyers or businessmen.

‘But why!’

“This is all because of you! If only you hadn’t suggested stealing money!”

“…Wow. You’re blaming me for this? You were happy to steal it too!”

“You’re the one who suggested it!”

“You bastard! Where are you! Are you here?!”

Thud! Thud thud!

“E-everyone be quiet…! He said he’d kill us. I don’t want to die…”

At those words, the sound of swinging arms stops.

“Sob! Mom…”

Crying echoes through the basement.

The boy who said those words wipes his flowing tears.

‘Why did I become friends with these guys!’

Unlike himself who was oppressed in everything, his friends were free.

That’s why he became close to them, but now he regrets it.

He resents his past self.

And he feels sorry for the boy who was kidnapped together because of them.

“A-are you there?”

“….”

“S-sorry. Because of us, this happened… W-what’s your name?”

“…Mason Moon.”

“Yeah. Moon. I’m Adam Kellner.”

However, Mason didn’t respond.

He just went further into the corner and hugged his knees.

‘Father, Mother.’

I want to go home.

Please save me.

Tears poured out from Mason’s eyes.

 

* * *

 

“Phew.”

Johann, who exited the library, grits his teeth.

Mason’s fear and terror shake his heart.

“No. Get a grip.”

At times like this, he must maintain cold rationality.

The fortunate thing is that the kidnapper doesn’t seem to have any immediate plans for Mason.

“Urine smell, shabby houses covered with vines.”

There are also houses surrounded by fences.

“Slum.”

Even if not a slum, it’s a neighborhood with poor security.

Johann’s eyes flash as he opens a map book.

‘The One Who Became a Star’ stares at the map.

“Speed was about 60. Went for about 10 seconds then turned left.”

Following what Mason heard and felt while trapped in the trunk, Johann’s hand moves.

Tap!

“…Found it.”

Johann stared intently at the neighborhood his finger pointed to.

 

“I barely know the name! I’m serious!”

Child kidnapping.

If he doesn’t break the unwritten rule among Black People of ‘don’t snitch on your comrades,’ he’ll take the blame for everything.

Drug dealing and child kidnapping accomplice. At least 40 years.

If even one of the boys dies, he might end his life in prison.

He had no choice but to tell everything he knew.

“That’s all you know?”

“Yes! What I just said is all I know!”

“Alright….”

Knock knock knock! Slam!

“Chief, we got a tip!”

“Put this bastard in the detention cell!”

“Yes!”

They rushed to the operations room.

“Where? Are you sure?”

“It’s a text sent to the 911 Center!”

Unknown sender number.

Unknown sender location.

But in the current situation, it contains the vehicle number and model that only the police officers know.

Even the current location where the vehicle is parked and the people living there.

 

That bastard is bringing some children into

the house so I’m reporting it.

 

“…Huh. There are still righteous people in this neighborhood.”

A neighborhood so dangerous that even police officers don’t patrol.

So even if people die inside, the police have no way of knowing.

“First send a patrol car to check, and if it’s right, immediately send all nearby patrol cars….”

“Wouldn’t sending a patrol car be too dangerous?”

“Who’s arguing with my words… Who are you?”

A White Man in His 40s with blonde hair and blue eyes.

“It seems like one of the kidnapped boys might be my son.”

The Chief’s eyes widened when he saw the business card the White Man handed him.

 

* * *

 

Swoosh!

Late evening, a car glides across the two-lane road.

Click!

A Black Man slightly opens and closes the blinds at the approaching headlight.

“Hmph. Well, those slow and stupid pig bastards wouldn’t be able to find me anyway.”

Police, the stupidest guys in the world.

Especially LA police would be stupider than police in any other American city.

Snorting, he sits on the sofa and gulps down alcohol.

“Keu.”

As the heat spreads from his throat to his stomach, the tension that had been taut from the headlight just moments ago relaxes.

His eyes begin to slowly close.

“Yaaawn.”

Is there any reason to hold out any longer.

The Black Man placed his gun-holding hand on his belly and lay down sliding, closing his eyes.

Not knowing that black-clothed grim reapers had surrounded his house.

 

Whoosh!

In the alley thick with darkness, where wind mixed with urine and filth scent passes.

Black silhouettes move toward one place.

-The target seems to be trying to sleep.

“Are the pigeons confirmed?”

-No. Not only pigeons, but no other people are visible either.

Meaning there’s no one inside the house except the kidnapper.

-Wait. Heat sources detected in the basement. At least two!

“…Copy.”

It seems like they’ve locked the victims in the basement.

‘This will be easy.’

The captain leading the SWAT team spoke toward his collar.

“All units to positions.”

-Copy.

-Roger.

Rustle!

Making only the sound of feet brushing against grass, SWAT members positioned themselves at the back door, kitchen window, and front door of a house.

Two leading members brought loaded shotguns to the two door hinges and the door handle.

-All positions ready.

The captain who nodded also readjusted his grip on his rifle.

“Three, two, one! Breach! Breach! Breach!”

Bang bang! Bang!

With the captain’s shout, the hinges and door handle shattered.

The lead member kicked through the falling door and aimed his gun toward the living room.

That was the moment.

“Damn it…”

The kidnapper jumped up at the sudden gunfire and turned his gun.

A desperate yet cruel death sentence was delivered to him.

“Fire!”

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

 

“Ahhh! Ahhhhh!”

All the boys including Mason covered their ears and screamed at the thunderous noise exploding above their heads.

When the gunfire stopped after a moment, their screams also stopped.

“Is, is it the police?”

“It, it might not be.”

From movies and dramas, criminals and gangs living in hoods like this always had hostile enemies.

It could be them who broke in.

They held their breath and stared at the basement door. Soon footsteps moving in various directions and shouts of “Clear!” began to ring out.

And then…

Creak!

“Police. Is anyone hurt?”

“…Waaahhhhh!”

They were rescued.

Mason and the boys, with their tension released, couldn’t help but burst into tears.

 

* * *

 

-Officer down! Officer down!

A call that an officer was down.

Suffocating silence descended on the operations room.

But it was only momentary.

“Dispatch ambulance to the field site immediately! Standby ambulance proceed to field site immediately!”

“Control road signals!”

An officer was injured.

Though it was still unknown whether it was fatal or not, they had to do everything they could.

The operations room was turned upside down, and the chief in charge of this case gritted his teeth and desperately waited for the next news.

How long had they waited like that.

-Four pigeons secured. All four pigeons are safe. Repeat.

“…Waaahhhhh!”

The operations room was turned upside down in a different way than before.

The chief urgently grabbed the microphone.

“Are all victims safe! Are there any injuries!”

-…No injuries found at present!

“Are you certain!”

-Just some minor scratches, they’re fine!

“Understood! Phewwww.”

Thank goodness.

A day that could have become more terrible than a nightmare.

A future that would have been horrific if even one victim had been hurt.

The chief who let out a long sigh looked to the side.

“Contact the guardians.”

Tell them all the children were rescued safely.

 

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