Windsor, Berkshire, England

Steve was full-on agitated, raised his head quickly, and looked in the direction of the source of danger.

A fire suddenly burst. A rocket blasted like fireworks and with an earth breaking roar.

"RPG Incoming!"

Steve said out loud as he saw his comrades truck burst into flame and exploded. He squeezes the handle when he grabbed the steering wheel and twisted fiercely.

‘’Squeshhh’’

The sudden sharp turn made the box of the gold brush against the back seats.

With another Bang, the roaring rockets grazed the window of the off-road vehicle. The heat alone smoked the window black. There was a flurry of a loud explosion, and the explosion lifted a cloud of smoke in the silent farm zone of Windsor town. Dust and hot airwave from the rocket swept out again, melting the car frame, smashing the rear window as well.

He took a turn to the right into an alley. Steve shouted at the middle-aged man who was next to him.

"Hixson!"

With one foot on the brakes, Steve turned his head and shouted at Hixson

"Take your share and get off" If one encountered a rocket attack in a narrow alley, no one would survive. The fear alone would drive a normal man mad.

"Any gun boss? I’ll pay you back" Hixson said, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Steve quickly opened the storage box in his Getaway car, took out a pistol and threw it to Hilton "Protect yourself and before you get caught, use it!" Steve said seriously with a stern look

Steve took another pistol along with a bag of gold he filled to the brim. After getting off the car, Steve glances at Hixson and he rushed into the drain on the side of the alley a few meters away.

The gun magazine was full, twenty rounds. I hope those bastards come close. Otherwise, the range of this pistol would not let me bring out my skills.

At this time, Steve heard roars of engines. Facing a group of gangsters with automatic rifles, Steve would die no matter how much skill he is with a gun.

In Steve tense gaze, a rocket fired at his Getaway car

"BOOM" There was an explosion, and the car burst into flames and blown to shreds, and countless parts were scattered.

Not looking back, Steve started running with his pistol held and arrived at the other side of the alley, turning a sharp right toward the residential zone, planning to hide.

Steve kept advancing along the dark road trying to blend into the shadows turning his head backwards every minute to see whether the Gangster was close or not.

At this moment, six gangsters holding rifles, shotguns, and machetes rushed out from the curved street in front.

Steve looked at the group of gangsters rushing toward him. He felt nervous, annoyed, and also hot, his heart rate started rising as the adrenaline was release in fast doses. He didn't know how to describe it, but it was a feeling he got every time his life was on the line.

Steve knew he was not Superman, and a shot to the head meant his death. But growing up in a family of killers, he learned a thing or two.

"Fortunately, the shadow of night will help"

Steve took a deep breath and muttered

‘’Kill or be killed."

Alright, this road is 16 meters wide, and the accurate range of this pistol is only 50 meters. I have to wait for the Gangster to be within it's precise range before I can shoot.

After waiting for a moment in silence, Steve stretched out his hand in the direction of the Gangsters, mapping their location into his brain.

"Bang! Bang!"

At this time "Hixson" Who he thought had left, came out from behind the Gangsters, gun blazing. He had already fired a couple of shots.

"Dieeee Assholes!" Hixson yelled toward the darkness. Stepping side to side like a clown, was this useful. It depends on your imagination.

"Crazy Motherfucker! You’ll pay for this! Fire boys!" The leading Ganster shouted, he was a bald man with a skull tattoo on his head.

The unexpected sneak attack has been successful, and, Hixson shot a gangster dead with these projectiles and injured some others.

Not wasting this opportunity. Steve fire two shots at the gangsters, one headshot and the other no so lucky, it puncture the neck of a man with an bleach Afro. A slow dead, unlike his friend.

"Da…da…da!"

"Boom!"

The gangsters started to fight back, gunfire rang out and bullets flew all over the sky. Hixson didn't want to be killed, so he took to cover the moment he stopped firing, jumping into the drains.

One gangster wearing a suit with tattoo on his head, didn't let his man continue to waste bullets. But split them into two groups and then from both sides one team headed for Steve and the other Hixson.

Slowly, Steve raised the pistol and aimed at the two gangsters who's equipped with shotguns. Steve visually checked the distance, judging the range and their weapons ranged as well.

When the two gangsters entered the 20-meter range, Steve held the gun in both hands and aimed his sight at the Gangsters.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Single-shot mode, fire four shots in a row. As soon as the gunshots sounded both gangsters hurriedly jump to the ground.

Each one of them was hit by two bullets, piercing their abdomen and torso. Even if the pistol is less lethal than a shotgun, the blood loss alone can kill. Within a precise range of 50 meters, even if Steve was not familiar with the gun in his hand, he could still maintain a very high hit rate.

Steve sudden attack attracted the attention of the gangster on the opposite side. This creates a good opportunity for the middle-aged man.

"Hudson!". Steve shouted

‘’Nicely done Boss!’’

Hixson quickly raised his gun and fired at the two gangsters who turned their backs. At the same time, Steve who had shifted his position also raised his gun and aimed at the direction of the shadow from afar.

"Boom boom..."

"Boom boom..."

Steve and Hixson shot almost simultaneously.

This time, Steve adopted a burst mode, holding the pistol horizontally, and while the muzzle bounced, the burst of bullets fired like rain.

Not a single one of the remaining bullets hit, but they made for a good distraction but in the process, he was shot through his left shoulder, completely lost control of his gun, but the two gangsters were soon knocked dead to the ground from behind.

"Boss you alright?"

After knocking down the gangsters, Hixson got up and shouted in Steve direction.

‘’I will live. You did good’’ Steve said while he bandages his wound using the clothes of the dead gangster.

‘’Run!’’ Steve shouted as he heard sirens from afar, someone must have called the police. His wound bandage, but still leaking blood.

They were now in the residential area, a wealthy neighbourhood. Namely, because of the sheer size of the villas and mansions everywhere.

After walking for while Hixson spotted a villa that was two floors high, with walls they could easily jump, even with one arm.

……………………………………………………………………

Damon just took a bath and was researching Star Dust paying little to no attention to his world. Using Star Dust not only made him stronger but also increase his hunger. Making him eat twice as much as he did before, luckily he had his world for food.

In his living room, the TV was on, as he had heard guns shot from nearby he got curious, this zone hardly had criminals and thieves, as the locals hired security guards to patrol day in and day out. The only noise he would hear was a late-night party or helicopters passing from above.

Damon heard his doorknob pry down, even though he was two rooms away Star Dust had an amazing effect on his five senses.

A look of annoyance appeared on his face. But inside he was happy as he would have his chance on testing his new skills. He could hear two people talking from outside.

‘’Boss, the door is locked, fuck, thought rich people leave their doors open, like in them movies.'' Hixson said, he was tired. Sweating between his roles of fat, with a bag of gold on his bag. Adding extra weight, causing his body to feel heavy.

Steve ignored him and stood in front of the wooden door, taking one step back he kicks it open.

‘’Dimwit, we are thieves, this is no story but reality, remember my words, and you'll probably live till your 60's’’ He mocked, maybe, his face stayed the same, no emotion at all.

‘’Will do Boss’’ Hixson nodded, as if not understanding Steve memo.

As the door burst open, Damon stood in the corridor smiling ‘’Welcome guest’’ he said while closing his arms around his chest. His back against the wall.

''Soon you’ll be the guest, kiddo'' Steve said pointing his gun at Damon, eyes cold as ice, as if he had been born like that. Taking a step inside and noting at Hixson to close the door, they soon reach Damon.

‘’Your gun is empty no need to play games, I can also see you’re injured. I can fix that.’’ Damon said with a gentle smile. He was not scared at all, if it was him from before, he would have flee the moment he hears the door pry opened.

Steve stared at him ‘’Hixson, ruff him up a bit’’ Steve said while stepping forward but he stopped as he saw Hixson flying toward him like a rocket but much curvetious and bigger. Then there was darkness.

Damon kicked Hixson with a Star Dust hardened high kick sending him soaring onto his friend, slamming themselves at the wall. Out cold, he took their guns and these guns somewhere in Gaia’s seas.

He also Nurses that eagle eye man back to health. Using Star Dust Damon send the energy into his gun wound and the 3-inch bullet hole was closed up not even a scar was left.

Waking up in a strange room Steve look beside him and he saw Hixson drooling. Steve felt light-headed as he last remembers something flying onto him but afterwards, only darkness.

‘’Morning guest’’ Damon said, his eyes glowing.

Steve look at this teenager with uncertainty, he not only beat them cold, but his gun wound has disappeared completely. Anyone would say impossible in this day and age. Not even the most advanced health care can heal wound this quickly and this clean. And not only did this teenager not report them to the authorities, but he also helps them out. Something felt off about him.

‘’Who are you’’ Steve asked

‘’Call me Damon, just your everyday guy, but Mr Thieve do you want power.’’