Episode 7 — Rogue Cop, Deadlier Cop
The Multiverse Police Headquarters felt different. Every officer's eyes followed him now—not whispering, not muttering—afraid.
Kairo Shin strolled through the lobby, boots sticky with blood he hadn't bothered to wash off. His cigarette smoke curled in the sterile air, a middle finger to every regulation in the book.
The intercom blared overhead.
"Attention. Officer Kairo Shin is hereby suspended, pending investigation. All officers are advised to keep distance. Effective immediately."
The announcement echoed through the halls.
Kairo smirked, blowing smoke. "Suspended, huh? Guess they're tired of paperwork after my body counts."
One rookie muttered too loud. "About time they fired that psycho—"
Kairo stopped, turning his cold eyes on him. The rookie froze, piss darkening his pants.
Kairo chuckled. "Relax, kid. You're not worth the tentacle." He walked on, calm as ever.
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The Bounty
Later, in the Commander's office, the truth came out. The old man poured whiskey, but his hands were heavy.
"They've declared you rogue, Shin. The brass slapped a bounty on your head across five galaxies. Any cop, any merc, any hunter—they see you, they'll take the shot."
Kairo leaned back, cigarette dangling. "Cute. Makes my job easier. Less paperwork if they all come to me."
The Commander scowled. "Don't be stupid. This isn't some back-alley dealer or nightclub full of rats. These are professionals. They'll throw everything at you."
Kairo smirked, calm. "Then I'll throw it back."
The Commander shook his head, but there was a grin beneath it. "You're a goddamn nightmare."
The Ambush
They didn't wait long.
That night, walking the lower districts, Kairo felt the shift in the air. Too quiet. Too empty.
Shadows moved on rooftops. Guns clicked in alleys.
"Bounty hunters," Kairo muttered, lighting a smoke. "Finally, some entertainment."
The first shot rang out, plasma sizzling past his ear. Kairo ducked, calm, exhaling smoke as tentacles exploded from his arms.
Dozens of mercs rushed from the dark—cyborgs with glowing blades, aliens with four arms and acid spit, ex-police officers with heavy rifles.
The street lit up in fire.
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The Blood Carnival
Kairo moved like smoke. Tentacles lashed out, ripping mercs in half, skewering through skulls, snapping spines. Blood sprayed across neon billboards, painting ads for perfume and politics in gore.
One hunter leapt at him with twin plasma blades. Kairo ducked, tentacle wrapping around his waist, squeezing until guts shot out his mouth like toothpaste.
Another fired rockets. Kairo smirked, flicked his tentacle like a whip—the rocket turned midair, slamming back into the shooter and vaporizing him in red mist.
A cybernetic merc screamed, "He's fucking immortal!"
Kairo laughed, calm. "No shit, genius."
Explicit Comedy
One alien hunter, desperate, threw a grenade. Kairo caught it with a tentacle, shoved it up the alien's ass, and walked away as it exploded.
The mercs screamed in horror.
Kairo exhaled smoke, muttering: "Ass-blasted across galaxies. That's one for the history books."
The last two hunters dropped their weapons, begging. "Please—we just wanted the bounty—"
Kairo tilted his head. "Congratulations. You got paid in exposure."
The tentacles split them open like piñatas.
[Assassinations Confirmed.]
[Level Up: 11.]
[Intelligence Increased.]
Kairo's brain sharpened again. He saw through the smoke, through the blood, into the layers of the conspiracy. He knew the brass who signed his bounty. He knew their names. Their addresses. Their weaknesses.
The board wasn't stacked against him anymore. He owned the board.
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The Visit
He didn't go into hiding. He didn't run. He walked straight into the Commissioner's Hall, blood still dripping, cigarette between his lips. Guards raised weapons. Officers shouted.
"Stop him!"
Tentacles lashed out, breaking rifles, snapping arms, dropping bodies in wet piles. Kairo strolled through the carnage like it was his living room.
In the council chamber, the brass sat at their polished table: captains, commissioners, generals. Their faces pale as Kairo kicked the doors open.
"Shin—what the fuck are you doing?!" one barked.
Kairo blew smoke, calm as ice. "Job interview. Position: your replacement."
One commissioner slammed his fist. "You've gone too far! You're a disgrace to the badge!"
Kairo chuckled, flicking ash on the table. "Badge? That little toy? I use it as a coaster."
The Massacre
Tentacles exploded, faster than the eye.
One commissioner's head popped like a balloon. Another was split from groin to skull, body sliding apart on the polished floor. Blood sprayed across the walls like graffiti.
A captain begged, dropping to his knees. "Please—I can pay you more than they ever could—"
Kairo grabbed him by the jaw, calm. "Money's boring. Screams are free."
The tentacle ripped his jaw clean off, blood spraying across the council table.
Another tried to run. Kairo whipped a tentacle through his spine, yanking him back screaming.
The chamber turned into a slaughterhouse. Brass who had ruled galaxies were reduced to meat in seconds.
[Crimes Resolved.]
[Assassinations Confirmed.]
[Level Up: 12.]
[Intelligence Increased.]
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The Commander's Reaction
Later, in his office, the Commander poured two glasses of whiskey, eyes gleaming.
"You just killed half the chain of command, Shin."
Kairo sipped calmly. "Correction: I just promoted myself."
The Commander laughed, deep and dark. "You're not a cop anymore. You're a goddamn executioner."
Kairo smirked. "Call me whatever you want. Just don't call me late to a massacre."
The Anti-Hero's War
That night, Kairo stood on the roof again, cigarette glowing in the wind. His intelligence burned sharper than ever, mapping out the next moves, the next betrayals. The department was fractured, bloody, terrified.
He wasn't hiding. He wasn't running. He was hunting.
The Multiverse Police had declared him rogue.
Now he was declaring war.
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[Current Level: 12 | Intelligence Status: Beyond tactical. Predictive to the point of clairvoyance. Every betrayal is seen before it happens. Cold, ruthless, untouchable.]