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The first signs of an anomaly is the bodies sprawled across the lobby of the now closed bank. It is nearing midnight and this part of the town is usually empty due to it being a high security area because of the many banks around. What is alarming is that the bank is closed from outside, locked so that no one can enter but all the security guards are now unconscious. Only a lone gas of can rolls around emitting weak sprays of colored gas.
The only conscious person within the bank is a tall brunette wearing a gas mask over another stylish mask so that his face is hidden. That’s right, the vigilante known as Mr. Max is currently robbing the last bank in the area and no one is aware of it. After completing the heist Mr. Max leaves his signature empty wrapper of snacks so that the police will know that he had evaded them yet again.
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The next day, the town newspaper reports how Mr. Max had robbed 6 banks overnight to take the most valuable item from each bank. Each bank had been robbed of the most valuable item, nothing less, nothing more.
Jung Yunho, who had been chasing Mr. Max for years now had been furious when he first got the call in the early morning.
His visits to the crime scenes didn’t give any results as Mr. Max had been his meticulous self and had only left one empty snack wrapper. That bastard.
The chase has been continuing for the past 3 years since when he was a junior detective in his division. His then mentor had asked Yunho to be included in the team, and since then Jung Yunho had chase the criminal across the globe on his various crime sprees.
The weird thing about Mr. Max was that he was very picky and he liked to make sure that the police knew what he did. Also he was the only supervillain the police has zero information on. The police never had a single clue about him.
Jung Yunho had done everything he could come up with and still had to report his failures every time. By the time he had become the leader of his own team, he had made it his life’s mission to apprehend Mr. Max. He knew his juniors had a bet going on about how long it would take and how it would happen, but he didn’t care. The justice will be served and one could only avoid law for so long.
With a sigh Jung Yunho makes his way to the briefing room. The day must go on.
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The best thing about being a super villain is seeing the police scramble around trying to find you when you finish a heist successfully. Mr. Max aka one Shim Changmin has been playing the police like a harp and they are still as incompetent as ever.
After storing his most recent possessions in his underground vault Shim Changmin emerges to his family living room. The Shims were old money and Changmin was cursed/blessed with a sharp but a very cunning mind since he was young.
After being bored with his family business he had promptly appointed a very competent CEO and took the mask. Life has been very interesting and thrilling for him since then. He cannot say the same for the city’s police force.
A look into the monitors which gives him a live feed of the police quarters show him that a meeting is currently underway briefing his last night adventure. As usual they only have facts to present and no clue on his alter-ego. Satisfied he places an order for his breakfast through the intercom and pads to the dining room. He has a CEO to monitor.
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It is after a few months and Changmin had his next adventure planned. The town is hosting a jewellery exhibition. It is boasting about displaying the biggest diamond and it had been advertised for the past few weeks.
But the twist is that it is actually a trap set up by the police. Jung Yunho may be a good cop but he is also naively predictable. So Changmin had taken this opportunity to plan the robbery he had been dreaming of for the past few months. The town’s museum stands right across the police station and the smallest disturbance would definitely alert the police. But with them accompanied somewhere Changmin is free to rob the place and take the artifact he had been eyeing for a long time.
Planning the robbery is fun, but executing is a delicate matter. Everything has to be done in minute details and there is no time for errors. Good thing Changmin is a genius as well as has the physical strength. He had made sure everything was going according to the plan and double checked that the police otherwise occupied by hiring someone else to hit the jewellery exhibition. Jung Yunho will get the robbery he hoped but not the criminal.
Cackling at what his face would look like Changmin circles the glass case holding the artifact. He had triple checked that all the alarms are disarmed and had laid down the tools he will need to open the glass case. The only thing remaining is to open the case so he makes sure his gloves are on and picks up the tool to cut a circle.
Just as he is about to touch the glass a sound alerts him to a presence behind him. On instinct he drops the tool and ducks to the right. A fist misses him by inches and he rounds up and faces the person who disturbed him.
What he sees in front of him makes him take a look again. The person? Is wearing a fur coat suspiciously looking as if taken from the early civilization display and wearing blotched and drawn on sneakers. The gloves look like they came from the modern day exhibit.
“Are you seriously wearing an aztec mask?” Changmin voices. The person standing in front him pauses as if deliberating what to say and Changmin continues “You know I would have taken you more seriously if you at least made sure your costume was at the very least matching in color, but this get up is too pathetic” and swings his fist in a heavy punch.
The other person goes crashing into a warrior display and seems to have been knocked out. So Changmin scoffs and turns back to his work at hand. He cannot let a passer-by-just-puny-nobody thwart his plans. It takes sometime to cut the glass and make sure the artifact is safe to lift out of the casing. While he is focused in that the other person stirs from where they are lying and seems to be coming around. Changmin rolls his eyes and lets the artifact rest in the casing. He will just have to make sure the other person stays unconscious so he picks up his neuro stungun and rounds up to where the other person is.
Now that he takes a second ( third ?) look there is some black hair sticking out from the back of the mask. Surprisingly the cape is still there but the person is touching his head. So he grabs the other person’s hand and helps him up but doesn’t let go and twists the arm so that the person is unable to move and brings the stungun to his neck.
“You know, you are the first one to actually see me with your own eyes, but I’m furious that it had to be someone so lousy like you. Like, you don’t even have a proper costume, nor do you have any experience in fighting it seems, but you actually came across me. Now, I don’t know whether it was your luck or your bad luck but I plan to complete my plan so” says Changmin and starts to press but
“Are… Are you gonna kill me” a hesitant voice whispers seemingly on the verge of crying and Changmin is so surprised he accidentally releases the stun shot and the boy ( for fuck’s sake he sounds so young, what the fuck Shim Changmin what did you do, what if the dose is too much for him oh my God did you kill him ) collapses.
It’s as if Changmin is the one stunned as he looks from the gun in his hand to the collapsed heap at his feet in turn and swears loudly. Crouching down he removes the kid’s mask and he is even more surprised. The kid he hoped is at least a little bit older doesn’t look a day older than thirteen and he panics trying to find a pulse.
“What the fuck kind of parents lets their child go frolicking around the city, what the fuck Changmin did you do. Oh my God he is not breathing, oh my God I overdosed him. He is so young I swear when I find his parents I will make sure the Child Care will be on their asses for the next ten years. Oh my god please breathe oh god” Changmin lowers his head to the kid’s chest and a weak heart beat sounds in his ear.
Making sure that the kid is alive ( oh my god thank god. I swear Yoochun if you knew about the Kid I will kick your ass to the next century ) he props his head on the fur cape folded into a makeshift pillow. A quick search through the kid’s belongings ( Seriously who ever brings their ID when they go to fight? ) identifies the kid as Kim Jaejoong, surprisingly 17 and attending one of the city’s less popular high schools. Kim Jaejoong is sporting a bruise on his left cheek from Changmin’s earlier punch and this increases his guilt even more. He sighs again putting his head in his hands.
After a couple of minutes, Changmin gets up and collects all his equipment along with the artifact he came for in the first place ( What? He is a super villain after all! ). A last look at Jaejoong to make sure the kid will be ok he exits the museum through the storage underground.
He has a visit to one Park “Micky” Yoochun to sort out.