Chapter 10 - 10 Gray and The Team (1/2)

The sounds of bullets ricocheting off the thick ox hide of Rho Aias echoed throughout the private airport. The Noble Phantasm and Conceptual Weapon that was an absolute defense against any thrown weapon.

If it could block the blows from legendary heroes like Odysseus and Hector it could block a few measly projectiles such as bullets.

Gray swung his massive diamond shaped shield with enough force to send three men flying over a dozen meters away. The power behind the shield exceeded Achilles strength when Gray had his Rider Class Card installed.

'As expected of a Trojan Hero. The Greeks never do cease to impress me', thought Gray.

This world was heavily influenced by Greek culture.

Not just the philosophy and legends that came out of it, but the people.

Gods like Zeus and Ares were immortal beings that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years before mankind ever created the first building on Earth. Wonder Woman and the other Amazonian warriors were semi-immortal beings that didn't age.

They were around antiquities made flesh and blood.

And their power was unmistakable.

Leaping up in the air, Gray slammed his shield onto the wing of the massive cargo plane, disabling its engines. Making his way to the ċȯċkpit, he punched his way through the glass and pulled the pilot out of his seat, throwing him over to the pile of unconscious bodies several feet away from him.

He wiped his hands and sighed as Gray noted the large amount of empty rounds lying on the floor. Not a single one being able to even dent his shield, let alone pierce his heavy armor.

”I suppose even this is too much. I hardly even got a challenge from these guys.....”.

Gray uninstalled the Shielder Class Card and made his way through the cargo plane to the large storage area in the back. How even the Falcone Crime Family came across such a plane was something that Gray didn't want to find out.

'Money makes the world go around I suppose....'.

”Holy shit!”.

It wasn't just a few bags of money being transported into Gotham City tonight, it was a literal block of bills stacked upon each other and wrapped in a tight plastic. Every bill had a small one hundred in the corner, and was at least a meter tall and a meter wide just from a quick glance.

A rough estimate by Gray landed the stack of cash at about 7 million dollars.

It was greater than his original score by over twenty times.

He looked down at the bag in his hand and sighed.

”I'm gonna need a bigger bag”.

Gray spent close to half an hour transporting the bills into a large truck which he ”borrowed” from one of the criminals he knocked out.

He didn't use one of the Class Cards to speed the process up, as they all thought it was beneath them to be used for such a mundane purpose.

All the criminals found themselves tied up to one another, their mouths taped over and all their clothing removed. All of their clothing.

Gray didn't particular want to see over 50 armed men nȧkėd on this cloudy Gotham evening, but thought of sweet poetic justice at the sight of their squirming.

Just as he closed the large door to the truck, a familiar whirring sound echoed in the distance. Although he hadn't installed any Class Card, the changes that Gray's body was undergoing as a result of the Cards was unknown to him. Only the physical changes were noticeable.

He jumped to the right several feet and avoided a metal bat shaped boomerang collide with the back of the truck.