Chapter 5: Robbery

Words : 1943 Updated : Apr 24th, 2025

Hendrix took a stack of documents while the salesman looked at him dismissively and drove his new car away from the dealership. In the era he initially lived in, such an antique car was priceless, and Hendrix had only encountered it a few times in the military. So, even though it was his first time driving, the trip went smoothly as he hummed a tune. The songs he hummed were way ahead of this era's understanding. In the following days, Hendrix continued adjusting to this new era while working on his new car. Even though he bought a compact car, it wasn't comfortable enough for him, so turning the car into something that met his needs became crucial. In his original era, Hendrix was an elite. There wasn't much he hadn't learned, and the compact car was no big deal for him. In just over an hour, he understood the principles of all the car's components. After some time, he gained car modification skills that could rival those of any expert worldwide, despite never having practical experience. It wasn't that Hendrix was super bright. His knowledge was way more advanced since he came from the future. It was like someone who had always studied advanced mathematics suddenly doing simple arithmetic. Even if he had never done it before, mastering it posed no difficulty. Once Hendrix mastered car modification, he started a complete makeover of the compact car. Three days later, his beloved vehicle was thoroughly transformed, from the chassis and suspension to the engine and brakes—even the tires. The most significant change, however, was the comfort level. Outwardly, it still appeared to be an ordinary compact car, but Hendrix believed it surpassed even the most advanced limited-edition Porsches. During this time, Hendrix also fully grasped his identity. In Vela City, he co-owned a company with Linda and served as the vice president. He seldom visited the company, feeling utterly outclassed by the brilliant businesswoman Linda. Later, Hendrix drove into the city and parked in a quiet spot to buy some herbs for body training. Unexpectedly, a voice shattered his good mood. "Kid, hand over your wallet!" Startled by the voice, Hendrix spun around to see four young men with colored hair leaning against his new car. They brandished iron rods, grinning menacingly at him. Meanwhile, Hendrix noticed two more people approaching from the other end of the street, effectively trapping him. Never having dealt with this kind of thing, Hendrix looked at them curiously and asked, "Hand over my wallet? Why?" The young men hesitated at his words, then one swung his iron rod, snarling, "This is a robbery! Don't cooperate, and you'll regret it!" "I see." Hendrix chuckled, recalling from historical records that various crimes were rampant in the 21st century. He didn't expect to run into a robbery so soon after heading out. "Now you know, hand over the wallet, or you'll regret it," the leader continued to threaten as the thugs closed in, confident in their numerical advantage. While Hendrix was speaking, the thugs had already taken the opportunity to close in on him, silently surrounding him from all sides. With a clear advantage in numbers, they were full of confidence, believing that Hendrix would soon surrender and obediently hand over anything valuable he had on him. "I have money. Don't hurt me!" Hendrix feigned fear, asking, "How much do you need to let me go?" "As much as you have!" the thug growled. "Alright then." Hendrix opened his bulging wallet, saying, "I don't have much cash, just a few thousand dollars." "T-that's enough! H-hand it over!" The thugs, hoping for some cash, were delighted by this unexpected windfall. Even their leader was so surprised he stammered. "But I need this money to buy something," Hendrix said, amused by their greed. "I'm a few hundred short. Could you lend me some?" "You cheeky brat, messing with us!" The leader realized the mockery and shouted, "Get him, guys!" On command, the thugs rushed at Hendrix, eager to teach him a lesson. Hendrix's lips curled into a cruel smile. Even newly trained, his reflexes were several times faster than the thugs', and his muscle strength tenfold. To him, their movements were sluggish, like slow-motion scenes from a bad action movie. He didn't need martial arts. His speed and strength were enough to handle the thugs effortlessly. In less than a minute, all thugs but the leader were on the ground. Seeing his guys go down, the leader lunged with a knife aimed at Hendrix's gut. Realizing this was serious, Hendrix didn't hold back. He knocked the knife away with a swift palm strike and kicked the leader's arm. Using only a fraction of his strength, Hendrix's kick was enough to break the arm. With a nasty crunch, the leader screamed and fell, holding his arm. The thugs, shocked by Hendrix's ferocity, were terrified. They'd always relied on their numbers to extort some cash, never facing anyone like Hendrix. Now they were filled with fear. Hendrix stepped on the leader's face and coldly said, "With skills like this, you're trying to rob people?" "We... we didn't know any better!" Realizing they had messed with the wrong person, the leader whimpered, "We'll never oppose you again. Please spare us!" Hendrix sneered and pressed harder, not buying their sincerity. "What are you doing?" A woman's voice interrupted Hendrix's thoughts. He turned to see a policewoman striding toward him.

Chapter 5: Robbery

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