Rey's body was as tough as a vampire's, but there was a fundamental difference.
Vampires are dead things. They don't fear guns. Unless you use garlic, vervain, or chop off their heads, they basically won't die.
Rey was different. He was a living person made of flesh and blood. If he was hit by a bullet, he believed he would still get hurt. After all, no matter how powerful he was, he wasn't Superman who could passively deflect bullets.
However, with his current strength and speed, while he might not be as agile as a movie spy, it would be difficult for an average person to hit him with a gun.
Robbery is a technical skill. Even robbing Muggle gangs requires technique.
Rey left the pub after busing tables during the busiest time of the evening.
At the Leaky Cauldron, Rey was free. Tom generally didn't interfere much, only occasionally asking out of concern.
Stepping out of the pub, the old Charing Cross Road was still very quiet.
On this old street, there were many pedestrians during the day, but very few at night. Adhering to the principle of "don't shit where you eat," Rey took a bus and left the area.
Every city has a dark side, and the darkest parts are often hidden beneath a glamorous exterior.
Dazzling neon lights, disco music... in the 80s, nightclubs were places for young people to release their passion. They were also cradles for crime.
It was the same in Rey's previous life—drug abuse, sexual assault, and a series of other crimes bred in such places. It's just that the further back in time you go, the deeper the darkness is hidden.
Young people love to run to these places seeking momentary sensory stimulation. But often, after one or two times, it brings lifelong regret.
Rey didn't like these places in his previous life, and he felt the same in this one.
Soho was London's commercial entertainment center and the top choice for nightlife.
There were countless bars, nightclubs, dance halls, and strip clubs here. Of course, there were also underground casinos and the like.
People who could open shops here, especially the top few, were undoubtedly the most involved with local criminal forces. There was no doubt about that.
Coming here, if you just ducked into any dark corner, you could definitely see idle thugs and streetwalkers.
Some places looked dilapidated on the outside but were resplendent on the inside, no worse than a palace. Inside, nine times out of ten, it was a scene of debauchery.
With such a large area and so many businesses, the cash flow was definitely an unimaginable amount. Therefore, underground vaults definitely existed.
These underground vaults weren't like banks. Maybe they were just inconspicuous warehouses, at most with a few more armed guards.
In this area, gang forces were mixed, but Rey didn't need to sort out their backgrounds. His goal was to take the money of evil forces; as for who they were, it didn't matter. Because no matter who they were, they were a scourge that should be eradicated.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Rey got off the bus far away. Then he hid in the shadows and traveled across the dense rooftops.
Standing on the roof, looking down at the dimly lit street, he felt like he was watching an American TV show from his previous life.
The stronger the ability, the greater the change in mentality. Even looking at the armed lackeys on the street below, Rey felt a sense of disregard, like he could handle them in minutes.
This was the feeling of being transcendent.
For the robbery, Rey only wanted to do it once and get enough money. He didn't want to attract the attention of the upper echelons of society, and he certainly didn't want to catch the eye of the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic.
It's better not to get contaminated with unnecessary trouble. Even if his ability was strong, there was no need to look for suffering.
A wizard with magic definitely has much stronger spiritual power than an average person. Because spiritual power can be said to be the source of magic, and people with strong spiritual power are never weak in observation.
While Rey was overlooking the street from the roof of a building over ten stories high, a person wearing a gray tracksuit with a hood entered his view.
He was tall and walked not fast, but with strong purpose, showing no hint of being a thug or lackey.
Thirty meters in front of the hooded man, a black man was sitting and reclining. Wearing earrings and a headscarf, he had an armed man standing on his left and right. This reclining black man was Rey's target; he had been watching him for several days.
This person should be a small leader under some gang, distributing drugs. Once a certain amount was reached, Rey believed he would send the money to a designated place. As long as he followed him, Rey could find the underground vault.
As usual, there was a small stand in front of the black man with many pills on it, likely drugs. Occasionally, young people would walk up to him, whisper a few fearful words, put down money, and take a small bag.
The hooded man walked straight up to the reclining black man, then asked two questions, seemingly confirming the other's identity.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, before anyone was prepared, the hooded man instantly pulled out a gun and fired two shots at the black man.
One shot to kill, the second seemingly just for insurance to ensure the target was dead.
The sudden event stunned everyone. By the time the people next to him reacted, the man had pulled the trigger again, and the man on the right fell to the ground, shot. As for the one on the left, seeing things go south, he fired a shot wildly.
The hooded man squatted down to dodge while shooting. Perhaps because the remaining man didn't aim, the hooded man dodged the first shot, and his subsequent return fire hit the opponent.
Three people taken out by one.
The whole process wasn't as fluid as a hitman in a movie; they were all ordinary people. The hooded man who killed was ordinary, and the three black drug dealers were ordinary too.
It was just that the killer was bold and didn't hesitate. And precisely because he didn't hesitate and seized the initiative, he succeeded.
It was thrilling just now. The hooded man's dodge was subconscious. If his luck had been slightly worse, or if the last man hadn't panicked so much, the one who died might have been him.
Gunshots rang out, but didn't cause much of a stir in this noisy area.
After confirming the target was dead, the hooded man didn't take the money or drugs from the small stand; he just jogged away. After he left, a few bold addicts immediately rushed up, grabbed a few bags of drugs and money, and left in a panic.
The target he had tracked for a long time was inexplicably taken out. This gave Rey a sense of frustration.
Intuition told Rey this wasn't a turf war between gangs.
If it were really a turf war, the killer wouldn't have come alone. Moreover, that money and drugs should have been cleaned out and taken away.
Out of curiosity about this person and the inexplicable frustration in his heart, Rey secretly followed the hooded man jogging away.
Three people were shot here. Rey believed the police would appear to block this street before long. The target was already taken out; why stay if not leaving now?
The hooded man jogged into the next street, stopped at the corner of a dumpster, and opened a bundled black garbage bag.
These should be clothes he had prepared in advance.
He skillfully changed into the clothes, threw his original set into the bag, tied it up, and threw it into the dumpster.
A man about fifty years old, completely bald, with many traces of age on his face. Dressed in a black suit and leather shoes; although he had no hair, he didn't look vicious at all.
He seemed to be middle class. After changing clothes, he looked left and right, then walked into the subway station on the next street.
Having followed him to this point, Rey gave up.
He didn't need to create extra problems. There were many such targets in this area; just pick another one, no need to get to the bottom of this.
A bad start.
Rey took the Knight Bus back to the Leaky Cauldron, went into his room, and fell asleep immediately.
Trying to rob money, trying to get enough money in one go, seemed not so simple after all.
Without an informant, there was no accurate source of information. To know the underground vault of a major power, one could only follow the small leaders and trace the vine to the melon to find the vault.
"Once I find it, I'll empty it in one go. With the Undetectable Extension Charm bag, carrying the money shouldn't be a problem."
After setting this small goal, Rey fell asleep in a hurry. He had to find another target tomorrow. Hopefully, it would go smoothly this time.