Plundering Everything I Want

At 8 PM, Tristan arrived at the pub as planned. 

Initially, he thought it would be a one-person treat, but upon arrival, he realized he was overthinking.

The entire tactical squad was present there, making it clear it was a group celebration.

"Hey, Barry! You're here early." 

Tristan greeted him with a smile. He was quite familiar with the tactical team.

"It's not early, it's evening already."

Barry glanced at him calmly. He was a man of few words, serious, and carried a strong sense of justice. He hadn't liked Tristan at first but had come to respect him after seeing him in action. 

They seem to have more in common than he thought—different methods, but the same end goals.

As they talked, someone else walked in. Jill arrived, dressed casually yet provocatively.

She wore a tube-top vest that hugged her body, suspenders around her neck, a short skirt, and high boots that made her look both youthful and striking. She had a towel around her waist, probably from a recent workout.

The whole outfit reminded him of her character's standard look in the game.

Seeing her dressed so seductively, Tristan's eyes lit up. 

'The bitch does have some capital.'

Barry, noticing Tristan's reaction, chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. 

"If you're interested, go for it. Don't waste time and regret it later."

Tristan didn't hesitate. With a confident smile, he walked over to Jill, his posture firm and brimming with energy.

"Hey, Jill. You look amazing tonight."

Jill returned his smile. 

"Nothing compared to some of the women out on the street."

"In my eyes, you're the most beautiful one here," Tristan replied smoothly, gesturing towards the bar. 

"How about we grab a drink together?"

Jill hesitated for a split second but then nodded. 

"Sure." 

After all, Tristan had saved her earlier that day. Though she didn't particularly like him, she couldn't ignore the gratitude she felt.

Tristan smirked inwardly. His plan was simple and clear—tonight, he was going to get Jill drunk.

Both of them sat down, and Tristan ordered a couple of strong cocktails. As the drinks arrived, he casually leaned back.

"You know," he began, his voice deep. "Life has always been messy for me as an orphan. I had to grow up quickly and learn the hard way how brutal reality can be. But instead of letting it destroy me, I resisted. I wasn't going to let life win. I refuse to die without a fight—"

Jill listened intently, sipping her drink, her eyes showing that she was warming up to him, if only a little. 

She was no stranger to tough circumstances herself, and Tristan's words struck a chord with her, causing her impression of him to shift ever so slightly.

Across the room, Barry quietly stopped anyone who attempted to approach Tristan and Jill. He was happy to help bring this good couple together.

"So, you've been through a lot… I think I misjudged you." She lifted her glass toward him. "A toast, then."

Tristan raised his glass to hers, their eyes locking for a moment.

"To be honest, you're not wrong to be cautious. People aren't always what they seem. But getting to know someone is the only way to see if they're human… or a monster." 

His voice lowered as he added, "You're not just beautiful, Jill. You're strong, independent, and damn heroic. I admire that. I admire you."

Surprised, Jill blinked, slightly taken aback by his directness. But there was no denying the confidence in his voice, and for the first time that night, she didn't mind the attention.

She gently stroked her hair, the soft gesture highlighting her femininity. 

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm not really thinking about having a boyfriend right now."

In response, Tristan simply smiled, as if appreciating her honesty. 

"I respect that. I admire your straightforwardness. Even if there's no chance right now, we can still be friends. I don't want to be a hero, but I'm not interested in being a villain either. With you around, I'll stick to my principles." 

He kept it casual, knowing better than to expect immediate results.

Jill chuckled, raising her glass. 

"You're an interesting guy." 

They clinked their drinks together, gradually finishing off several glasses of cocktails.

Tristan had prepared ahead of time, not only by consuming yogurt but also by placing a small alum stone between his gums and cheek to keep himself sober.

However, after so long, Jill was starting to feel tipsy, and her head was spinning slightly.

Subconsciously, she found herself attracted to Tristan's down-to-earth experiences. 

She was deeply fascinated by the story of his rise from a street orphan to a gangster and eventually a patrolman.

Time passed happily, and after a few more rounds, Jill was clearly affected by the alcohol. 

Noticing this, Tristan pretended to be the same and glanced at his watch. 

"It's getting late. Let me take you home—you should get some rest."

"No need," Jill waved him off, her head buzzing. "I can get back on my own."

But how could Tristan give up so easily? 

"Don't be a kid, Jill. I'd feel better knowing you got home safe. We're friends, and it's only right for me to see you back. Plus, I'm headed the same way and have a few things to take care of afterward."

Hearing this, Jill didn't press further, her mind clouded by the drinks. 

"Alright, fine."

Not wanting to risk driving, Tristan called a taxi to take Jill home. She lived in a small, affordable one-bedroom apartment with a modest living room and kitchen.

When they arrived outside her building, Jill turned, offering a sleepy smile. 

"Thanks for the ride. I'll head up."

"Goodnight." 

Tristan started to walk away, then suddenly stopped and turned back. 

"Wait, Jill."

"What is it?"

She also turned back, puzzled.

Tristan paused then shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. 

"I hate to ask, but can I use your bathroom real quick? It's urgent."

"Pfft~Hahahaha…"

Unexpectedly, the drunk Jill burst out laughing. To her at this moment, the scene of this big bad gang leader needing the toilet was more amusing than it should have been. 

"Sure, come on up."

'Success!'

Tristan cheered inwardly. Getting into her house meant that more than 50% of his plan had gone smoothly.

Once inside, he headed straight for the bathroom. As he unzipped, a smirk crossed his face. 

His thick, long cock swung free. Tonight, he was going to eat this bitch clean!

In the living room, Jill lit a cigarette, taking a long puff as she sat down with a beer bottle by her side. 

"You done? You can head out now."

But Tristan didn't leave. Instead, he casually grabbed the beer and took a swig. 

"Thanks for the drink."

Jill didn't pay him much attention, walking to the bathroom herself. 

"Yeah, no problem."

As soon as she left, Tristan stood up casually and opened the fridge.

He quickly pulled out a small packet filled with white powder—a powerful sleeping drug. 

Opening some water bottles, he secretly mixed the powder and swirled the liquid until it dissolved.

Then he sat back and did the same to another bottle of beer.

Not long later, Jill came back, still tipsy and swaying slightly. 

"Why are you still here?"

"We've still got a little time. Sit down for a minute, relax," Tristan said, handing her the drugged beer with a grin. "Want a drink?"

However, Jill, not in the mood for more alcohol, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge instead. 

"I'm done for the night. I feel dizzy. Just lock the door when you leave."

She had no idea the water bottle was also tampered with.

'Perfect! Now, my dear Jill, who will save you from me? Hehehe'