I Got Fired, So I Built the Strongest Crime Syndicate Chapter 10: Chapter 10

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"I've got an idea..." Joon glanced at him, already half-smiling, as if he knew it was going to be something stupid. "That never leads to anything good," he said, shifting the duffel on his shoulder. "What are you thinking?" Jin didn't answer right away. His eyes were already drifting back toward the house they had just walked away from, the quiet street sitting there as if nothing had happened. "…We go back to the house." Joon turned fully towards Jin. "…We just left." "I know." "And now you want to go back?" Jin nodded slightly, calm about it. "…Yeah." Joon stared at him for a second, then let out a short laugh. "Are you serious?" Jin glanced at him. "Well, your question gave me an idea." Joon rubbed the back of his neck, looking down the street, then back toward the house. "…We're on a timer." "I know." "They could be back any minute." "I know." Joon narrowed his eyes slightly. "…And you still want to go back." Jin didn't hesitate. "…We need to." A pause. Joon studied him for a second, then sighed. "…Alright, sell it to me." Jin took a step back, turning slightly so he was now fully facing the direction of the house. "If we're actually doing this," he said, voice steady, "we can't just hit the place and disappear." Joon crossed his arms, listening. "We need people to know it wasn't some random robbery." "…Go on." Jin glanced at him. "We leave something behind." Joon's expression shifted slightly; he was clearly starting to like the idea. "…A message." Jin nodded. "Exactly." Joon let out a quiet breath, then smirked. "…Yeah, that's actually not bad." Jin raised an eyebrow. "Not bad? I thought you'd love it." Joon shrugged. "It's a bit risky..." "But?" "But…" Joon's grin widened just a little, "I do love the idea." He adjusted the duffel bag again. "…We just can't take too long to get it done." Jin smirked. "Deal." Joon pointed at him. "If I say we leave, we leave." "Fair." "…Alright then." Joon turned. "Let's go make a statement." The walk back to the house felt different; he didn't feel as bad as he did earlier, and the thought of getting a mysterious reward felt exhilarating. Joon approached first this time, glancing around quickly before stepping up to the door. "…Still clear." Jin nodded. "Good." They slipped back inside, and Joon dropped the duffel bag near the entrance, rolling his shoulders slightly. "Alright," he muttered, "what kind of message are we leaving?" "Something that'll be hard to ignore..." "Like?" Jin thought about it, but finally landed on something solid. "If we could find some paint, we could make a mess of a wall." Joon let out a quiet laugh, already moving to search for anything that could be used to paint the walls. "Now thats an idea I can get behind." Jin moved through the living room, scanning shelves, cabinets, and anything that looked like it could hold tools or supplies. Joon headed toward the back, opening doors and cabinets like he owned the place. "The kitchen's clean," Joon called out. "Check storage," Jin replied. "Already on it." Drawers opened. Cabinets shifted. The quiet house filled with small sounds of movement again. Then finally, when Jin was about to give up, he heard Joon shout. "Found something." Jin turned toward the voice and followed it into a small side room. Joon stood there holding up a can of spray paint "…You've got to be kidding me, I haven't seen those things in years," Jin muttered. Joon laughed. "Rich people always have random stuff lying around." He shook the can The rattle echoed slightly. "…Perfect." Jin stepped in, grabbing another can from the box nearby. "…Looks like we're set." Joon smirked. "Alright, Boss." He nodded toward the wall in the main room. "Where are we doing this?" Jin stepped back into the living room, eyes scanning the space, and found the perfect placement and pointed towards it. "There." Joon followed his gaze, then grinned. "…Yeah. That works." Joon didn't hesitate; he took off the cover and stepped up to the wall, and like that, something ab