Kevin's expression immediately crumpled, and he instinctively clutched his legs.
Dexter smiled brightly and got straight to the point without any nonsense. "Stan, we absolutely need a clear understanding on this, especially since you know how Kevin is."
"If there isn't a definite agreement, he won't feel right about taking over the bar."
"See what I mean?"
Stan was too annoyed to talk about that. "What are you trying to say?"
"What I mean is, I think you probably view Kevin as another one of your sons, or you wouldn't be giving him the bar."
"If that's the case, a deal's a deal. If you don't want money, that's fine."
"How about Kevin agrees to take care of you in your old age as repayment for accepting the bar? Can we do that?" Dexter laid out the whole proposal in one breath.
Stan squinted at Dexter, his old face showing deep impatience. "Whatever, I don't care."
Dexter grinned and turned to Kevin. "What do you say? Are you willing to take care of Stan when he's old?"
Kevin had absolutely no reservations. "Of course."
Hearing that, Dexter felt strangely like he was officiating a wedding, which was pretty funny. He addressed Stan again. "Stan, we're agreeing on this, okay? Is that settled?"
Stan slightly furrowed his brow. "You two are so long-winded, like a couple of dames!"
"Stan, you need to give a firm answer. You don't want Kevin constantly bothering you about this, do you?" Dexter pressed.
Stan paused, then, thoroughly agitated, yelled, "Fine, fine, fine! Yes, it's settled. Now beat it!"
Dexter flashed Kevin a wide smile. "Done. I'll head out now; you two can talk some more."
Dexter got up, then looked at Stan. "Stan, are you eating that crap again tomorrow? I'll buy you some."
Hearing that, Stan's mood immediately brightened. "Deal!"
"Awesome," Dexter said, chuckling as he left.
Back on the first floor, the issue was essentially resolved. Dexter decided to leave, so he said goodbye to Vivian, Veronica, and the others, left The Alibi Room, and headed back to the hotel.
### The Target
He got back to the hotel around 8:00 PM.
The timing was about right. From here, it would take about 20 to 30 minutes to get to Carmela's place while avoiding surveillance cameras. That meant he could get there around 9:00 PM. It was pretty cold tonight, and there wouldn't be many people out on the streets at nine.
Dexter thought it over quickly and didn't delay. He swiftly gathered everything he needed for the operation, went out, and headed to the underground parking garage.
Once in the garage, he hopped on the motorcycle and set off.
He rode to a hidden spot beneath the elevated train tracks. After confirming no one was around, Dexter quickly changed clothes, soon completely covering himself.
Mission accomplished!
The motorcycle sped toward its destination in the darkness.
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About twenty minutes later.
As he saw Carmela's house lit up in the distance, and her car parked outside, Dexter unhesitatingly activated the Rule of Forgetting he had won from the treasure chest.
$$\text{The Rule of Forgetting is active. The countdown has begun, with one hour remaining.}$$
'Showtime!' Dexter smiled brightly and muttered to himself.
In the blink of an eye, he parked the motorcycle behind Carmela's car. Dexter didn't waste a second. He got off, found a rock on the side of the road, smashed Carmela's car window, and then quickly crouched down, concealing himself in the shadows by the car, silently claiming the Uzi submachine gun.
With the submachine gun in hand... the feeling was exhilarating, a real rush.
The broken window set off the car alarm, which was incredibly loud.
It only took a few seconds. Carmela, who was in the basement supervising a group of kids working, quickly dragged her bulky body to the small basement window and looked outside.
Seeing her new car—which she'd bought just a few months ago and still had a ton of loans on—flashing its lights... Carmela instantly panicked.
"Motherfer," Carmela roared, sprinting out of the house and all the way to her car.
Dexter had been waiting for this exact moment. He quickly peered out, confirming it was Carmela and only Carmela. Without an ounce of hesitation, he stood up, swung his arm, aimed the gun at Carmela, and pulled the trigger.
Rattatatatata~~~
Flames burst from the muzzle of the Uzi submachine gun. A stream of bullets flew toward Carmela.
Everything happened too fast. Carmela had no time to react whatsoever. Her obese body was hit by dozens of bullets.
In the next moment, blood poured out. Carmela's eyes were filled with horror.
Dexter grinned, feeling completely unrestrained. He didn't let go of the trigger until the magazine was empty.
Carmela began to fall.
Dexter quickly got on the motorcycle, started the engine, twisted the throttle, and roared away, heading for his next target: the Gallagher house.
As for the terrified people appearing at the doors of other houses on the street... It didn't matter. They wouldn't remember him anyway.
$$\text{Virtue +7986.}$$
In less than a minute, the notification appeared.
Dexter was truly shocked when he saw it. That much?
He only got a little over three thousand Virtue points for taking out Terry... This time, it was nearly double. Was Carmela that much worse than Terry?
Was it because Carmela's victims were children?
Dexter thought it over and decided that must be the reason.
"Awesome!"
Outside the Gallagher house, Dexter decisively used the same tactic: finding a rock and smashing the window of Roberta's truck.
Inside the house, Roberta, who had forcefully ended the argument, was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Monica was also there.
Fiona and the others were still sitting in the living room on the first floor. The atmosphere was incredibly tense, and no one was speaking for the moment. The entire first floor felt completely saturated with a strange mixture of anger and sadness, suffocating everyone.
Then, the sound of the truck alarm blared.
Roberta's expression immediately changed. She yelled furiously, "My truck!! If those brats messed with my truck, I swear I'll kill them!"
Roberta immediately assumed Fiona and the others were responsible and stormed downstairs.
Monica panicked and quickly followed. "Roberta, it wasn't them. Calm down."
The two rushed out of the Gallagher house, one after the other.
Fiona and the others had also heard the noise and witnessed the scene.
Lip immediately smirked with pure satisfaction, stood up, and started walking toward the door. "Looks like someone smashed Bob's truck."
"Nice!" Carl nodded in approval and followed him out.
Debbie and Ian were right behind.
Fiona hesitated for a moment, but still stood up, wanting to see what was happening.
A short while later, Roberta and Monica rushed toward the truck, one in front of the other, separated by a few yards.
At the same time, Fiona and the others arrived outside the Gallagher house.
The truck was quite large, obstructing the view. Dexter only saw Roberta rush in; he didn't see Fiona and the others.
Of course, even if he had seen them, he wouldn't have cared.
The moment Roberta got close, Dexter, who genuinely enjoyed this thrill, pulled the trigger without a second thought.
Rattatatatata~~~
In an instant, the chilling sound of gunfire erupted.
Blood splattered.
The cursing Roberta took nearly every bullet straight into her body...