Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Looking inside the closet, he found that it had been replenished.

"It's good that I hired houseworkers, otherwise I wouldn't have the time to be doing laundry, washing, cleaning along everything I'm doing."

He also found the clothes that he bought but did not tidy up, folded and ready in his closet.

After picking a set of grey sweatpants with a black t-shirt, he headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Once he was done, he headed to bed his phone rang and it was his dad.

After talking to his family for a while, Noah excused himself to sleep.

His dad told him how they had made close to forty thousand dollars today, and that business was going amazingly well.

He also expressed his worry about keeping that money, alongside the tax side of things.

He never had a business before, so he didn't know much about the VAT and other things.

Noah reassured him and told him they could hire someone for that.

...

Noah woke up the next day, around dawn time.

Noah got up, did his quick five-minute stretches to loosen his muscles, and walked to the window.

Looking at the sun slowly rise above the horizon, the cold morning breeze welcomed him with a warm hug.

"I will wait a bit longer, then I can go check that place out," He said.

'The roots of a crime stretch no further than the soil of the place it was sown, after all a crime in a neighbourhood is never just a stranger's secret'

'Someone in that area must know something, I just need to figure out who,' He thought, as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

[Ding! Ultimate Choice System has been activated!]

Option 1: Investigate the crime scene where Leo was shot, and find a lead.

[Reward: Intermediate Detective Skill, Magnum Research BFR, .45/70 Government]

Option 2: Ignore the issue, it was a one-off attack.

[Reward: Glock 19 Gen 5]

'It's been some time since the system has activated, but it still knows me well.'

"I choose option 1" He muttered.

[Ding! Intermediate Detective Skill has been rewarded!]

The nostalgic feeling of information flooding his brain hit Noah, and a small smile crept on his face as he felt the knowledge assimilate with him.

[Ding!

Magnum Research BFR, .45/70 Government has been rewarded!]

[Please Check Your Inventory!]

Checking his inventory, Noah arguably found one of the strongest handguns to be ever made.

"The system has quite the taste, to give me a Magnum Research."

7:00 am

"Time to head out," He muttered, as he wore a jacket and a cap.

...

K-block, High Avenue Street.

Noah parked his G-class on the left side of the road, as he got out and checked the place out.

'There is no marking of the police here, nor is it blocked off. It seems like they have done enough investigation and found... nothing.'

Noah crouched by the edge of the pavement where Leo seemed to have been shot.

His eyes darted from one detail to another, the Intermediate Detective Skill amplifying his focus.

He took out his phone, snapping pictures of the cracked pavement, a scuffed tire mark on the road, and a stray cigarette butt left half-smoked near the sidewalk.

It might have been trash—or it might have been something more.

"No bloodstains left. The police likely cleaned up the scene," he thought, his eyes narrowing.

"Or the shot was clean enough that Leo didn't bleed out here."

The area was quiet, with few people walking about, and they kept their eyes low.

Noah glanced at the surroundings, noting the rows of tightly packed houses.

"Yeah someone definitely knows something, here" he muttered.

Curtains shifted here and there, but no one stayed for too long.

He ran his hand along the railing of a nearby staircase.

The metal felt smooth except for a fine streak of grease at one point. His mind worked rapidly, piecing together different possibilities that might have occurred.

Standing, he walked toward a corner where an old lamppost tilted slightly to the right. The light fixture had a spider web of cracks in its glass, and the base was littered with discarded trash.

One piece caught his attention—a cigarette.

He crouched, examining it closer. It had a faint fingerprint in the ashe residue left behind.

"A cigarette , but why leave it here of all places? Whoever dropped this was in a hurry—or distracted. And this spot gives a good view of the whole street. Perfect for a lookout."

The thought hit him like a spark. A lookout meant more than one person. His lips tightened as he stood, brushing dust off his hands.

Noah's thought process spiraled inward as he moved to the far end of the block.

He noted an older woman sweeping her driveway across the street. She had paused, watching him with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

"If they chose this area to attack Leo, they either live here or knew he'd be here. Random crime? It's possible, but highly unlikely."

"That leaves me with two motives—targeted attack or mistaken identity."

"However, it can't be a mistaken identity because they knew what they were looking for, the gold bar."

He glanced back at the street corner. A cracked mirror from a nearby car reflected the alleyway behind him. It wasn't just a blind spot—it was practically invisible from any main window.

"Whoever planned this attack knew the area."

Noah decided to start asking questions.

He approached the older woman first, her broom pausing mid-sweep as he waved.

"Morning," he said casually, keeping his tone light. "You wouldn't have happened to hear or see anything unusual a couple of nights ago, would you?"

She glanced at him warily. "Unusual? What're you talking about?"

"There was a shooting here. Man named Leo—tall, mid-thirties, dark hair. Someone tried to take him out right about where that tire mark is."

Her face tightened, and she shifted uncomfortably. "Shooting? I keep to myself, young man. Don't want no trouble."

Noah offered her a smile, but his mind latched onto her subtle tells. Her grip on the broom tightened. Her eyes darted to the house two doors down, then back to him.

"She's not clueless. Afraid, maybe, or trying to protect someone. That house might be worth a look."

"Thanks anyway," he said, stepping back.

By midday, Noah had spoken to three other residents in the neighborhood.

Each conversation left him with threads to follow.

Victor Alvarez

, a mechanic who ran a repair shop three streets over.

He had a reputation for knowing everything that went on but was cagey about his own activities. His name came up twice during questioning.

Linda Mathers

, a single mother with a son in his late teens. Several people mentioned her boy hanging out with some gangsters in the area.

Eric Dalton

, the neighbor in the house the older woman glanced at.

"Three suspects. Victor might've supplied the bike. Linda's kid could've been the lookout."

The pieces weren't enough to form a picture, but they were starting to take shape.

As Noah got into his car, he reviewed the situation.

"Leo's not some random target, and this isn't just about me playing detective. If someone in this neighborhood is pulling strings, that means the attack wasn't the end of it. It was the beginning."

He tapped the steering wheel absently, staring at the notebook.

"Whoever it is, they're not expecting someone like me to dig this deep."

All the evidences led him to believe a few things, that he couldn't ignore.

Although there was three suspects, realistically Noah knew that only one of them was a part of this and he had an idea on who it might be.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Taking his phone out if his pocket, he dialled a number.

Lionel.

"Hello boss." Lionel replied, as he picked up the call on the other side.

"Lionel, i am near the area Lionel got shot."

"You told me he was there to do a transaction with a potential customer correct?" Noah said, as his mind replayed everything.

"Yes boss, that's correct. He was indeed waiting for the customer to arrive to purchase."

"Where was the customer when Leo was shot?"

"We asked him why did he not come, he said that he heard a gunshot so he immediately left thinking that the police caught on."

Lionel continued, "Although it's suspicious, he is a loyal customer of ours. You also told us that we should be careful and not do anything."

Noah nodded. "Alright, it's good that you did not do anything. Do you have the adress of the customer?"

"Yes boss, i will send it to you now." Lionel nodded.

"Alright, send it." Noah said, as he hung up the call.

Waiting for Lionel to send the adress of the so called loyal customer, Noah's eyes darted to the three suspects houses.

"Oh, someone is leaving." He muttered with a smirk forming on his face.