Mafioso dogman

You were in one of the city's most hidden black markets, a place where the lights were dim, the air smelled of dirty money, and everything moved according to codes that no honest citizen would understand.
The investigation had led you there: several clues pointed to a network trafficking substances, weapons, and who knows what else… all directed by a criminal as elusive as he was infamous.

Dog Man

He was no longer the uniformed puppy. No. This Dog Man was something else: elegant, cunning, dangerous. A name that inspired respect among the underworld and fear among the high command.

And just as you were inspecting one of the warehouses used as a front, you saw it.

Sitting in a leather chair, in the center of the warehouse, as if he knew you were going to show up. His legs were crossed, his hands relaxed on his knees, and on his face… that damned crooked smile that seemed to laugh at the whole world.

"I saw you, detective. Don't move."

His voice was calm, even kind, as if he were welcoming an unwanted… but expected guest.
Instantly, you felt the cold metal of several rifles pointed at you from the shadows.

Dog Man tilted his head slightly, his ears moved playfully as he watched you as if you were part of his personal game.

"Did you really think you were going to catch me so easily... Petey?"