Someone had shot Chessie, and no one could tell who it could have been.All the text stated after that was where they were right at that moment.Javier wasted no time reporting the address to Herschel. The car took a sharp turn away from the airport and into the freeway, the flight aborted and abandoned.Faye would never have texted him if it were not that big of a problem, and reality made Javier suspicious. When he called her on her personal number, no one picked it up.That meant that Chessie’s condition was severe enough that it prevented her from picking up her phone.The revelation moved the deepest part of his lividity. What kind of special foolhardy motherf*cker would dare touch one of his women?!His rage even boiled over to Faye. What the f*ck was she doing if the woman she had been sent to protect had ended up getting harmed anyway? And harmed this severely at that! How useless was she?!Fighting back the ugly flame in his chest, he called Trevor and told him there wa
Javier met him in an old, abandoned warehouse. Saul Smith was a man close to his fifties and yet he still looked rather fit and ripped. Tattoos crawled all over his body, except his face, which was quite a terror to behold as it was. A long scar, indicating that it used to be a knife wound, ran down his right eye and reached the left corner of his lips, accentuating the inhumanity of his appearance.Javier could hear Saul’s voice reverberating from the warehouse even before he stepped inside. “You mad motherf*ckers. Showing your pretty faces like that for me with no care in the world. Why are you so sure I won’t kill every last one of you once I’m outta here, eh?”He studied the bandage around Running Man’s shoulder and asked, “How bad is this?”Running Man waved. “Just a scratch, Boss. The wussy retaliation of cornered prey holding a knife, more like it. Ain’t nothing to be compared to bombs on the battlefield.”Javier smiled and patted him on the shoulder. He took a cigarette out
Saul watched Javier approach him with the submachine gun in his hands and trembled despite himself. “W-What the hell are you trying to do?”Javier smiled. “Relax. I’m not gonna kill you! Besides, aren’t you pretty unbreakable according to your own admission? Stay strong!”He pulled the middle section of the trigger, disengaging the trigger safety, and aimed at Saul’s knees. He turned to Gran Turismo Racer, who had his phone at the ready, and shouted, “You got the angle right? The angle needs to be good, man. Gotta make Saul a household name in the underworld!”GT Racer raised his thumb. “Nailed the perfect angle, boss! He’s gonna look so cool! I even made sure he’s the only character in our short film!”Saul knew exactly what he meant: Javier was not going to show up in the video. It would just be him, and they were going to broadcast it.How insane were these people? A gory, graphic video like this—one that involved firearms—going online would attract all kinds of attention, incl
The third day after what had happened in the abandoned warehouse, both sides of the world clamored at the news. Everyone knew what had happened to Saul—his limbs were broken, and his sight, sense of hearing, and taste were all gone.What that meant was that the organs responsible for those functions were gone too. The man had survived without much of an issue, but he was as good as a goner.His lover had taken his money and fled, his wife had gone abroad with his kid, and his “bros” had shared the territories that had once belonged to him. Rumor had it that all this had happened because of Chessie. The latter had been shot and Saul had been made obsolete. This was worse than death itself because Saul did not even have the right to die now. If he wanted to jump off a building or jump into a river, he would not know where either of them was because he could not see. If he wanted to find out what was going on in the world, his eardrums were busted and he could not hear a sound. He c
Javier stayed by Chessie’s side for the following half a month. It put a blissful smile on Chessie’s face every day, as she was very happy about it.That did not mean Javier was free for the time being, though, as he instructed Herschel and GTR to take Chessie’s men along and wreck Saul’s previous territories. Anyone who was disobedient and chose to resist would be taken care of properly.Worried about the insufficient manpower, Javier called Mackenzie and authorized Herschel to deploy the mercenaries anytime he needed them. Javier was determined to take over the territories that had made Chessie bleed—even if he had to deploy the mercenaries.In fact, the mercenaries did not have the chance to show themselves. To Herschel, who had been to war, taking over these territories was a piece of cake. Although there was a lack of manpower, Herschel did not use his recently acquired right to deploy the mercenaries.He had chosen to get some men from Sam’s new security company, as he wanted
“Design adjustment at a later stage will still be required. We want to make a racing car and compete with other race cars. It’ll be a Chinean general and make our name known in all racetracks. It’ll no doubt be of great help to our brand.“That engine, which will go through special tuning, will be the presence that spreads your name, Professor Jepson.”Liam was overjoyed. At his age, wealth was no longer an issue. He was only after fame. He would think that this was a life worth living if the car’s propulsion system ended up dazzling the world, like Mazda’s rotary engine back then.“Don’t worry, Mr. Kersey. I’ll tune this engine carefully, and the lower-power version will limit the consumption and fully follow the safety standards for family sedans. The hydrogen consumption will be decreased alongside its horsepower. The higher-power version will be adjusted to the top specs model with the best-matched power, under the condition that safety is guaranteed.“The sports version will u
That night, Javier talked to Quinna as they had dinner at a hotel outside. Solutions were found for many issues. Basically, everything was done to make sure that the brand, Chinean, could enter the market as soon as possible.After the meal, both of them left the hotel. Quinna drove while Javier sat in the passenger seat with his head turned to watch her. Her delicate little face was beautiful, so beautiful that it was mesmerizing and it made one feel infinitely fond of her just by looking at her.Javier asked, “Quinna, why are you so pretty? Why can’t I get tired of looking at you?”Quinna, who was driving, blushed when she suddenly heard the flirty question. What surged in her after that, however, was uncontrollable delight.The indirect compliment got to her easier and felt realer compared to someone explicitly calling her beautiful. She did not want to answer the question, nor could she, but she tried asking after Jade surfaced in her mind, “Am I prettier, or is Jade?”Javier
The trial car was a success. The adjustment and tuning of various aspects were also completed. They were getting closer to mass-producing it.For a big name like Heisenberg Group, submitting a mass production application to the relevant bureaucracy departments was naturally not a problem. Everything else was ready too, including packages of accessories from other businesses.In short, things were going smoothly. They were only waiting for the production line of the car to start and they would be able to mass-manufacture the car.It was at that point in time that another industry-related piece of news that did not seem serious broke out. It was reported that there was excessive formaldehyde found inside cars manufactured by a certain automobile company, and the investigation went all the way to the car dashboards. This meant that the dashboards already had excessive formaldehyde when they had been loaded into the factory and installed in the cars, which caused the cars to fail the fo