Chapter 273: Chapter 273: 920 Horsepower and a Clear View
Alexander opened his eyes to the soft morning light filtering through the penthouse windows. He was sandwiched in the middle of the bed, with Helen’s mature, soft arm draped possessively over his chest on one side, and Amy’s slender leg hooked over his thighs on the other.
This is heaven, thought Alexander, a satisfied grin breaking across his face.
He lay there for a moment basking in the afterglow. His first threesome with his aunt and his cousin—it felt like a dream come true, a uninhibited reward after the bloodbath in the alleys. He felt euphoric, his energy restored.
Carefully sliding out from between their warm bodies so he wouldn’t disturb them, Alexander walked into the master bathroom and took a long, hot shower. When he came out, both women were still exhausted, sound asleep and dead to the world after the hours of relentless punishment they had endured.
Alexander spotted a block of neon pink post-it notes sticking out of Amy’s open backpack near the desk. Smirking, he grabbed a pen, scribbled on two of them, and walked back over to the bed. He carefully slapped one note onto Helen’s mature left butt cheek, and the other right onto Amy’s freshly shaved, perky right butt cheek.
Both notes read: Alexander’s property.
He let out a low chuckle at his own petty joke, gathered his gear, and quietly slipped out of the penthouse suite.
Once he reached the main lobby and stepped out onto the curb, reality hit him. He was without a car again.
"This is shit," muttered Alexander, rubbing his temples.
But then he remembered the twenty million dollars sitting in his encrypted TMC account. He pulled out his phone, opening the exclusive network catalog to browse for a new ride. He thought back to the massacre; armored vehicles were useless unless you were fighting ordinary, low-level forces. In a real high-tier TMC battle, not even a military tank could withstand that kind of supernatural firepower. That explained why a seasoned veteran like Marcus chose to drive a standard, unarmored Hellcat. Marcus had zero intentions of playing defense; he just wanted raw speed to move between hot zones.
If I can’t tank the damage, I might as well be the fastest thing on the asphalt, Alexander reasoned.
He scrolled past the heavy SUVs and locked his eyes on a masterpiece: the brand-new Lamborghini Temerario. It was a monster featuring a twin-turbo V8 hybrid powertrain pumping out a 920 horsepower. It was pure power—more than enough to crush Marcus’s Hellcat in a straight line. The local TMC inventory showed one in stock: a sleek, aggressive silver finish with sharp matte-black aerodynamic details.
He tapped the screen, selecting the priority delivery option, confirmed the Grand Imperial Hotel as his current GPS location, and authorized the massive deduction from his balance. The screen flashed, and a digital countdown timer popped up: 03:00 MINUTES.
"Are you serious?" said Alexander, raising an eyebrow at the screen. "Isn’t that too fast?"
He waited on the curb. At 2 minutes and 58 seconds, the sharp scream of a high-revving V8 echoed down the main avenue. The silver Lamborghini Temerario came tearing around the corner, sliding sideways in a controlled drift before snapping straight and pulling up right to the curb in front of him.
The door swung upward. A high-ranking TMC logistics agent stepped out, dressed in a sharp black suit. He didn’t say a word; he simply handed the keys to Alexander with a respectful nod. Right behind the Lamborghini, a roaring Pagani Zonda pulled up to the curb. The agent hopped into the passenger seat of the Pagani, and the supercar tore away into the traffic, leaving nothing but the echo of its exhaust.
"Damn," said Alexander, tossing the key fob in his hand as he looked at the beast waiting for him. "Now that is what I call efficiency."
With the 920-horsepower monster finally unlocked, his instinct was to fly down the highway toward the academy. He had zero intentions of actually studying or listening to lectures today, but he definitely wanted to show off his new toy and rub it in a few faces.
Before he could even open the scissor door, his phone vibrated. It was an incoming call from Amy. He pressed answer.
"Yesterday you fucked me until I couldn’t hold any more of your semen," Amy’s voice rang out through the speaker, sharp, breathless, and demanding. "The least you can do is give me a ride to school. Don’t you dare think about leaving without me, Alex. I am watching you right now."
Alexander blinked, turning around to look up at the massive glass facade of the hotel structure.
Sure enough, up on one of the high-end residential floors, Amy was pressed right against the panoramic glass window, waving down at him. She hadn’t bothered to put on a piece of clothing; her perfect round breasts and slender waist were visible against the glass. Two luxury sedans driving past the plaza suddenly veered, their tires screeching as the drivers stared up at the window, almost causing a massive pile-up right in the intersection before Helen’s mature silhouette suddenly appeared in the window dragging Amy back into the shadows by her hair.
Alexander stared up at the empty window for a second, a broad, amused smirk cutting across his face as he shook his head.
"Well, whatever," said Alexander, pocketing his phone as he walked back toward the lobby entrance. "I didn’t want to wake them up anyway, but I guess the brat has a point."
Alexander turned around, walking back through the sliding glass doors of the lobby to head up to the penthouse and wait for Amy. As he stepped into the elevator bank, his phone vibrated twice in rapid succession. He pulled it out, checking the secure network interface.
Two back-to-back system alerts flashed across the encrypted screen in bright, bold text.
[NOTICE: CONGRATULATIONS. DUE TO RECENT HIGH-TIER REGIONAL DISPATCH WORK AND COMPLETED SECTOR OVERVIEWS, YOUR ACTIVE OPERATIONAL RANK HAS BEEN INCREMENTED TO: SKY BLUE. PLEASE CONTINUE WITH YOUR EXCELLENT EFFORT TO FURTHER INCREASE YOUR RANK STANDING BEFORE THE NEXT QUARTERLY REVIEW.]
Alexander stared at the text, about to slide the phone away, when the screen blinked and refreshed with a second, higher-priority notification.
NOTICE: CONGRATULATIONS. UPDATE OVERRIDE. DUE TO THE CRITICAL LEVEL OF SECTOR 4 AREA CLEARANCE AND CASUALTY METRICS, YOUR ACTIVE OPERATIONAL RANK HAS BEEN INCREMENTED TO: NAVY BLUE. PLEASE CONTINUE WITH YOUR EXCELLENT EFFORT TO FURTHER INCREASE YOUR RANK STANDING.
Alexander stared at the two back-to-back promotions, a cold, sharp smirk cutting across his face as the elevator doors slid open at the top floor. He had skipped a two entire tier in a matter of seconds.
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