Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Chapter 1020 Broken Goods IV – I guess we have that in common, huh?

From my own understanding and from Quinn’s story—coupled with Cynthia and the twins’ testimonies—this was what we found:

Pops was just one of the suppliers and also the manufacturers of the “Dolls” and the Garcia Family just happened to take on that business venture due to how lucrative it was and due to how much of a piece of shit they were.

And the reason these two parties came into a partnership of sorts was that the Garcia Family had a lot of high-profile connections that even Mr. Cuervo wasn’t aware of and usually, sick fucks who had a lot of money to burn had the most depraved shit that they get off on.

Cynthia’s kinks were already up there but purchasing a “Doll” just goes way, way~ beyond that.

However, we weren’t even sure if the two parties actually worked together unless we got ahold of Malachi and he let me see his dad’s work.

The notebook he had from his father could be the only thing that could lead us to all of the scum in hiding so that we could finally hug their necks with a rope and pull really hard.

But despite all that, it was undeniable that the Garcias were involved in that type of business one way or another, even if they weren’t procuring their products from Pops himself.

And it just fucking occured to me that they were already dealing in people, organs. and body parts, who’s to say that they weren’t making the dolls themselves?

Furthermore, who’s to say that they’ve already stopped as per the absolute rules within the family heads?

Mr. Cuervo already mentioned that they were dealing with other people he doesn’t know, who’s to trust the words of a fucking criminal? Granted I mentioned that they could have other sources of income but I also mentioned that it was lucrative as fuck so who’s to say they weren’t still on it but doing it on the down low?

Though Cynthia had some words to say against that:

“I’m not sure if they’d be able to because not only does my brother had people on their resort looking over to what they were doing, the other family heads does too to make sure…”

And Edith followed:

“I do remember auntie discussing it with Sebastian too—”

Quinn cut in, “Jordan and Lucy might not be in the inside but if some highly valuable cargo needs to be sent elsewhere, they ask for their help and obviously, it’s contingent on the two checking the package before sending it off.”

Tatiana shook her head, “Aren’t they really rich? Like more than everyone else?”

“So?”

“I mean, can’t they just pay off the ones they sent over? And it’s not like your people could have eyes on all their activity all at the same time. Misdirection’s a thing too.”

I nodded, “Yeah, since Tatiana’s a spy—”

“Hey! Stop—”

“I’m kidding, of course! Chill. We’re just so fucking tense here, I need some breathing room. But yeah, knowing all this helps us a lot but before we do anything rash, we’d have to be really precise and absolutely fucking ready. We could start a few preparations regarding this issue but I can’t plan something from start to finish without getting into contact with Malachi and Tracy. Meeting with them and making sure that they’re okay is key.”

Kaley then spoke after being quiet for quite a while, “W-What are we gonna do then?”

“For now, I’ll need Vera and Ilana to somehow get into contact with them and if possible, I’d like to have a talk with Jordan and Lucy too because they’ll have the most recent copy of what the Garcia Family’s HQ looks like from their heads and having a map and outline is crucial, along with a general idea of what the inside looks like and how the people inside moves a certain way or if they had any schedules and whatnot…”

Quinn never looked so excited, “Fuck yeah! I’ll try to get in touch with them to get shit started but do we have a timeline on this?”

I shook my head, “Unfortunately, no… It could take days, weeks, or even months but if we gotta do something as big as this, we gotta do it right. If not, there’s a very easy and stupid way but it’ll cost a lot of blood from both sides and I don’t want that. Our best-case scenario is to have that place under new management but the bottom line should be is that the ones working there as ‘entertainers’ should be employed of their own free will and everyone that’s on Malachi’s notebook should be locked in with me in an enclosed space for a day or two…”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Let’s just say that I’ll do some depraved shit on them too but not the way they thought—”

“FUCK THAT! WHY WOULD YOU HAVE ALL THE FUN?! THIS IS THE CLOSEST I’VE BEEN TO RIPPING THOSE FUCKS A NEW ASSHOLE AND YOU’RE NOT GONNA TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME!”

I chuckled as I rolled my eyes, “Sure. But you get your own room.”

“Huh? Why?!”

Seeing Quinn’s and a few others’ confusion, I simply smiled before subconsciously letting out a suffocating amount of killing intent, “Friendly fire, I’m trying to avoid that…”

“A-Ah… Right…”

“I like you very much and I don’t wanna see you— Ow! What—” I suddenly felt an elbow from Kaley and I noticed what I was doing so I easily retracted my invisible aura, “Yeah, I think I’ve gotten more used to the controls but I just don’t want any accidents.”

Quinn then chuckled and let out a bitter smile that slowly turned to a faint one, “I guess we have that in common, huh?”

I then had the same realization as her because of her incident with Jackie, “Ah— Sure do. Not just the tattoos and cars now, huh?”

“Eh~ Losing control and awesome tats, sure. Cars? Not a fucking chance. If you kept that R8 I’d let you park close to my DB9…”

I rolled my eyes once again, “I definitely parked somewhere much, much~ ‘closer’ but what’s wrong with my Impreza?”

She rolled her eyes too, “That doesn’t even come close.”

“I also have a Charger, just saying…”

“Why do you have the fucking cars that remind me of Jackie and Mike?!”

“First of all, you gave me the Impreza and I just happen to come across a Charger which was also given to me—”

“Don’t you have anything you bought yourself?”

“I— I have a Hayabusa?”

“We’re talking about cars, you dumbshit!”

“How about my Raptor?”

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!”

“I also have a boat and a jetski—”

“YOU—”

“An ambulance?”

“LISTEN—”

“A fire truck?”

“…”

“A few helicopters?”

“…”

“An electric jeep?”

“…”

“Right! I also have a ship! You just rode on it! Ah— Quinn?”

At this point, Quinn had never been so quiet—like, ever—while a huge vein was bulging and about to pop in her forehead, but at the same time, everyone else was just trying so hard not to fucking laugh except for Tatiana. She did try to contain it at first but she had to run outside and laugh so fucking loud, we could hear the fucking echo from the inside.