Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

Chapter 135: A Deadly Chase

Though Alex had no way of knowing it, Richard had placed a five million dollar bounty on his head. An open contract that anybody who was even remotely aware of it could attempt to claim. This meant that every hired gun in the city, and not just Amahle, was gunning for Alex’s and Diana’s asses.

Of course, Richard threw money around like it was meaningless to him, hiring genuine professionals like Amahle to claim their lives as well. But he was not the kind of man to put all of his eggs in one basket, and thus, Alex was being tailed by some rather unsavory individuals while he was driving Emily home.

This was something that he immediately realized and quickly turned away from the direction of Emily’s house. Where he was actually headed, only he knew. But Emily took notice of this sudden change and asked Alex what he was doing.

“Alex, you missed the turn! What are you doing?”

Alex, of course, had a completely stoic expression on his face, as he asked Emily one simple question.

“Emily… Is your seatbelt fastened?”

Emily grew concerned when Alex asked this question. The man had been acting strange since he met Zawadi earlier in the day. And she was quick to demand an answer, especially since he had avoided answering the question previously.

“Alex, tell me what’s going on right now!”

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me! The moment I hit the gas pedal, I want you to duck as low as possible and cover your head. Do you hear me?”

Before Emily could even argue with Alex, he cut off a car in the left lane and floored his engine. Speeding up the million plus dollar hypercar rapidly as he fled the scene. Unfortunately, his pursuers were in vehicles that had been juiced up, and were able to at the very least follow Alex, whereupon seeing that Alex was trying to run, they began to open fire on him indiscriminately.

Once the bullets began to fly, Emily did as she was told, and ducked down low and covered her head. Meanwhile, Alex tried not to expose his head to the oncoming projectiles as he tore through the streets of Vegas like an absolute Mad Lad. Trying his best to lose his pursuers.

But unfortunately for him, they were somewhat skilled drivers, and managed to stay on his tail. This caused Alex to make a joke at his own expense while laughing as if he were actually enjoying the precarious situation he now found himself in.

“You know what, Emily? I think someone is trying to kill me!”

The young woman looked at Alex as if he were an absolute asshole. There were tears streaming from her eyes, and she was still ducking low and covering her head as bullets shot through the windows of the Senna that she was sitting in. She couldn’t help but speak out her thoughts in the most viciously sarcastic way possible.

“Oh really? You fucking think so? What the hell did you do, Alex?”

As Alex continued to veer through the streets of Las Vegas, in a violent car chase, which caused numerous collisions, and the deaths of several bystanders who were unfortunate enough to be struck by the bullets. Alex seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself as he responded to Emily’s sarcasm with a particularly excited threat.

“I don’t know! But whoever is responsible for this is a fucking dead man!”

After saying this, Alex saw a hostile aim towards Emily’s head through what remained of his left side mirror. She had accidentally popped her head up while yelling at him. And thus, Alex leaned over and covered her, literally taking a bullet for the girl which tore through the top of his shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain, while cursing out the man who shot him.

“That’s it! I’m killing that fucker first!”

Emily was baffled that Alex had taken a bullet for her, and immediately cried out in dread.

“Alex, you’re shot! Are you okay!?!?”

Alex, of course, knew he was shot and wanted to mouth off to the woman who was responsible for his injury. But he also knew that it was a flesh wound. Luckily, the bullet had missed pretty much everything important, including bones. And had instead simply passed through his flesh without causing significant injury. Thus, he simply yelled at the woman while continuing to drive his car.

“Keep your fucking head down!”

Though Alex was screaming at her, Emily knew it was her fault that he got injured, and thus she did not argue anymore and did what he said. Though Alex saw the message that appeared in his vision, he was much too preoccupied to give a shit.

[Emily is thankful that you took a bullet for her!]

[+15 Affection from Emily!]

[Emily’s Affection: 65/100]

—

While the car chase continued, it was being recorded by the media who showed it to the public. The reporter’s voice was filled with concern as she commented on the whole situation.

It would appear that in the Las Vegas strip, there is an ongoing shoot out/car chase that has left over a dozen killed, and dozens more wounded. Police are reporting that this attack is most likely gang related and are hot in pursuit!

However, the perpetrators have appeared to have vanished from the strip and are currently on the run. Be on the lookout for a red supercar of unknown make and model, and several heavily modified Nissan GTRs! Whatever you do, do not approach these dangerous individuals, and instead report their whereabouts directly to the police!”

Richard gazed at the scene and threw his remote at the TV. The amount of destruction these goons had caused was simply insane. No way was this entire incident not going to be investigated by the feds. After all, there was a clear use of illegal automatic weapons by the hitmen. He could not help but pour himself a glass of scotch, and down the whole thing in one go, before cursing out the men who attempted to kill Alex and failed to do so.

“Fucking amateurs!”

At the very least, nobody had tried to assault Diana’s casino. Because if there was a massacre in a major casino, and one that he still technically owned no less, then it would make national headlines. And if that happened, there would be no hiding his involvement in these murders.

—

How Alex’s car had managed to make it to his destination while riddled with bullet holes, he honestly didn’t know. He was just lucky the men who were trying to kill him weren’t packing enough firepower to punch through an engine.

Still, the moment he arrived in front of a Mediterranean style mansion within Henderson, Nevada. Which was perhaps the wealthiest part of the Las Vegas metropolitan area. Alex grabbed Emily by the arm and led her into the house, all the while she was screaming at him.

“What are you doing? Where are we?”

Alex, of course, did not have time to entertain Emily’s shit, as he forced her through his door, which he shut behind him. After all, the hostiles were only minutes away, and he needed to act fast. It was a miracle that the only injury either of them had was a simple flesh wound. And some cuts from the shattered glass of the car’s windows.

No time was wasted, as Alex dragged Emily up his stairs, and opened up a hidden safe room that blended in perfectly with the wall in the master bedroom. He then forced Emily inside and sat her down on the leather chair, while he treated his wound with a first aid kit.

Emily was freaking out. For the first time since this chase began, she now had a moment to relax, and because of that, her mind was flooded with questions. It took her a moment to calm herself before she was finally able to ask the first question on her mind.

“Alex… Just answer me this. Where are we?”

Alex treated his wound before pulling a slick plate carrier over his chest and fashioned it. With NIJ Level IV plates, it would take something like a .300 win mag to put him down, and he knew the enemy didn’t have that. While he was fastening his bullet-proof vest, and a Russian chest rig over it that was set up to function with an RPK, Alex explained how he acquired this property.

“I initially bought this mansion for a friend. But luckily for the both of us, she hasn’t moved in yet…. I made sure this safe room was installed just in case something happened. I mean, you never know when you might need such a thing. Clearly, that was a solid investment. By the way, this room is bulletproof, so just relax. Unless those fuckers have a 20mm auto-cannon, you’re safe!”

After saying this, Alex pulled a light machine gun out of a nearby gun safe. It was a Romanian RPK, known as an AES-10b, which was a civilian export model. However, this RPK had been illegally modified with the so called “third pin” which made it select fire.

It was also outfitted with a wire folding stock and a “dong” hand guard. Along with a proper Romanian military Bakelite pistol grip, instead of the janky American made piece of shit plastic, one the LMG initially came with when it was first sold to the US Market. The last major modification was the addition of the Romanian AIMR flash hider to the muzzle of the gun.

Alex did not hesitate to insert a 75 round drum mag into the receiver. Where he proceeded to rack back the charging handle, ensuring that the 7.62x39mm round was loaded. He then smiled and spoke his thoughts aloud.

“Come get some!”

Emily immediately began to panic when she saw that Alex had a machine gun. As far as she knew, civilian ownership of such weapons was entirely illegal. Which was incorrect, but Alex most definitely did not have the government’s permission to own this weapon. Not that he gave a single fuck what the ATF thought. And thus Emily hoped that Alex had a proper explanation for the weapon that he was currently holding.

“Alex…. What is that?”

Alex smirked as he rubbed the barrel of the light machine gun with a wide smile on his face. He then sniffed it, and the gun oil that still freshly coated its internals. Almost as if the weapon turned him on sexually, where he finally responded to the girl’s question once he had finished his “examination” of the weapon.

“This? This is freedom!”

Alex immediately switched the selector to full auto and was quick to order Emily to stay behind.

“Alright Emily, I’m going to go take care of these fuckers. You stay here, and whatever happens, don’t come out until I come find you!”

It took a moment for Emily’s brain to register the fact that Alex was about to go fight these would be assassins on his own, and when she did so she was quick to blurt out her thoughts on the matter.

“Wait! Alex, you can’t be serious! Shouldn’t we wait for-”

However, before Emily could even finish her train of thought, Alex raised his finger to silence her. Where he then nodded his head and did something truly unthinkable.

“You’re right, Emily… Something is definitely missing, and I know just what it is!”

Alex then reached into a nearby shelf and pulled out a remote which activated the mansion’s stereo that began to blare the song “Out of Touch” which was an iconic song from the 80s. After this, Alex reached into a nearby backpack and pulled out a dime bag of pure Columbian cocaine, which he snorted on the spot.

Once he had wiped away the remaining powder on his nose, he opened the door to his panic room and shut it behind him.The last thing Emily saw of Alex was the menacing look on his wired face as he spoke his thoughts aloud.

“It’s time for the hunters to become the hunted!”

—

If not for the fact that there was a shot up Mclaren Senna sitting in the driveway of the mansion. The hitmen would not have ever assumed this was where Alex had fled off to. And why was this? Because lights flashed throughout the large house, almost as if a disco was going on inside. While at the same time, an iconic 80’s song played on repeat.

The men looked at each other, and were dumbfounded before questioning whether or not they should invade the home.

“Boss… I think this is a trap!”

However, the man was adamant to claim the five million dollar bounty on Alex’s head, and thus he ordered his henchmen to kick down the door.

“Shut the fuck up! There are five of us, and one of him! Besides! Think of the bounty, you idiots! Do you have any idea what we could all do with a million dollars each? Not to mention that hot piece of ass this kid has hidden with him! Once he’s dead, we can have our way with her!”

The idea that they just had to kill just one brat for five million dollars, and could fuck the hot chick next to him, was enough to bring courage to this pack of fools who were armed mostly with pistols and submachine guns.

Of course, the moment they kicked down the door, they immediately regretted it. Because Alex had used up the remainder of his time to create a makeshift machine gun nest. Where he kicked over a thick wooden table and surrounded it with several large potted plants.

The moment they entered the house, these would be hitmen were slaughtered by the overwhelming fire of an automatic RPK. Which had a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute. The first man was riddled with 12 different bullet holes from sustained fire.

Alex was so coked out of his mind that he did not even bother firing controlled bursts. Instead, he violently kept his finger on the trigger while shifting his muzzle from opponent to opponent, all of which had been forced into a choke point, which was his door way.

Once Alex spent the 75 round drum, and his pursuers were nothing more than corpses that had been turned into bloody sieves by the amount of bullets that had penetrated through their bodies. However, Alex seemed to give precisely zero fucks that his attackers were already dead, and instead ejected the spent drum mag. Where he pulled out another 40 rounder and reloaded the light machine gun in the span of a second. Once he had done this, Alex began to fire another mag dump at the bloodied corpses.

“Die! Die! Die! Die! Get some mother fuckers! I’ll kill you all!”

It was only after Alex saw that his tiled flooring was practically flooded by a river of blood. That he realized he may have unloaded a bit too much firepower on the enemy. To which he simply chuckled while making sure his light machine gun was clear.

“God dammit! I thought this was going to be fun…. Oh well, better dispose of the evidence before the police arrive.”

With that said, Alex would spend what little time he had hiding his arsenal of machine guns and explaining to the police that he had actually used a perfectly legal semi-automatic weapon, with a binary trigger to unleash such devastation. And while they did not believe this for a second, the authorities simply could not find his safe room, where the machine guns and drugs were hidden.

Emily, of course, was informed in advance by Alex not to say a word about his drugs and machine guns to anybody, especially not the authorities. But it didn’t really matter, she was shaken up to no end, and was in no state of mind to undergo a police interrogation. Searᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Instead, she was brought to the hospital to clean up her cuts from the glass that had shattered in the sports car. As was Alex to treat his bullet wound. The police would try their best to find evidence of Alex owning a machine gun, and drugs. But the evidence was already disposed of, with the cocaine flushed down the toilet, and the machine gun hidden in the secret safe room.

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