Springfield International Airport was on high alert since a military bigwig was about to arrive. While the general public was clueless, the city's infantry battalion was stationed at the airport to receive this VIP individual. Lieutenant Colonel Dagert waited nervously at the airstrip. He had prohibited all political leaders and businessmen who wanted to curry favor and kept them out of the premises.The only information available about the bigwig's identity was the rank of General and the surname of Armstrong. General Armstrong ran the country's elite Delta Force and was a military advisor to the President himself. However, the gender, appearance, and other personal details were classified.At the scheduled arrival time, an advanced army aircraft touched down and cruised to a halt. The entire battalion saluted, and Dagert waited eagerly for General Armstrong to descend from the plane. However, only the bigwig's staff came down from the aircraft. On checking, General Armstrong was fou
Toby, Lonnie, Carlos, and Jerry jumped to their feet in shock. "Who the fuck are you?" Toby barked. "Do you know whose mansion this is? I am the Mayor of Springfield! You'll spend the rest of your life in prison for this vandalism!"The figure stepped forward and dropped his trenchcoat. Then, he slowly lowered the carnival mask.The men were taken aback by the intruder's appearance. In fact, Toby breathed a sigh of relief. Before them stood a ravishing warrior-like woman. She had shiny, golden hair and a lithe build.Carlos whistled naughtily. "Hey, Toby. Did you order a roleplay prostitute? She looks foreign and athletic. I wouldn't mind doing her first. Thanks, man."Toby shook his head and turned to Val. "I don't know who you are, woman. But if my friends hired you as a call girl, you can quickly undress and bend over. We're already having fun and are ready to fuck."Val smirked at Toby with pity in her eyes. "Is that all a woman is to you, baby Mayor?" she asked condescendingly.
Val immediately picked up another iron platter. Regardless of the technology the bullet possessed, she could deflect it if it was made of metal. It was basic science coupled with years of training.When Damien pressed the trigger, there was no blast, only a red spark. The bullet left the gun with a zippy noise. Val recognized its trajectory and held the platter at an angle to redirect it.However, her efforts were all in vain. As soon as the bullet touched the iron platter, the latter vibrated and crumbled into dust. The shot proceeded and grazed against Val's sleeve, which, in turn, withered away!Val's eyes opened wide in shock. The nano-tech gun could turn everything it touched to dust! Moreover, she observed that the bullet swerved in its path. That would make it even more challenging to dodge. If it made contact with her skin, her entire body would crumble!Val bit her lip with concern. No wonder Victor had warned her about the difficulty of the mission.Damien threw his head bac
Eva winced as Toby aimed the gun between her legs. She couldn't imagine how she fell prey to such a dangerous clique. Can the Mayor of a town be such a hidden monster? Was Springfield always such a dangerous place?All Eva wanted was to help her cousins in trouble. Especially Carol, who was Victor's ex-wife. The girl figured he would be devastated if something horrible happened to her. However, instead of rescuing the Atelier girls, Eva ended up becoming the victim.She began to spiral into panic and dismay. However, the man in the carnival mask, whose lips were visible through a cutout, offered her a reassuring smile.Then the truth struck Eva, and her eyes widened. She could never forget those lips since they had recently kissed her forehead on Edgar Tower's terrace under the moonlight. The man in the carnival mask was none other than Victor Damone!His voice sounded unfamiliar, and the murderous aura he exhibited was intimidating to her. However, it didn't take long for Eva to reco
Victor wore an expensive suit, and his voice was modulated differently. The carnival mask hid his face quite well. No ordinary person could possibly recognize Victor. Even Carol, his ex-wife, had failed to look through his disguise in Carmine City."Always," Eva replied gingerly. "You can't disguise yourself from me."Victor patted her head, turned towards the door, and clapped his hands loudly. A slender young woman in a body-fitting suit walked in. She was Elsa Madison, one of the top lawyers in the state. Both Damien and Toby wondered what a celebrity attorney like Elsa was doing there. Was she a member of the NWO as well? How widespread was the organization?"Elsa… Leave the papers with me, and take Carol and Rose with you…" Victor instructed.Elsa nodded and did as she was told. She placed a black file on the glass table before leading the two girls away.Carol was speechless. The man in the carnival mask was right there, but she had no idea about his true identity. She also didn
Peace finally returned to Springfield after a long time. The systemic rot eating at the city's development was eliminated as soon as the corrupt Gunderson family was wiped out. An honest bureaucrat was made Mayor-in-charge until the next local elections.The Gunderson family had shamelessly allowed crime to perpetuate in the city, taking bribes from gangsters, corrupt bureaucrats, and shady billionaires for petty favors. Now, in their absence, crime became disorganized. Even local political authority was decentralized. However, amidst this chaos, another family was about to fill the enormous vacuum of power again."This is not good," Clive Baron said, massaging his temples. He was reading a government notice circulated in business circles."What is it?" Edward Shannon asked. They were having coffee at an elite cafeteria in Prince County. It was their regular location for discussing NWO topics and the city's welfare."The Governor of the State has decided to intervene in Springfield's
Victor reached the Holt Mansion and parked his bike in front of the main entrance as usual. The guards had stopped him at the gate since he was no longer Claire's bodyguard, and his clearance had been revoked. However, the guards had received a call from Amanda Holt, Claire's mother, to let him in.As Victor walked into the reception hall, he found Amanda waiting at the entrance with a worried expression."Victor… I'm sorry I had to ask you to come here at such short notice. I know you have resigned from your position as a bodyguard. However, it's an urgent matter."Victor nodded. "What happened? Is Claire safe?"Amanda frowned and fidgeted. She was unsure about how to begin."My daughter is safe indeed, thanks to you. But ever since you left her so abruptly, Claire hasn't been herself."Victor raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"Amanda resumed walking, and Victor followed her as they talked."Claire has always been full of enthusiasm and spirit. But ever since that day, her person
The Deputy Governor of the state, Elias Crane, was presently the Mayor-in-charge of Springfield. Born into a wealthy and influential family, he never learned to be humble or flexible. The young man was such an elitist that when he saw the modest City Hall building for the first time, he turned around and left.Elias Crane booked an entire floor in Hotel Braganza, one of the most expensive seven-star hotels in the state. He transferred all his staff and work paraphernalia there and converted a luxurious suite into his office.As Claire entered Hotel Braganza with Victor, the Mayor's secretary recognized her and ushered them into the waiting room."Please rest here, Miss Holt," she said with a professional demeanor. "I'll inform Mr. Crane about your arrival."Claire turned to Victor and grumbled. "I don't see why the new Mayor spent so much money relocating the entire local government from City Hall to Hotel Braganza. It seems like a colossal waste of taxpayer money.""Elias is a megalo