He saw himself driving furiously fast from behind the gate once again; hence, he was able to shoot four guards at the gate from the car that he was in. Just as he was able to do this successfully, with the car he drove so fast, he hit the gate, and the gate itself fell flat to the floor. Then, he drove into the compound, and even before he got to the front door, he saw the group of bodyguards already aiming their handguns at him. Each of them looked fierce and too dangerous, like they were going to shoot at him to protect their master. And even though he drove too fast, none of them moved from their rigid positions. In this way, he imagines himself not stopping his speed. Right through them, he drove, and before he could hit them, they all began to shoot at his car sporadically. However, like it happened in James Bond movies, he pictured that his car was bullet-proof, and none of the buttlets who were forcibly kissing his car were able to penetrate his car. And right at the fro
After what seemed like an eternity, Alexander has still not devised a way to see Julius alone without his bodyguards. From dawn to dawn, he had been in the same room brainstorming; nevertheless, there were not realistic thoughts coming to him but silly thoughts that seemed too good to be practical. He had read blogs, he had seen the TV news, and he had checked the interview sessions, but none seemed to have Julius coming onboard anytime soon. Hence, he knew he wanted to get the job done before Julius did more damage to his name on TV. Suddenly, while he could not come up with anything, a thought struck him as illuminating, filling his mind with sudden clarity. “This is as simple as ABC,” he said aloud. “Why did it take me so long to come up with this?” he said aloud to himself again.And as far as this went, he picked up his phone and launched the CNN network app. Right beneath the homepage of the app, he scrolled quickly until he saw the button that read ‘support’. As he saw th
Waiting for more seconds, "65, 66, 67, 68," Alexander was becoming more impatient as he began to walk helter-skelter in the same room. His fingers clenched to his jaws, and his mouth rambled with words. "Is he trying to say he is not coming?" "He better not do that. He can't say those words about me on TV and think he will go scot-free with it." "Wait! What if he won’t come? How do I get him alone and kill him?" "There is absolutely no way I can get him alone. So, he must come to the interview. I must make sure he comes. I must make use of this opportunity once and for all." As he muttered, wondered, and thought, his phone suddenly buzzed, and with this, he said to himself aloud, "Finally, she replied." Quickly, as he said that, he pressed his finger on his phone's side button, and thus, his already dimmed screen came to life again, and as such, he read, "Mr. Alexander, we are happy to inform you that Master Julius Sabbath has agreed to come to the interview session today. The l
Having waited just ten more seconds, with his aim still focused on the string he had already set, Alexander closed one eye to perfectly pull a shot, like a sniper aiming into the distance to shoot an enemy.The sound of Julius's car passed over the string like a furious racer, and none of what Alexander had thought and plotted happened."What?" Alexander exclaimed in shock.Never had he seen a car drive over those sharp-bladed strings without bursting its tires, making the car somersault like a crashed vehicle in a race."What?" he exclaimed again, his voice echoing like thunder reverberating through the canyon. He could not believe what he had just witnessed as he emerged from his hiding spot and walked to the string on the pavement."He drove over this, and it had no effect on his car tires?" he asked himself, beginning to wonder like a perplexed detective faced with an unsolvable mystery."Or is this string fake?" he suddenly questioned."I bought this string for a hundred dollars.
After his father hung up the call on him, Alexander took another deep sigh. He then launched the CNN app right on the highway he was on. However, he didn't mean to stop walking.Launching the CNN app, he saw that the interview had been going on for 25 minutes right beneath the screen. “25 minutes?” he exclaimed surprisingly, wondering if he had spent so much time on the highway since he drove his car onto the street.Increasing the volume of his phone, he began to hear the voice of reporter Jasmine. “It’s funny how Mr. Alexander Reeds is the one who called for the interview. Yet, he isn't the one here. Why do you think he did not come, Master Julius? Do you think he is afraid of you?”“This is a very smart question, reporter Jasmine, and I commend you for asking,” Julius responded. He continued, “You see, before I answer this question, I will first put myself in Alexander’s shoes.”“There was a time I was accused wrongly, yes? If I had not been wrongfully accused, and what they said a
"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Julius laughed immediately before he said,"Reporter Jasmine, do you not know that no matter how a donkey pretends not to drink water, he will still get thirsty and drink no matter how long he pretends he won’t? If Alexander covers up his tracks, how long before he makes the same mistakes again?" Julius said it with a lot of confidence."That's not what I meant, Master Julius," reporter Jasmine said."Oh! What do you mean?" Julius asked almost immediately."I mean, what if Mr. Alexander decided to flee after hearing what you have said about him? What if he ran from the city or the country? How then would the hand of the law catch up with him?" "Hahaha. You speak as if you are naïve to these things, reporter Jasmine. But, of course, I understand. You must ask these kinds of questions so that your audience can understand the situation, and this is why I am going to answer in detail.""More than a decade ago, there was this young man called Hushpuppi. He suddenly becam
“I was thinking, you couldn’t make it because you'd think the road is too quiet and anything could have happened on the way, judging by how wealthy you are. The bad guys may want to take advantage of that and double-cross you on the way,” reporter Jasmine said.“Yes, you are right, reporter Jasmine. Hahaha,” Julius laughed before saying,“The road is too silent and anything could have happened on the way. Judging by my status, I should not be driving on a quiet road such as the road to this place, Dungeon Bell. And this is what my personal guard insisted on as well.”“However, I am confident that nothing can happen to me because I drove in my Sedan Luxuria, and there is absolutely nothing that can get to me right in that car.” Watching the whole of the interview section from his phone, Alexander, who was still on the highway, smirked. “The Sedan Luxuria, you say?” he muttered to himself as he scoffed right after. “We will see about that,” he said to himself again.As he said this, he knew that right after the interview ended, it wouldn't take long before Julius passed through the highway again. Thus, his thoughts were upon him again.“I shall wait for him, and I shall shoot him right in the face. If his Sedan Luxuria is so sophisticated, his body is not sophisticated,” he scoffed once again.Immediately, as he scoffed, he scrolled his finger on his phone screen and launched the dial-call app. Launching the app, he exclaimed, “No, I better not inform my father aboThe Revenge Of Julius Sabbath Chapter 153: Alexander Second Trial