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Trillionaire they never noticed One question
"Come on! I thought you said you were someone dangerous, why them aren't you putting up much of a fight?" Tabulee voiced as he walked towards Scott who struggled to stand up and was currently coughing up blood.Tabulee swung out another kick towards Scott's chest, but he managed to twirl his body sideways and weaved the kick by a hair length. But Tabulee didn't stopped there, he closed the gap instantly, grabbed Scott's sporting black hair, and jammed his head into the wall.Blood splattered around as Scott's head was slammed against the wall hardly and he fell down to the floor."You are dead meat, Scott Carden!" Tabulee spoke in a deep and demonic tone as he walked towards his dagger and picked it up.Tabulee walked towards Scott, his dagger gripped tightly in his right hand and his gaze fixed intently on Scott who just laid down there with blood flowing out from his head, and bruises all over his body.WAW" WAW" WAW" WAW" WAW" WAW"The sound of siren caught the attention of Tabulee
Trillionaire they never noticed Complex situation
"Doctor, do you have a second?" Jordan beckoned on him."What's the matter, officer?" The assistant doctor inquired."I just have one question for you. Who else did you inform about Marie waking up from her coma earlier today?" Jordan questioned in a deep and serious tone, and his eyes glaring right into the eyes of the doctor.The doctor stood there for a few seconds before he finally responded, "I only informed her brother, no one else.""Just Scott? Are you sure?" Jordan questioned."Yes. Just him." He responded before walking away, leaving Jordan alone with his thoughts. Jordan weren't back to the bench and sat with looks of contemplation."He only told Scott about it and no one else, meaning the only people who knew about Marie's recovery was I, Chief Jim, and Scott." Jordan pondered internally. "I was with Chief the whole time, so he probably didn't tell anyone else. Scott on the other hand, I'm not sure. If he is working with the Gang Hunter and also gave him info about Marie w
Trillionaire they never noticed Don't roam around by 10pm
"How did I get here?" Scott demanded."I brought you here." Jordan answered back."You did? How did you know I was in trouble?" Scott questioned in surprise."I didn't. I was only there following orders, and then I found you barely alive on the floor " Jordan explained. "Who did this to you, Scott?"Scott remained mute after hearing the words of Jordan as he contemplated on whether or not he should tell him that the people responsible for it was the Fernando's family.If he should say something against the family, the police might take legal actions on them, and that could tamper with his mission here. So the best thing to do is give a false report."I got attacked by gang members." Scott responded."Really? Why?" Jordan inquired, as he took out a small notepad from his pocket and jotted something down."I really dunno. They just showed up and attacked me. It's not a new thing really, it has been going on for quite a while now so I'm not really surprised." Scott responded in a calm to
Trillionaire they never noticed Barry's suspection
(SOMEWHERE ELSE)The police station was a bustling hub of activity in the afternoon. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a bright glow over the rows of desks and chairs, where officers typed away on their computers or chatted with colleagues. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and worn leather.To one side, a large conference table dominated the room, surrounded by chairs and stacks of files. A whiteboard covered in scribbled notes and diagrams stood at the head of the table, a testament to the ongoing investigations.The sound of keyboards clacking, phones ringing, and muted conversations filled the air, punctuated by the occasional rustle of papers or the creak of a chair. A TV mounted in the corner played a live news broadcast, the anchor's voice a steady hum in the background.The walls were adorned with maps, charts, and wanted posters, a visual reminder of the station's purpose. A water cooler stood in one corner, next to a vending machine dispensing snacks and dr
Trillionaire they never noticed He's built differently
"That's what I thought. I don't know for sure, though, but based on his words I can tell he knows something. Question is, how much does he now and how did he find out?" Chief Jim bellowed. "He probably doesn't know anything. I mean, don't get me wrong, he might be suspecting us that we are still chasing the case, but he doesn't know for sure if we are indeed chasing the case. He is yet to catch us red-handed, neither does he have any evidence against us, so relax, Chief. As long as we play this safe, nothing would happen." Jordan remarked with his voice barely above a whisper."That's good. We have to be extra careful when having our meeting." Chief Jim sounded. "Since tonight is the night of the annual gang meeting, we should all meet in the secret tunnel to revise the plan and make things clear." He added."Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll inform the rest of the team and we shall all gather up in the tunnel." Jordan gave him a salute before standing up and exiting the office.***Bac
Trillionaire they never noticed Poor but secretly rich
The footsteps got louder until Tory could be seen in front of his footsteps. She was dressed in a short tight gown that revealed her body shape, and a heavy make-up on her face, with a small designer handbag hung on he shoulder.She walked into the apartment with a puzzled expression and glanced around the place. While glancing around, she noticed Scott standing beside her with a big stick in his hand like a man ready for battle."Scott, what the hell happened here?" Tory questioned with a concerned expression etched on her face.After realizing it was Tory and not more gang members, Scott lowered the stick and let out a sigh of relief."What are you doing here?" Scott questioned in a cold tone as he dropped the stick and sat back down on the floor."What am I doing here? You got me worried, Scott. You weren't answering your phone, you weren't replying my texts, I though you were-""Dead?" Scott finished her words as he stood back up. "You thought I was dead, right? That's what you wa
Trillionaire they never noticed Get on your knees and beg
"That's impossible, haha." The man muttered as he blurted out in mocking laughter, and the rest of the workers in the truck also join in the laughter."What's the matter?" Scott asked with a puzzled expression."There's no way you are Scott Carden,bro,and there's no way you ordered this goods. So please stop wasting our time and show us who Scott is." The man voiced out after having a good laugh."I see you lot aren't happy with your jobs and wish to get fired, right?" Scott sounded in a cold tone as he glanced at each and every workers faces.Hearing the words of Scott, the whole workers glared at him in bewilderment."Hey, what's with this guy?" A worker inside the truck voiced out, his gaze fixed intently on Scott."Are you going to show us the mansion of Scott Carden or not? Stop trying to be someone else which you'll never be in this lifetime. You are wretched and would always be wretched!" The man standing in front of Scott questioned with a stern look."I already told you I am
Trillionaire they never noticed Busted
"We came here to deliver your goods, sir. And we also want to... apologize." Matt informed with his head facing the floor in shame."I see." Scott nodded as he folded his arms. "Then why are you all still on your feet?" He asked."What do you mean, sir?" Matt raised his head and inquired with a slight look of puzzle evident on his face."If you want me to listen then get on your knees and beg." Scott voiced out."Err, sir?" Matt and the other's mouth widened in shock after hearing the words of Scott."What's the matter? You said you came here to beg, right? Then do it while kneeling down." Scott remarked with his arms still folded and his gaze fixed intently on the men in front of him.They all mumbled among themselves and glared at Scott with a look of hate and anger, but they had no choice but to comply unless they would all lose their jobs. After grumbling for a few minutes, they all got on one knee and apologized half-heartedly."That's no way to beg. Go down on both knees with y
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Scott and Ali made their way out of the quiet area, and a few moments later, they found themselves back in the bustling streets of Busan. They both glanced around until they spotted a taxi waiting for passengers, and without any delay, they swiftly headed toward it."Where are you headed?" the man inquired in Korean."To the Gimhae International Airport," Scott informed audibly in the man’s language.The man glared at them from head to toe, his expression a mixture of confusion and disgust. The two men in front of him were currently clad in drenched clothes, and water was literally dripping from them. They weren’t even carrying any traveling bags."Is this some sort of prank or something?" he asked with a frown."No, sir. Don’t pay attention to our appearance—just take us to where I told you," Scott bellowed, pulling out a few notes and handing them over to the man.The man retrieved the cash and examined it with a huge grin on his face. The money Scott had just given him was a lot mo
Familiar face
"The charges for using our machine is all of the money you just withdrew. And when I say all, I mean every single penny," the skinny man ordered, a mischievous grin evident on his face.Scott stood there in silence, his gaze fixated on the man, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He waited for the man to chuckle and say it was a joke—but that never happened.This man in front of him wasn't joking.He was dead serious.He meant every word he said.Every single one of them.Scott cleared his throat and responded, "That's not gonna happen."The man's eyes widened slightly in shock after hearing those words. "What did you just say?" he blurted out."I said that's not gonna happen. I'm gonna give you a few cash, and that's it," Scott bellowed, pulling out three bundles from his pocket. The cash was in South Korea's currency, but if it were dollars, it would be at least $150,000.The skinny man glanced at the money as Scott stretched it forward. Then he turned to glance at his com
All of it
Scott and the Arabic man walked down the deserted alleyway, making their way towards the area where they could hear the voices of people and the sounds of vehicles. Their clothes were completely drenched, but right now, that was the least of their worries. They had no idea where they had landed, and they were trying to figure it out.Scott pulled out his phone from his pocket and glanced at it. The phone was also drenched, but luckily, it was waterproof and hadn’t been damaged by the water. He switched it on while walking forward, his other hand casually tucked in his pocket."You don’t have any idea where we are, right?" the Arabic man inquired, breaking the silence."You keep asking me this exact question every two seconds," Scott muttered. "We both landed in the same ocean at the same time... how do you expect me to know the city or country we crashed in?" he added."I’m just a bit nervous," the man stuttered, his arms folded as he advanced forward.Scott shifted his gaze toward hi
Where are we?
The jet hit the ocean with a violent crash, a massive splash erupting into the air as it made contact with the water’s surface. It was as if the sky itself had hurled a stone into a glassy pool. Water exploded in every direction.For a few tense seconds, the damaged aircraft floated unsteadily on the churning waves, bobbing like a wounded beast, groaning under its own weight. Then, slowly, the nose began to dip, and the jet started its final descent beneath the surface.Inside the cockpit, the dim emergency lights flickered against the rising gloom. Scott remained motionless in the pilot’s seat, his hands still clamped around the yoke as though frozen in time.Every muscle in his body trembled with fatigue and shock, and his breath came out in short, sharp bursts. Beads of cold sweat slid down his temples and jawline.Beside him, the Arabic man remained in the co-pilot seat, his eyes shut tightly as if bracing for the final impact that never came. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but
The ocean
Sullivan stood frozen in place after hearing Scott’s words—like a statue carved from fear and sweat. The black parachute bag was clenched tightly in both hands.“No… You can’t do that. That’s suicide.” Sullivan finally muttered, his voice trembling. “Let me do it instead. You get out of here.”Scott turned to him slowly, the roar of the wind outside now creeping through the fuselage like the cold fingers of death. He rested both hands on Sullivan’s shoulders, firm but gentle.“You asked about the rest of the men earlier,” Scott said, his voice lower now, almost lost in the chaos around them. “You want to know why they aren’t here with me?”Sullivan stared into his boss’s eyes, his lips parting slightly, as if dreading the answer.“They’re all dead,” Scott continued. “Every single one. I can't afford to lose another comrade.”He gave Sullivan a solid pat on the shoulder, gripping him tighter. “So stop arguing and do as I say.”Sullivan swallowed hard, emotions swelling in his chest. He
Controls malfunctioning
"You and I need to have a little chat before I kill you," Scott growled coldly, his gun firmly aimed at the man’s forehead.The muscular man knelt on the floor, his palm still clutching his bleeding arm, blood seeping through his fingers and dripping onto the polished metal beneath him. His face was flushed—red not just from rage, but from the searing pain radiating through his shoulder.He wanted nothing more than to leap forward and tear Scott apart, but the barrel of the gun inches from his face made that fantasy suicidal. One wrong move and Scott would blow his brains out without hesitation. No, the only card left to play now was cooperation."You're going to answer my questions," Scott said, voice as icy as a winter gale. "Every time you disobey or refuse, I'll put a bullet in a different part of your body until you bleed out and die."The man simply shrugged, grimacing in pain, but said nothing."Who are you people? And why the hell are you after me?" Scott demanded."I'm sure y
Bringing a gun to a fistfight?
Scott sat in the jet, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His breathing, which had been erratic just moments earlier, was finally beginning to stabilize. He leaned back in the seat, trying to regain composure.A moment later, the door to the cockpit slid open with a soft hiss, and Sullivan stepped out. His expression was etched with confusion and lingering shock from the attack."What the hell was that all about, boss? Who were those guys?" he asked, his voice low and cautious, still processing the chaos they had just escaped.Scott didn’t respond immediately. He let out a deep sigh, his eyes briefly closing as he ran a hand down his face."It’s a long story, and now’s not the time to tell it," he said calmly, keeping his tone composed. "Just focus on flying the jet."Sullivan nodded slowly but wasn’t entirely satisfied. “Alright, but… how do we know nothing critical got damaged? I mean, they shot at us like maniacs. What if they hit something vital?”Scott t
Really close
Scott dropped into a seat beside the window and leaned his head against the cool glass. His eyes wandered outside, taking in the eerie stillness of the tarmac... until something abruptly caught his attention.Two black vehicles were speeding toward the private jet, closing in with alarming urgency. His eyes widened slightly as the cars tore across the asphalt and came to a sudden, screeching halt. Without hesitation, all four doors on each vehicle flung open simultaneously, and eight men emerged—each of them heavily armed.Without warning, they cocked their rifles and pointed them directly at the jet.Then all hell broke loose.BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!A deafening barrage of gunfire erupted, echoing across the open space. Scott instinctively ducked, throwing himself low and pressing against the floor. The sound of bullets tearing into the fuselage rang out like thunder.He sprang to his feet and bolted toward the cockpit, heart pounding. He shoved the cockpit door open and found Sulliv
You are going to need me
"Attacking the Head? Now that's a serious crime," Scott bellowed, his voice echoing through the vast hall. "And if I remember correctly, you said anyone who breaks the rules should be killed."Zhang Yang, who lay sprawled on the cold marble floor, swallowed hard at Scott’s words. His hands trembled slightly, and a visible sheen of sweat covered his forehead."Please... have mercy," he stammered, barely able to lift his head. "I don't know what came over me. I... I didn't mean to attack you." His voice was drenched in fear, and his heart thudded violently against his ribs.Scott’s expression hardened. He stood towering above Zhang Yang, his jaw clenched tight. "And here I was thinking I could trust you," he said coldly. "But in the end, you're no different from Wang Jian." His tone was filled with bitter disappointment. "And why are you begging for your life now? Weren’t you the same man who insisted I kill that other man earlier? You said all crimes should be punishable by death."As
