Ch: 84 [Rumble in Auction]

Ch: 84 [Rumble in Auction]

[3rd person POV]

Gizzle Grace was chatting with her friends in a private room in the auction house. Well, to be more specific, her friend Mariah was chatting, and Gizzie's other friend Lani was listening, while her eyes were on her phone. She was reading a mail from one of her associates.

Today, Gizzle came to the auction to sell a car and buy some cars for her collections. She heard the news that in today's auction, the auction house is putting up three rarest cars that are next to near impossible to get in mint condition. So, she flew in yesterday to attend the auction and since she was here, she decided to sell the Mustang, that was gathering dust in her warehouse.

After all, it would be the first time that Gizzie had been in an auction in a few years. There had been a small event when she had gone, but it was nothing like this in a long time.

A lot of people were selling their own cars, which were probably worth millions. And they were selling at auction just because they had money, which was ridiculous to anyone but some of the wealthier folks who liked the thrill of watching money being made by others. It was like gambling.

The auction house was packed and the atmosphere was lively. It always got busy here as soon as someone enters a place. People kept walking up and down the aisle, bidding off their cars, and sometimes there were shouts and screams that echoed through the hall. Gizzie liked to stay out of those kinds of situations. She had her trusted men take care of the bids.

And if she needed anything, she would just order them.

While Gizzle was enjoying the useless chatter, the door opened and a man in a black suit came in. He looked at Gizzle's friends and said, "Leave." Mariah nodded curtly and followed Lani outside of the room. As soon as the door closed, he turned to Gizzie with a serious expression.

"John," said Gizzle.

"Alex Wilson is here. He is standing before his car," John whispered in a low tone as if he feared he might wake someone. "He might have suspected something."

"John," Gizzle looked calm and composed, "There are too many people in this place and where there are too many people, accidents are bound to happen. Do take care of the situation and if it fails, maybe another terrorist bombing won't be that bad, I suppose." With that, she walked around John and dusted the specks of dust from his black suit.

"As you command," John responded with a smile and left the room.

"Alex Wilson. It seems our paths crossed again," Gizzle mumbled to herself as she sat on the sofa with a cold expression.

...

The auction started.

The first car was auctioned off. Everyone was waiting for the buyer to make the bid. Alex Wilson didn't make a single move during the whole procedure. His face didn't change when he read the price tag of the car. He could care less about the other cars. His eyes were on his Mustang.

After the fifth car, his Mustang Eleanor was up for bidding. A lot of people wanted the car, since there are only 2 or 3 of them in the world in working condition and the fact that it has been used in a movie made it even rarer. The bidding started at 1 million dollars.

"Who are you guys?" She questioned, "You two don't look like one of these fuckers and my tingle says you two aren't regular civilians either."

Alex's Weapon Master senses were tingling. He could see details of the explosives grafted into that man's jacket.

"Neither are you," Alex blinked before the half-dead man, picked him up by his throat with his right hand, and ripped open his shirt, revealing a ticking time bomb it's about to explode in 10 seconds, "But, you are too hot-headed." He pulled the yellow wire and then crushed the timer between his fingers.

'Weapon Master is awesome. Fuck! Can't believe I diffused a freaking bomb. But who is this lady?' Alex thought.

[Ting!] The elevator opened.

"Damn it!!!" The hot-headed woman screamed. She punched the wall on the left, shattering it to pieces, and jumped out. Then she shot out webs from her wrist and tried to pull Alex and Nyssa out. But both of them avoided.

'Webs! Spider woman!' Alex thought.

[Bang] [Bang] The three armed men came out of the elevator and started shooting.

Alex turned his back and hugged Nyssa. The bullets got reflected from Alex's body, "Fuck! It still stings like mosquito bites."

"You are bulletproof?!" Nyssa asked.

Alex just smiled without replying. The terrorists stopped to reload.

*Shadow Dasher*

Alex became a wisp of shadow and appeared before the first man and punched his stomach. His guts and organs burst out from his back. Then Alex blinked before the second terrorist and punched his guts out just like the first one and as for the third one, Alex blinked behind him and grabbed his spine, and pulled it out from his back.

Three terrorists died in less than 5 seconds.

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