Chapter 271: Full Restore
Alex gritted his teeth. He had often suffered from some serious panful injuries during his life. But right now, as he was dealing with several bullet wounds, along with internal injuries from his large fall. He realized he was potentially experiencing the most painful thing he had ever endured in his life.
And despite this, Alex did not give up, instead he gritted his teeth and endured, like a man should, using his pain to channel his rage as he aimed down the red sight of the weapon he had scavenged off of the corpse of one of his would be assassins.
But this sight was not attached to the top rail, nor was it used to guide the trajectory of a bullet. Instead, it was attached to the fore end to the carbine. Why was this? Because this was the red dot sight which the m203 grenade launcher made us of, which was attached to the bottom rail of his carbine.
After aiming the red dot directly on the face of the pilot of the AH-6 little bird helicopter, whose passengers were currently flying at low altitude, chasing Alex and Nina down the hallway, Alex cursed out the target of his ire, before pulling the grenade launcher’s trigger.
“Light’s out, motherfucker!”
After saying this, the 40mm high explosive grenade spiraled out of the launcher’s barrel and flew through the sky towards its target. Like an action movie, Alex could have sworn that time slowed as he watched the grenade break through the glass of the helicopter’s front window and detonate within its cockpit.
And once the explosion occurred, everything went back to normal speed, as the helicopter fell out of the sky and crashed onto the highway behind the speeding pickup truck that Zane was currently lying in the bed of. Causing massive panic and chaos on the road.
But this was not Alex’s concern. Instead, he sighed heavily as he ejected the spent grenade from his launcher and relaxed in the back of the pickup. There was a look of excitement on his face. As his vision began to blur. It was only now that he realized he was bleeding out in the bed of the truck.
The smile on Alex’s face began to fade as he realized this might very well be the end. He could not even hear Nina’s shouts, as she begged Alex to stay awake so she could get him the help he needed. Instead, he expressed his thoughts aloud, completely unaware that he had done so.
“So this is the end, huh? I’m fine with that....”
But right when Alex was about to pass out from blood loss, a single image appeared in his brain. It was the sight of all of his women waiting for him on the private island. Waiting for him to return to safety. Included in this image were his infant daughters in the arms of their mothers.
[+100 Heart Points!]
Excited by this sudden revelation, Alex immediately clenched his teeth and bought the full restoration, not willing to waste what little consciousness he had left. Where he immediately cracked open the can with his remaining strength before chugging its contents.
The more Alex drank, the more mental clarity he received. Until finally, he was wider awake than he had ever been in his life. Causing him to look down at his injuries, to see that not only fully healed, but not trace of them remained, even his clothes had been repaired.
Alex immediately broke out into a mad laughter, which caused Nina to be concerned. She immediately called out to him, while still speeding the truck down the chaotic highway.
“Alex? What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Alex’s response was unexpected, as he spoke his thoughts aloud, filled with more energy then he had ever experienced in his life.
“Nina, I want to kiss you right now! I’m fine, believe me I’m fine, everything is going to be alright!”
Rather than be curious about how Alex could possibly be fine, Nina’s mind was overwhelmed by the thought of Alex kissing her. And because of this, she remained silent, while speaking her immediate thoughts aloud, but in a voice so low Alex didn’t hear them.
“Dummy... Don’t scare me like that...”
Soon after, Alex and Nina would arrive at La Madre’s compound, where the Drug Queen would become infuriated over the idea of the CIA launching an attack on Mexican soil to get rid of one of her most promising subordinates.
Alex had no way of knowing it at the time, nor did the CIA or their masters. But La Madre was now considering this attack an act of war, and would begin funding terrorist groups in the United States in order to properly quell her wrath.
The bloodshed that the CIA had now caused against its own citizens would be no small amount. And Alex couldn’t help but sympathize with the victims.