Free Web NovelChapter 162: Chapter 162: Public Access
The supercharged Shelby GT500 glided to the curb outside the address on Tenth and Main, its exhaust emitting a low, predatory rumble that immediately drew the attention of everyone on the block Alexander killed the ignition, stepped out of the leather interior, and adjusted his jacket to ensure his weapon remained completely concealed.
He pushed through the front door beneath the flickering blue neon sign.
The interior wasn’t a standard, sterile electronics repair workshop It was a massive, dimly lit gaming lounge packed with high-end PCs Massive monitors lined the walls, flashing with active matches of League of Legends, Dota, and Call of Duty But it was the clientele that drew Alexander’s immediate focus These weren’t ordinary teenagers or casual gamers The rows of desks were occupied by individuals covered in gang tattoos, sporting heavy gold rings, expensive watches, and wearing customized variations of his cousin’s high school uniform It was an organized, localized digital operation masquerading as a cybercafé.
Alexander ignored the hostile stares, his heavy footsteps echoing as he walked straight toward the reinforced glass counter at the back of the room A heavily built man with a buzz cut and a gold chain around his neck looked up from a tablet, his eyes narrowing.
"I am looking for a specific mobile device" stated Alexander, leaning slightly against the counter, his tone perfectly level "An expensive premium model stolen yesterday from the academy locker room I know it was brought directly to this location".
The man let out a dry, dismissive snort, barely looking at him "You’re in the wrong place, pal We host tournaments and fix broken screens here We don’t deal in lost property Get lost".
"Let’s skip the standard denials" stated Alexander, his dark eyes locking onto the man’s face with icy intensity "The runner who took it from the locker room already confessed The device is in this building, and its data is currently being used to run extortion scams Return the phone immediately".
The man set the tablet down, a dangerous, mocking grin spreading across his face as several of the tattooed individuals at the nearest gaming stations stood up, their eyes fixed on Alexander "Are you deaf? I said we don’t have it Now walk out that door before things get ugly for you".
Alexander didn’t flinch He leaned in just an inch closer "Are you actually the person running this dump, or do you just work here?".
"And what if I am the boss?" asked the man, puffing out his chest, confident in his numerical advantage inside the room.
Alexander let out a soft, low chuckle.
Before the man could even register the shift in energy, Alexander’s left hand shot forward like a lightning bolt, grabbing the back of the man’s head with an iron grip With a single, explosive burst of physical strength, he slammed the man’s face straight down into the reinforced glass display counter.
The thick glass shattered into a thousand sharp pieces with a deafening crash, burying the man’s face into the ruined structure as a collective gasp echoed across the entire gaming lounge.
"Alright, you piece of shit" stated Alexander, his deep voice slicing through the sudden silence of the room as he kept the man pinned against the broken glass "I am going to keep this incredibly simple for you You hand over that specific cellphone right now, or I will kill you where you stand".
"Go... go to hell" wheezed the manager, spitting blood onto the shattered display.
Alexander didn’t waste another word He tightened his grip on the man’s collar, effortlessly dragging his heavy body over the high counter and throwing him onto the floor Alexander dropped to one knee and began striking him, a brutal, rhythmic barrage of punches that fractured bone and left the manager semi-conscious within seconds. freёwebnovel.com
The clatter of gaming headsets hitting the desks echoed through the lounge All around the room, the tattooed thugs stood up from their monitors Roughly fifty individuals moved in unison, closing the distance and forming a dense, hostile circle around the counter.
"Hey, old man!" shouted a tall, lanky youth with a bandana tied around his neck, stepping to the front of the crowd "Why don’t you leave our friend alone and get the hell out of here while you still can?". fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Alexander stopped his assault He stood up smoothly, adjusting his jacket, but not before lifting his heavy boot and stomping it directly onto the manager’s bloody face, crushing him into the linoleum.
He turned his dark, hollow gaze toward the youth in the bandana.
"Are you the leader of this little group?" asked Alexander, stepping over the groaning manager "I am looking for a specific device It’s a—".
"I don’t give a shit what you’re looking for" stated the youth, cutting him off as he drew a switchblade from his pocket, the silver blade clicking open in the dim light "Get lost".
A cold, mocking smile crept onto Alexander’s lips as he looked at the weapon, then scanned the fifty hostile faces surrounding him.
"Come on, let’s be real" stated Alexander, his tone completely relaxed as he unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the tactical grip of his hidden firearm "A bunch of hairless little bastards like you really want to pretend you’re playing in the major leagues, right? Let’s see if any of you actually have the balls to fuck with me".
"Oh, I definitely have them" stated the youth with the bandana, his grin widening as he snapped his wrist.
In a coordinated wave, the sound of clicking metal filled the entire gaming lounge Dozens of stiletto blades, switchblades, and brass knuckles materialized in the hands of the fifty thugs surrounding him They tightened the circle, confident that sheer numbers would overwhelm a single man.
Alexander stood right in the center of the hostile crowd and burst into a loud, mocking roar of laughter that echoed off the concrete walls.
"Oh man, I am absolutely terrified" stated Alexander, his voice dripping with pure sarcasm as his laughter instantly cut off, replaced by an expression of murderous intent.
His right hand moved with blinding speed, drawing his matte-black TMC sidearm from his holster Before anyone could even flinch, he aimed at the ceiling and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The deafening roar of the high-caliber round shattered the acoustics of the room Plaster and drywall rained down onto the gaming stations The sudden explosion of sound caused the entire crowd to violently gasp and take a massive step backward, their confident smirks vanishing in an instant.
Alexander smoothly leveled the smoking barrel straight between the eyes of the youth with the bandana.
"I am ready" stated Alexander, his finger resting firmly on the trigger as his cold eyes scanned the trembling perimeter "I still have exactly eleven rounds left in this magazine There are fifty of you Let’s find out right now which of you little bastards actually has the balls to be the first one to step forward".
