RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 154: Hypocrite

This news was quite shocking especially since I had been working on the assumption that Lucy was somewhere in the US and in either the hands of the Chase’s family or the Midaford’s.

"When does Mike’s flight leave" I asked, my mind steady.

"9 pm"

"Which airport"

"Denver International Airport"

Quickly pulling out my phone, I saw that I had spent over an hour here. It was close to 8 pm and given the amount of time it took to reach Denver, I didn’t have much time.

Though I still had more questions to ask, given my time crunch, I asked one pressing matter that came to the forefront of my head.

"How strong is Mike compared to you."

"Much stronger" Abul said, and in his eyes, I could see a light which I had snuffed out be reignited.

"Is the thought of his strength that impactful" I wondered, rising to my feet.

Bang!!

Moving from Abul, I entered the room where Abul and his men had been waiting to ambush me and with a shake of my head shot the unconscious man on the floor dead.

I had initially kept the man alive hoping to crosscheck Abul’s answer with his, but now I didn’t have much time and would just have to trust my interrogation skills.

Releasing three bullets in him, I took a look around the room which I Knew had a few hidden compartments filled with wrapped bags and exited.

Two more shots left my gun as I departed, ending Sleazy’s life and when I got to the door which led to the shop I had entered from, I let three out shots through it before kicking the door open.

The bleeding body of the man who ran the shop lay on the ground holding a shotgun and walking past him, I exited the shop, nodding my head at the fact that its open sign had already been changed to close.

With both my guns put away, in the cold of the night, I walked up the street, taking in deep breaths as my body trembled.

Sure, those guys peddled drugs and were criminals under the law, but it didn’t change the fact that I had offed 10 individuals in one night and to top it off.

[Ding!! You have killed 10 individuals, MENTAL has levelled up.]

[Ding!! You have killed 10 individuals while displaying cunning and good adaptation of your innovative techniques, you have received 5000xp]

"How convenient" I sneered.

[To get to the top you need to climb over corpses, sometimes it’s just not a figurative speech.]

"I know" I sighed.

After my episode with Grace and Jane and then hearing or better yet watching Denise’s story, I understood that trampling and ending some lives were a necessity for my path but still those were 10 lives.

Sure, they sold drugs and wrecked society, but I wasn’t naïve enough to ignore the other side of the coin.

Sleazy had been with a chick before I came, he hadn’t been killing or beating anybody and the same went for Abul and his men.

Sure they could be rapists, thieves and scammers but who was I to decide that was what the other part of their life was made of without having never seen it.

Reaching a light pole I leaned against it for some minutes bringing my senses to order.

"It’s either them or me. The world against me."

I had more than myself to think of. I had so many people to think of, people who would become affected if I fucked up.

Hypocrisy was regarded as an insult, but as I pushed off from the pole, I affirmed to myself that I was a hypocrite.

I had killed Abdul, sleazy and the other men to protect both myself and my plans and most importantly my woman from becoming collateral or targets.

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If it ever occurred that I was a lawyer and their case was brought to me, I would argue my actions wrong and without evidence but as that wasn’t the case, then their deaths were the only outcome. I refused to take any chance with my babies.

Those 10 men hadn’t died because they were the bad guys or in the wrong, no they had died because it was a more convenient outcome for me.

From now on, there were three truths for me, right, wrong, and my convenience.

"That sounds quite dark" I muttered to myself as I stopped a taxi and headed for Denver Airport.

...…

Telling the driver to go very fast, I wondered exactly how to go about dealing with Mike.

"If he’s already boarded the plane, what do I do?"

"I could rush into the bridge and start a fight."

"Na, that would only get me arrested."

"How about I fire some shots in the air."

If Mike wasn’t on board, then I could think of several ways to get to him but given the time, I figured that chance to be quite low.

The idea to release some shots sounded good and promised to bring quite a lot of chaos, but there was still a chance Mike’s plane would take off.

"I could swear to have planted a bomb on the plane" I thought, then chuckling at how that would definitely land me in prison for at least 3 years, even if no bomb was found.

9/11 had been last year, I would visit the country’s best torture experts.

By the time I reached Denver airport and stepped out of the taxi, my mind was still in a scramble but I knew where to start from.

"Echo"

Immediately I stepped into the building, I used my 3d modelling ability and couldn’t help but take a step back with a wince.

Denver airport was quite large and with the hundreds of people in it, my brain had faced a bit of an overload while processing the various faces.

While fiercely rubbing my head I digested the information I had acquired and to my surprise, locked in on a figure who could only be Mike.

"Nice" I muttered, but then my face tightened and using Echo once more, I confirmed that Mike had just shown his ticket and was already headed for the bridge.

"Fuck"

"Should I discreetly let out some shots" I wondered as I rapidly moved towards the boarding area.

I wanted to move faster but was wary of drawing the wrong attention to myself.

Walking as fast as I could, from several meters I spotted the gateway, Mike already departed and then just as my eye began darting for a spot where I could operate unseen my phone began ringing.

"Not now," I said taking it out, intending to end the call and switch off my phone but then my eyes froze on the name of the caller.

"Hello"

"Marcus" a voice I knew very well said from the other end.

"Lucy."