My Wives Are Too Overpowered

Chapter 47 After I Get Killed, I’ll Be Back In Elysium Right?

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Standing atop a tall building, Nix's cyan hair fluttered with the wind as she watched the yellow taxi Alex was in, run on the freeway.

There was a smile on her face and turning to the side, she said, "Scarlett sis, husband did well."

Scarlett, wearing gray sweatpants and an oversized black t-shirt, yawned and said, "Fi-chan, you hardly put any effort into this. You know this won't do, right?"

Nix was in a white top and blue jeans. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Big sis, the guys I asked to go after husband aren't small fries."

Walking on the edge of the tall building and going beside Nix, Scarlett wrapped her arms around her shoulder and said while looking at the running yellow taxi, "that's the problem Fi-chan."

"You found someone too big and they might've done a background check on husband. It's obvious that they would've found him to be an ordinary student who could be easily killed."

"They therefore only put moderate efforts and didn't even use any schemes or tactics. It should've been you who could've put them on a proper plan to assassinate husband, not just send a few people in a car with guns."

Nix sighed. "I understand. However, big sis, you should know this…"

Nix looked at Scarlett seriously. "I am not going to do any physical harm to husband on my own."

Scarlett chuckled and ruffled Nix's hair. "Do whatever you want, my lil matcha muffin. Just give him a hard time and boost his drive to achieve his goal better."

Nix wrinkled her nose as she got herself called a matcha muffin.

However she was really tolerant of her older sister and didn't mind it much. She knew it was her way of showing affection.

Nix nodded her head to Scarlett's response. She then asked, "How long do I have to do it again?"

"Do what?"

"Play like a villain and give husband a hard time."

Scarlett chuckled. "Until he either kills you or accepts you as his wife."

Nix nodded. "After I get killed, I'll be back in Elysium right?"

"Heh heh heh…" Scarlett chuckled and pinched Nix's nose. "Definitely not. An average lifespan for a mortal in this world is eighty years, you're not coming back until you serve the full eighty years."

"What the—" Nix knitted her brows. "How is that possible? I am literally Infinity, you know? Surely I cannot be confined into a puny fabric of space-time that this world offers."

Nix was too flabbergasted with Scarlett's response.

Scarlett chuckled again and patted Nix's head. "Yes, yes, my dear. You're also just below me in the power hierarchy, but that doesn't change one fact."

"What fact?"

Scarlett turned Nix in a certain direction and her focus there.

Nix's cyan-colored eyes shone and focused in that direction.

Scarlett then answered, "the fact that she… is here."

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Achoo!

Melissa, who was cooking in the kitchen, suddenly sneezed.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Janet asked, concerned.

"Oh, yeah, nothing to worry about." Melissa said while rubbing her nose.

She felt someone was watching her and turned her head in that direction, only to find out that there were indeed two people watching her.

One was a cute cyan-haired girl flashing an apologetic smile while the other was an annoying bitch with a smug look, holding a sign that read 'penis'.

A vein popped on Melissa's head, but she was beside her mother-in-law and couldn't go beat up that smug bitch, thus she diverted her attention from them and focused on her cooking.

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DuDuDuDuDuDuDu!

"S-sir… there's a cho-o-op-per!" Carl stuttered and said, terrified of the situation.

Alex laughed in response. "You worry too much, Arl. Anyway, stop the car at the side."

"But s-sir…" Carl was afraid Alex would get killed by the police and goons chasing after him with guns.

Alex ruffled Carl's hair and said, "Don't be afraid."

Carl was a good kid, from what Alex made out so far, and he had a positive opinion of him.

While Carl stopped the car at the side, Alex saw a few black face masks in the car and took them with him.

He then looked at him and said, "hey, I want your hoodie."

Carl was wearing a black hoodie while driving.

"I can't take it off—"

Alex put one hand on the steering wheel and kept the car stable while his other hand ensured to take out Carl's hoodie.

It all happened in a mere few seconds.

"Woah!" Carl was seriously impressed by this.

Alex then took his own shirt off and gave it to Carl. "Quickly wear it before the police or traffic camera captures an image of you."

Carl nodded and with Alex's help, wore the shirt.

Once this was settled, Alex took his phone out and said, "keep this with you. I'll find you and get back to you soon. If you're in need, the passcode of the phone is xxxx and the bank account number on the bank apps is xyzx. Take as much as you want, I don't mind."

"Anyway…" Alex looked outside and saw no cop cars, just a chopper. "…don't fully stop the car, just slow it down so that I can jump. Once I am out, drive faster and go somewhere busy, okay?"

"S-Sir… I—" Carl had no confidence he could do what was asked of him.

Alex didn't give him a chance of doubt and immediately jumped out of the taxi when Carl was questioning things and slightly slowed down.

"OH FUCK!" Carl said in panic and slightly lost control of his taxi.

He eventually stabilized it and looking at the empty seat, let out a sad expression.

Meanwhile…

"Arrgh!" Alex had jumped onto hard concrete and got some injuries. Thankfully there were no fractures and his bones were fine.

The chopper which was following the taxi saw Alex jump out and locked its target on him, leaving the taxi alone.

News of Alex was relayed to the local police force and…

"Again!?" A uniformed officer sipping coffee exclaimed while standing near a cop car.

"Seems like it, officer. Let's go!" Another uniformed officer said and throwed the coffee in the trash.

"No, I am not throwing my coffee away!" The officer rushed into the car while holding hot coffee.

"Be careful, if it spills you're getting third degree burns."

"Just drive slow. You know how things go with these cases. They order us to chase them, but then we're eventually told to stop as the criminal could very well be a Blessed and kill us all. Honestly, we should all let the Blessed department handle the criminal cases."

The officer who was driving nodded. "That's correct. But then we'd be jobless. In any case, hold on tight, we have gotten orders and need to fulfil our duties!"