Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

Chapter 141: Death By Hotdog

Chapter 141: Death By Hotdog

When Alex parked a safe distance away from the casino, he exited the vehicle with his assault rifle in hand. He immediately lowered the safety selector to the full auto position before checking to see if he had a round in the chamber, by ever so slightly pulling back the charging handle. Once he had done so, he counted the rounds he had.

With one 30-round magazine in the gun, and another coupled to it. Along with a minimalist chest rig, that carried four rifle magazines and two pistol magazines. In addition to a low profile concealable battle belt that held an additional three rifle magazines and two pistol magazines. Alex had a total of 270 armor piercing 7.62x39mm rounds, and 85 armor piercing 9x19mm rounds. All of which, aside from the magazines which were in the rifle itself, were concealed beneath his blazer.

All in all, he thought his chances of coming out of this assault alive were pretty good. After all, what he really needed to do was kill the private security, grab their keys to the private elevator that led to the penthouse, and assassinate Richard.

Of course, the police would undoubtedly surround the Casino not after his slaughter fest began, and thus Alex still needed to make his way out of the Casino and to his getaway vehicle without being noticed. Because of this, Alex wore a special backpack, which contained an item that he believed would allow him to make a quick getaway.

The reality was that since the moment Alex and Emily were attacked; he had been preparing for an assault on this casino. As he expected, it was Richard who was behind the bounty on his and his mother’s head.

But Alex had been waiting for proof of this before he went on a killing spree. After all, he was not the kind of man who simply killed innocent people. And though Richard was an enormous dick, Alex would not kill him unless given a proper reason to.

Thus, Alex had some unusual gear designed specifically for this assault. It was only after he inspected his weapons to make sure they were loaded that Alex folded the stock of his rifle and concealed it in a duffel bag. As he approached the Casino in a casual manner, and with his load out concealed beneath his buttoned blazer.

The only thing about his appearance that was alarming was the clown mask that he wore. Which immediately drew the eyes of security the moment Alex entered the building. Two large and burly men stopped Alex and were about to frisk him when he quickly drew his trusty pocket knife and stabbed the first man in the neck before withdrawing the weapon from the flesh of its victim.

Alex then immediately began stabbing the other security guard in the gut numerous times before finishing him off with a final thrust to the neck. Once these men were dead. Alex wiped the bloodied blade on their coats before stashing it away. Where he reached into the duffel bag and pulled out his AK.

Sure enough, the moment Alex killed the security at the door, an armed response was triggered along with a call to the police. Thus, Alex opened fire on those security officers who rushed to the scene with their guns in hand. A three-round burst center mass was all that was needed to put these men down, and thus Alex did so with ease. All the while, he shifted behind cover, making sure that their shots didn’t land on him.

After taking out the first wave of security guards, Alex quickly searched the corpses for a keyring. Luckily for him, he had killed a man who was high enough ranking to have what he was after. Thus, after stashing the key ring in his pocket. Alex made his way through the building. Making sure that he was not caught unaware by the security who deployed against him.

A group of armed men came running downstairs in two separate directions. Unfortunately for Alex, he was wide in the open, but he quickly raised his rifle and fired a single shit which blasted one of the men’s skulls open as if it were a watermelon being smashed by Gallagher. Alex then fired the remainder of his first magazine into the chest of the other security guard, killing him on the spot.

Once the rifle clicked, showing that it was empty, Alex quickly removed the magazine and inserted the second one that was attached to it. Where he racked the charging handle, inserting a round into the chamber as he did so, before sprinting off to the nearby private elevator.

Security officers fired at Alex from a distance as he ran through a hailstorm of bullets. Which, by the luck of god, all of their shots managed to miss him entirely. Alex, of course, returned fire during his sprints, accurately laying down enough lead to claim the lives of those who were foolish enough to attack him.

The Elevator was slower to arrive than Alex had wanted it to. After all, it had to descend several dozen floors. But Alex simply used this time to rack up more kills. He honestly had no idea how many men he had killed at this point.

But the number kept climbing, as the men kept walking into automatic fire. The concealable body armor that only a few of them wore was not enough to stop standard AKM ammunition, let alone the armor piercing shit Alex was using.

But eventually, after killing, god knows how many men. Alex eventually stumbled inside the private elevator and pressed the only button that would lead him to the penthouse suite. While Alex was in the elevator, he reloaded his weapon. Ensuring that he had a fresh mag prepared for when he engaged whatever hostiles that were waiting for him at the top.

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The police response was quick. And before Richard even realized it, there were not only several dozen police cars surrounding the hotel. But there were also SWAT teams that had deployed into the building to deal with Alex’s assault. What surprised the authorities upon their breaching of the casino was that the only men who had been shot were the casino’s own private security.

This wasn’t a robbery, nor was it a mass shooting. This was a clear and precise attack on the employees of the casino, or somebody in particular. But the news knew none of this and thus they simply reported on TV that a mass shooting was taking place at one of the most popular casinos in the world.

Richard was seething while his private security tried to calm him down. Yet no matter what they told him, they could not calm the man’s anger.

“Whoever this man is, I want him dead! You hear me! No, you know what? Bring this prick to me alive so I can have the pleasure of decapitating him myself!”

It was not just Richard and his security in this room. Ryan, who Alex commonly mocked with the nickname of Diabeto, was busying eating a bag full of hot dogs, as if they weren’t in serious danger. He was shoveling the things into his mouth without a care in the world, as he told his father to relax.

“Relax father, the police have arrived, this madman will be dealt with soon enough. Here, have a hot dog!”

Richard was absolutely furious with his morbidly obese son, who was about as dull as a doornail. He was about to freak out at the fat bastard when the light of the penthouse’s private elevator turned on. The number of floors began to tick away, showing that somebody was coming for a visit. It was only now that the security realized the private elevator was active, causing the two men to withdraw their sidearms and hold them at the ready, all while speaking into the radio.

“Why is the elevator to the penthouse suite currently active? Whose in it? Respond!”

There was just one problem, the only members of the Casino’s security who hadn’t been killed by Alex during his assault, were those who were too chickenshit to intercept him, and they were busy crying in the meat locker, praying to whatever god they worshipped to spare them.

The complete and total radio silence caused the two last surviving security officers to look at one another with alarm, before asking the question that was on both of their minds.

“You don’t think….”

“No way…”

There were 80 men who were employed as armed security by Richard at this casino alone. The fact that none of them responded. It was not a good sign. But what shocked these two men was that when the elevator opened, nobody was inside of it.

Or at least it didn’t appear this way at first. Richard immediately began to scream at his last surviving security detail to investigate the elevator. Not knowing this would immediately result in his demise.

“Well, don’t just stand there like a couple of idiots! Find out what’s going on!”

The two security officers looked at each other with nervous expressions before one of them took the lead. Both men entered the elevator, and were surprised to find it was exactly how it appeared to be. There was nobody inside. Which they were quick to announce to Richard. Or at least they tried to.

“It’s all cle—”

Before the man could even finish his sentence, bullets poured down from the top of the elevator, and riddled the two men. Once Alex had spent an entire magazine and reloaded, he then removed the top of the elevator and jumped down through its opening with his rifle in hand. Where he quickly approached Richard.

The man surprisingly had a gun on him, which was .357 revolver, which he withdrew and pointed at Alex while screaming at the man to stop at once.

“Don’t you come any closer! I will shoot you!”

Alex responded to this by shifting the muzzle of his rifle so that it perfectly targeted his stepfather’s hand, the one that was holding the revolver. Alex then pulled the trigger lightly enough for a single shot to be fired at the man. If it was at all possible to turn a hand into mincemeat with a single bullet, Alex had just done it.

The middle-aged billionaire was weeping like a little girl, while screaming like a banshee as he stared at his mangled hand in disbelief. While at the same time, Ryan began to panic. He had just shoved a hot dog in his mouth before Alex had pulled the trigger, and because of this, his scream was muffled.

That is, until the fat sack of shit actually began to choke on the hot dog that he had practically shoved whole into his mouth. While Alex maintained his line of sight on Richard, who had dropped his gun nearby. He could see his morbidly obese brother-in-law literally choke to death on a hot dog through his peripheral.

This caused Alex to chuckle that the poetic death, before making a remark which the now deceased young man’s father did not hear.

“Rest in peace Diabeto…”

After saying this, Alex noticed Richard reaching for his revolver with his free hand. Which Alex immediately responded to by kicking the man onto the balcony of the penthouse. Which by now had helicopters hovering nearby. Some of them were from the news. Others were from the police. But Alex didn’t care, his voice was filled with hatred and rage while he pressed his stepfather against the edge of the balcony, while telling him what he thought of him.

“Did you seriously think that you could hire a bunch of assassins to kill me and my mother, and you would just get away with it!?! You made a serious mistake, Dick! And now you’re going to pay for such a blunder with your life!”

Richard’s tears immediately dried up, while his face recoiled in horror as he realized who this masked gunman actually was. He could only voice a single word before the megaphone which the police helicopter used to speak to Alex drowned him out.

“Alex?”

The voice, which was heightened by a megaphone, called out to Alex, telling him to free the hostage. In perhaps the worst we possible.

“Mr. Gunman! Let the hostage go!”

Alex smirked wickedly, which could not be seen beneath the clown mask that he wore. He imitated his favorite villain and quoted the iconic line which said villain had spoken while forced into a similar situation. Alex shouted out to the Police with his best impression of this legendary villain. Although it was similar to his voice from the animated series, and not the movie that Alex was quoting.

“Very poor choice of words!”

After saying this, Alex dropped his step-father from the height of the massive casino. Where the man fell to his death and splattered on the floor like a giant meat balloon. Alex did not wait for the police to open fire on him, and instead opened up his backpack, which revealed a parachute. Alex quickly strapped the parachute to himself before jumping off the edge of the balcony. Where here proceeded to fall from the sky safely away from the police encirclement.

Once he had landed, Alex sprinted off to the parking garage of another nearby casino. Where he had left his vehicle. He quickly stashed his gear in the trunk of the Mercedes before buttoning up his jacket and taking off his mask. Where he drove away from the scene of his crime, along with a bunch of other cars, as if he was just a normal man on the road.

Because more than five cars had left the parking garage at the same time, the police had no idea which one contained the shooter, and thus, Alex had gotten away scot free. Where he immediately returned to his mansion and disposed of any evidence that might link him with the shooter.

It turned out that Alex had killed 78 out of the 80 security guards at the Casino, which, along with Richard’s death, and that of his obese son; made this the most deadly shooting in American history. The best part was that Alex had used an illegal machine gun.

This meant that the gun grabbers in DC could not possibly use this “tragedy” as a means to ban certain types of firearms. As it was quickly pointed out by the opposition that the shooter had used an illegally obtained weapon. And thus no new laws would have prevented this attack from happening.

As for Alex, he decided to celebrate the death of his asshole of a stepfather and stepbrother, by revisiting his prisoner, where he showed her the videos that had been taken of his assault, and his daring escape by the media. After which, Alex spoke the words she would never forget in her life.

“Your employer is dead. The contract is now null and void. I suggest you drop it…”

Amahle was in total shock at what Alex had pulled off. He was a single man, and yet he had stormed a heavily guarded casino and killed its CEO. The ebony beauty couldn’t help but remember the fight nickname that Alex had, which she had learned while researching his background.

The African bombshell could only scoff in disbelief after Alex had removed her blockage. And despite the fact that she was currently being sexually stimulated on practically every front by her captor. Amahle managed to voice her thoughts aloud.

“Baba Yaga…”

Alex smirked and nodded his head as he heard this, and approached the woman while whispering seductively into her ears.

“You know until today I didn’t think I was deserving of such a nickname. But surprisingly it fits… Now, how about you agree to let this matter go… And I will set you free, no harm no foul, how does that sound?”

Unfortunately for Alex, Amahle was stubborn and spoke the words that he wanted to hear the least.

“It doesn’t matter… I was paid in advance…. The contract still stands!”

Alex thought the ebony beauty was being serious at first. But when he looked into her eyes, he saw that she was pleading with him to “convince” her otherwise with his body. After all, she had been left strapped to a rack, and stimulated on all her sensitive spots with vibrators for several hours. And this was an addition to the poison that Alex had seeped into her body, via his three skills [Incubus], [Pheromones], and [Siren’s Call!]

The woman had never felt a greater desire for sexual release in her life. One that she was wholly incapable of achieving without Alex inside her. Thus, the man wore a devilish smirk while he responded to her “threat” with one of his own.

“We will see about that…”