All Chapters of Dominance of the Forgotten God of War: Chapter 251
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251. Biker’s Blaze
Right at noon, Alex returned to Glenmonte and went straight to Femme Fatale’s main warehouse right next to Berrington Pier.Jakob and the head of security were already waiting for him, along with a whole crew of cleaners and warehouse workers.“How are things going? Find any salvage?” Alex asked, taking a look at the burned-up warehouse with the soot-stained walls and shattered windows.“It’s all gone. The cosmetics were highly flammable, and the anti-aging creams were also caught up in the blaze. Two hundred containers full of products turned to ash in the course of a night,” Jakob heaved despairingly with his hands in his pockets. “They found three shattered whiskey bottles inside. It wasn’t just an act of vandalism. Someone really wanted to burn the whole warehouse down.”“How’s your stock looking right now?” Alex asked, still looking at the warehouse.“Enough to last this December. But we’ll be selling empty boxes come New Year if I don’t find a way to ramp up production and secur
252. The Ultimate Racing Machine
Jakob had already picked up the important bits and pieces by overhearing the conversation, but he was still confused as to why Alex was suddenly so interested in racing.“Are you seriously thinking about taking part in a street race?” he asked, both curious and confused.“That I am,” Alex replied with a straight face.“You know night races are completely illegal, right?” Jakob questioned. “I mean, you could get arrested or just banged up pretty bad if you take one wrong turn. There are literally no safety precautions or lane markers. It’s going to be dangerous as hell.”“Good thing that I enjoy flirting with danger. It should feel just like home,” Alex replied. “But first, I am going to need my horse for this race.”“Decent superbikes are hard to come by these days. They only manufacture a handful, and most of them are made in Cobalt Cove or outside Valestra. And even if you do manage to book one, there is usually a long waiting time.”“That’s too bad. I don’t have any time to spare.
253. Engaged on multiple fronts
By now, Alex had gotten used to fighting battles on multiple fronts. The only difference was that he was no longer a commander in the army but a simple businessman who was forced to rely on wits and connections more than guns and missiles.Nabbing a few miscreants would have been a piece of cake for Alex if he wanted, but using military tactics and brute force always came with the risk of exposing his real identity and giving the media more things to keep him in the limelight that he so desperately wanted to avoid.To keep things under wraps, Alex planned to handle the recent troublemakers tactfully rather than going in all guns blazing and stirring up another controversy.While the Superleggera was being customized and modified according to racing specs, Alex took the time to visit Samantha in her private cabin in Kronos Tech’s main office.Samantha had spent the whole morning verifying their inventory and trying to contact the missing truckers, but with no luck. Currently, she was d
254. Speed Demons
The chilly winter night moved in swiftly over Glenmonte, dispatching the office goers and workers to their homes. Only a few cabs still glided up the deserted roads as snow drizzled from above like fluffy cotton balls.Zachary had already reached the shady meeting spot in Downtown Glenmonte, where half a dozen bikers were gathered for the Dragon Haze Superbike race.“Come on, man. Where are you, Alex?” he mumbled with a hint of concern in his dry voice as he kept checking his phone for new notifications.One of the bikers sitting on a Hayabusa ZR noticed Zachary’s tense expression and saw the perfect chance to have some fun at his expense.“You know the Dragon Haze race always starts with 7 participants. If your guy doesn’t come through, we’ll be one short. And that’s just gonna bring in bad luck.”Zachary glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and muttered a quick response. “He’ll show up just fine. It’s only 15 past twelve. There is still time. The race begins at half past midni
255. Perfectly Illegal
Screaming off into a haze of streaking red, Alex flashed past Maven and Jay faster than they could blink. Neon lights blurred in the distance as everything around him blended into a dizzying play of light and darkness.The speedometer displayed a consistent 200 miles per hour, but Alex throttled up and shifted gears, rapidly accelerating.With the cold wind blasting him in the face, he cut across Brooklyn Boulevard, tailing Tom and Hendrix for a good half a minute before streaking past them like red lightning.“What was that?” Hendrix gasped as Alex’s Superleggera whooshed past him, leaving his heart in tremors and sending shivers down his spine.For the first time in many years, Alex felt the thrill of chasing a goal that seemed just beyond his reach. The empty roads felt liberating as his bike glided on the asphalt like a demon tearing through the city.Racing on the streets of Glenmonte at night was not just highly illegal, but carried with it the increased risk of either landing i
256. Hell’s Highway
Shocked gasps escaped from the lips of the other bikers as they heard Kenneth’s suicidal plan.Hell’s Highway was the name assigned to the nightmarish stretch of highway 19C that ran from Glenmonte to Cobalt Cove, which was notorious for accidents.Over the last two years, 25 bikers had lost their lives on Hell’s Highway, with some ending up under the wheels of pickup trucks and others skidding off the road and smashing their heads into the ragged fields flanking the highway.Highway 19C was riddled with speed breakers, concrete barricades and was almost always under the radar of police patrol cars.But that wasn’t even the worst part.Any biker brave or stupid enough to race on Hell’s Highway had to dive headfirst into incoming traffic since it became a special one-way road after midnight.Just the very thought of getting down on the highway made Maven turn pale.“Yo, Kenneth. You are taking this too far, dude. You already got the Superleggera. You can beat Lex on any of our normal t
257. Down a slippery slope
“You really shouldn’t be doing this!” Zachary’s voice buzzed in Alex’s ear over the wireless headphones he was wearing. “There is still time to back out. Kenneth and Barry are reckless idiots, but you’re not. This race is madness!”“Thank you for your concern, Zach. But I must do it, even if it is madness,” Alex replied before disconnecting the wireless.Beside him, Kenneth revved the Superleggera, throttling up while holding the clutch. The tires burned on the asphalt, spewing out gray smoke like a chimney.“Now this is what real power feels like. Let’s see if you’re as good a biker without your own bike!”Alex ignored the remark and leaned forward, narrowing his eyes on the highway ahead.“Just focus, Ken!” Barry sniped, fixing his gaze on the towel in Maven’s hand.Maven took a deep breath and finally unclasped her fingers, dropping the towel in the middle of the road.“Go! Go! Go!”Even before the towel could hit the ground, all three bikers whizzed past her, speeding up the slopi
258. Far From The Finish Line
Alex glanced at his speedometer and realized that, despite slowing down a bit, Kenneth was still going well over 150 miles per hour.The Nelson Tunnel was barely 2 miles away, down the winding uphill path, and there was no way he was going to catch up to Kenneth before he was already inside the tunnel.“Alex! Are you even listening?” Zachary cried out again, his voice nearly breaking as he strained his vocal cords. “Stop while you still can! There will be no coming back if you get inside that tunnel!”“Thank you for the heads-up. The race is almost over,” Alex replied with unnatural calm before disconnecting and dialing up the previous speed dial number. “We have a problem here. Kenneth’s headed for the Nelson tunnel. It’s time to step up.”“Our cars are still far away. We won’t be able to get there on time,” a concerned voice replied from the other end.“Then it’s time for plan B. Go in with everything. We need to stop Kenneth before he kills himself!”Up ahead, Kenneth was having th
259. Live and Let Die
Kenneth frowned at Alex, his fingers tightly clenched into fists as he shook with suppressed rage.“What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped. “Do we look dead to you?”“No, but you soon will be,” Alex replied with an unnerving calm as he texted someone on his phone.By now, Barry had realized what was happening and turned pale as a ghost. He looked from one smirking face to another before finally turning to Alex.“You can’t be serious. You are no killer. You are a God damn businessman!” he cried in a quivering voice.Alex turned to look at him and replied with clinical cruelty, “You are right. I am a businessman. And you crossed the line by hurting my business. Now, it’s time I made you pay for my losses.”“What the hell are you two going on about?” Kenneth muttered, still clueless about what was about to transpire.“He is trying to get us killed. These cops are in on this as well!” Barry filled in, shaking all over.It was then that Kenneth got the whole picture, and it made
260. High as a Kite
Alex’s plan to lure the Brotherhood out by offering a contract on Dan Horowitz was already in motion. However, he was pretty sure by now that it wasn’t a single person pulling the strings from behind the curtains.The first lead, Oliver Martinez, was already on his mind. And he knew exactly where to find him.Alex looked at his watch and saw it was almost 3 am. He only had a narrow window to catch up to Oliver before he returned home from the nightclub.“Oliver Martinez, the little black sheep of the Martinez family. I think it’s time we finally got to know each other more personally.”Alex picked up his phone again and reached out to the police sergeant whose team had arrested the biker crew.All of them except Kenneth and Barry were still in the lockup, and their bikes had been confiscated as well.“Sergeant, I need to talk to one of your delinquents. Put me on the line with the girl.”The Sergeant did as instructed, and the next voice Alex heard was Maven’s.“He…hello?” she stutter