CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 29: ELLA LIKES MY COCK SLAPPING HER

I sent a message to Helen.

[I have urgent work to handle, leaving now, I’ll be back in a few days. The money for Jesse’s college is ready, don’t work too hard, love you, your brother.]

Ding.

Helen was shopping at the supermarket when she saw two messages, one was a fifty thousand US dollar transfer, the other one was from me.

[Remember to come back.]

Upon receiving Helen’s message, I started the car and headed towards Miami.

Pressing the car phone, it was quickly connected.

"Hi, darling."

"Damn it, I’m at work." A female police officer’s voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Is the situation in Miami very chaotic now?"

"Yes, the Haitians and Cubans have started a war. Because of Claude’s affair, we’re now cleaning up the scene constantly."

It was expected. Originally the two biggest factions in Miami were peaceful, but everything changed after Claude’s case emerged.

"Other gangs are also in chaos."

"Yes, a few days ago, we cracked down on all gangs, forcing them to hand over Claude, and arrested many people, weakening all gang powers."

I was certain of one thing, Claude’s case was a carefully planned conspiracy.

Starting by wrecking the relationship between the two big gangs.

Now the black police were on tenterhooks, possibly already controlled by someone.

So they didn’t take action against the gangs.

The police department’s attitude towards the gangs became ambiguous, completely different from the time of Claude, when they were much stronger.

Now they’ve become the silent ones.

Letting the gangs fight among themselves, in a giant jungle, the predators began attacking each other.

The strong eat the weak, becoming even stronger.

A new order will emerge.

Damn it. This is a selection process!

The black police list, wielding the power of order, destroying peace, eliminating the weaker gangs.

This guy orchestrating the conspiracy was reorganizing the underground forces in Miami, even constructing a new drug market.

"Has the FBI intervened?"

"Not so far."

"Has the Mayor requested assistance from the National Guard?"

"No, that would make the situation chaotic. The Mayor barely concluded the Claude case, restoring his influence. If the National Guard appeared on the streets now, all citizens would question his capability."

"So the Mayor has instructed you to resolve everything quickly?"

"Yes, we are coordinating all the forces. Telling them to exercise restraint."

Damn it!

What an intricate layout, the Mayor is also their target.

The redistribution of the drug market, the surviving gangs will gain more territory.

The chaotic situation will devastate the Mayor’s upcoming election.

The beneficiary must be the guy who can end it all, or the one who contributes the most.

This guy must be a senior in the police department.

It might even be a black cop. If this guy is also a pawn, then the mastermind is truly terrifying; he not only controlled the black cops through the list, but also eliminated a large number of gangs.

Turning the restoration of order into the black cops’ achievements, assisting him in his bid for Mayor.

If that’s the case.

Fack!

I’ll become a victim of his next step in the plan.

"This bastard."

"What did you say?" Stella asked curiously.

"Nothing, I’m hanging up now, have a pleasant evening."

"Fack!"

Ending the call, I drove to Natasha’s house.

Opening the door, Ella looked at me joyfully. "You’re back?"

"Yes, where’s Natasha?"

"Went to the club, hasn’t come back yet. Kelly is still under police protection, so it’s just me here. Want something to eat?" Wearing a tank top and underwear, Ella found me slippers, then went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and brought me a can of soda and a plate of fruit, sliced mangoes.

I shook my head, "Where’s the bag I left here?"

"Just a moment." Ella placed the soda and mangoes on the coffee table, walked into the bedroom, and came out with my bag. "Here’s your bag."

I unzipped it, took out the AR16, loaded the magazine, attached the reflex sight to the accessory slot, pulled the charging handle, and aimed the rifle at the distant TV.

Ella looked worried, "Are you going to do something dangerous?"

I flipped the safety on, put the assault rifle back in the bag. "There’s no avoiding it now. Howard is dead, you don’t need to worry anymore, I still have things to deal with."

"Can I help you?"

"War should keep women away."

"But you saved me, I don’t know what I can do for you? I just want to help." Ella held the plate, forked a piece of mango and brought it to my mouth.

After eating the mango, I looked at the girl beside me with an expectant expression.

"Aren’t you afraid of danger?"

Ella smiled, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear, "I’ve already died once. I’d rather be shot dead than tortured to death like a toy by men, as before."

I took out the Glock 18 and handed it to the girl, "Can you use it?"

Ella skillfully loaded the magazine, picked up the pistol, and aimed, "I can use it, I believe I can do well."

"Dare to kill?"

"For you, I can do anything!"

"Alright! We’ll go out together later, remember, just do as I say!"

"I will." Ella leaned towards me, kissed my cheek.

I turned my head, looking at the girl with some curiosity.

Ella felt a bit awkward, meeting my gaze again leaned towards me, kissing my lips.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, her tongue parted my lips, entering my mouth, teasing my tongue. When we separated, saliva formed a string between our lips.