CHAPTER 235: FLIGHT TO TEXAS

’Fuck me.’

When they got down from the bus, Max couldn’t help but curse inwardly when he spotted the latest generation 0 Sikorsky S-97 Raider chopper sitting silently afar.

He happened to chance an article about it once.

From what he read,

this was the latest, fastest chopper to exist at the moment.

Specifically used by the special unit of armed force for quick impact raids.

Compared to the Super Falcon X jet he flew in yesterday, this held more weight and signified a breakthrough in humanity’s invention.

’It is only day 2. I’m amazed by the luxury Elites enjoy.’

While in thought, the carefree sharp voice of the instructor shook him out.

"Our stop for today is Texas. Let’s get your new buddy here a licence."

’Licence for what?’

Max thought, suddenly feeling dismayed that Miles wasn’t here. Or the youth could have filled him up on all that was happening or going to happen.

After his earlier clash with Kieren, the group acted rather distant.

No one seemed eager to provoke him. But at the same time they didn’t go out of their way to appear friendly either.

Even Ash, the youth who approached him when he first arrived at the Elite Base 2 days ago, kept his distance, glancing in his direction a few times with an unreadable smile on his face.

Kieran kept a frown on his face all the way.

The first ranked SS Elite and the other sly-looking youth chose to sit at his back during the bus ride, so Max couldn’t exactly tell their expression.

The girls, however, had been intensely focused on their phones.

Though they seemed cold and nonchalant now, Max noticed when they stole a glance at him.

’Texas is more than 2 hours away even by flight. Let’s see how this baby does.’

Like all boys, Max was more interested in the classified chopper than the beauties in it.

They all boarded. Their instructor was the last to get in and surprisingly took control of the second pilot seat, slipping on a pair of earphones and speaking to the first pilot. Compared to Miss May, Max felt a flush of embarrassment at the thought.

Despite both being instructors, Max could tell the man before them wasn’t that simple from the way he spoke and even smoked in class. Hoping that his students fought.

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There were 3 rows of seats within the chopper. Each is able to accommodate 3 persons.

The first and second rows faced opposite sides, their backs parallel to the walls of the cabin. The third row, located at the back, faced the second row, creating a small "face-to-face" arrangement.

Being the second to board, Max chose the first row next to the window, wanting to admire the view later on.

The first ranked SS Elite, who Max now knew to be John, sat on the third row seat, the clingy girl, Sasha, was right next to him. Dominic placidly watched her force herself on the guy while being nudged by her movements repeatedly.

Zara lovingly placed her head on Kieran’s shoulder, pouting after he ignored her. Seemingly lost in thought.

Ash sat next to them, with a nonchalant pose. Unbothered by nothing.

"Alright! Hang on tight, we are taking off," the first pilot’s voice pierced through the cabin, carried clearly over the hum of the rotors.

It was at this time Max realized there was a figure next to him and couldn’t help glancing.

’Briar.’

He recited her name in his mind, recalling what she had been called.

Sensing his gaze, she tilted her head towards him and ushered him a simple smile.

’Hi?’

Noticing her hand slightly raised as she wiggled her fingers at him, Max read her lips.

’Is she trying to talk to me?’

Not that he was going to reject a beauty trying to talk to him, especially when everyone else didn’t want to interact with him.

Max responded with a calm nod, casting his eyes over her appearance without holding back.

Her eyes were deep emerald green. Her hair, jet black, rested over both sides of her shoulders.

She wore a form-fitting ash top underneath her black leather jacket, highlighting her modest-sized boobs and perfectly formed flat tummy. A bit of her cleavage was left to appease the eyes. A thin trace of her bra subtly ran a line beneath.

His eyes rested on them for a second, judging just how firm they would be.

To Max, it was clear that her breasts never got that perfect treatment or never even experienced getting treated right.

’Is she pure?’ The thought couldn’t help but cross his mind, thinking of his sister and Alicia, who were also virgin SS Elites till he plucked their fruits.

Although she didn’t look like it, it could be possible.

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Seeing Max’s eyes fall to her boobs, Briar almost frowned in disgust, her impression of Max almost dropping to 0.

However, before she could, she noticed how empty his gaze was.

No desire. No fantasy. Not even amusement.

He looked at her like her breasts were made of stone.

Briar was speechless. She couldn’t understand why or how. But her dignity as a girl who savoured attention was challenged.

Not even Ash, who refused her advances, didn’t like seeing her cleavage, and lookedingly praised how good they looked sometimes.

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Clueless of what was happening in her mind, Max waited a second to see if she would try to forward a conversation before turning to glance through the window.

As of the moment, he felt empty.

His late-night adventure had drawn every bit of lust in him. Currently, he was still spent and recovering. There was no doubt that if he got home today, Thalia would be starving for his cock.

The thoughts of fucking a bunch of SS Elite girls weren’t something he entertained, which was why his gaze was empty.

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The chopper flew at an amazing speed up high in the air.

The view of the city below was more than breathtaking under the sun. Just as he was lost in wonder, Max felt a soft tap on his thigh, tilting to notice the black screen with a series of words on it.