LIGHTNOVELSTORY Chapter 33: The Plot Unfolds
Adam stepped out of the ani house, the evening breeze brushing against his school dress attire, making him an innocent figure in the darkness.
His outfit—a pink shirt, hooded cloak over a fitted tactical suit—added a sense of mystery to his already enigmatic presence.
His masked face concealed any hint of emotion, allowing only his sharp, focused eyes to convey his intent.
In the quiet of the street, he called upon Mikasa, and instantly, her avatar appeared on his phone screen—a virtual assistant he had meticulously programmed to act with deadly efficiency.
Her holographic image flickered, a digital expression of her sharp intelligence. "Mikasa," Adam's voice was low and commanding, "it's time. We need to separate and eliminate those thugs."
Without hesitation, Mikasa responded, her tone unyielding, "I'll get on it immediately." Her avatar's eyes glowed with determination before she faded out, already working on tracking down the gang members.
Adam turned his gaze to Pratham, who had been quietly observing the conversation. "Pratham," Adam spoke, his tone laced with purpose, "can you check if there are any poisonous plants nearby?"
Pratham nodded, already scanning the surrounding area using his abilities wth the help of satellite.
In a matter of seconds, he replied, "Around 300 meters away, there's an abandoned park. Hardly anyone goes there, and it's overgrown with a variety of toxic plants. They won't have any effect unless their essence is extracted into a solution."
Adam gave a curt nod, formulating the next step in his mind. "Good. Then we'll lure them to the park and make sure it's their last stop."
Pratham smirked slightly, acknowledging Adam's strategy. "As you wish, Lord Adam."
The scene shifted to Mikasa's virtual world. She was fully immersed in the depths of the Internet, her mind navigating satellite feeds and hacking networks with practiced precision.
She had been monitoring the gang for days now, tracking their movements between an old network of factories.
The men, hiding in the remnants of deserted buildings, rotated between three abandoned factories and a dilapidated apartment.
Mikasa had noted every hideout, every blind spot, every escape route.
She watched them intensely, noting a sudden break in their formation—two of the men had split from the group, and she seized the opportunity.
Mikasa quickly dialed the phone of one of the thugs, Brown.
His phone rang unexpectedly in the dead of night, and he answered with trepidation, surprised that anyone would be calling him this late.
Mikasa masked her voice, morphing it into a deeper, harsher tone. "Is your task complete?" she demanded, adopting the role of their 'boss' to manipulate them.
On the other end, Brown stammered, his voice echoing in Mikasa's speakers. "We… we promise, by tomorrow, the job will be done. The girl will be yours."
Mikasa cut him off sharply, her altered voice menacing, "I don't care about tomorrow! You'll bring her to me tonight, or you'll face the consequences." Her tone was icy, threatening.
Brown hesitated, looking nervously at the man beside him, Davis.
They both exchanged a tense glance, aware of the danger their failure would invite.
Davis leaned toward the phone and whispered urgently, "Boss, we tracked her movements this morning, but she disappeared. She didn't even show up at her school today. Are you sure she'll be accessible tonight?"
Without missing a beat, Mikasa, still in her menacing tone, replied, "If you two mess this up, I'll make sure you regret it. I regret ever getting you out of prison," she added, letting the weight of her threat sink in.
Davis, sweating under the pressure, quickly interjected, pleading, "Please, Boss, just one last chance. We won't fail this time. No matter what it takes, we'll capture her."
"I don't want to hear any excuses. She's already en route to a specific location. All you need to do is intercept her there." Mikasa gave them a precise location, one that Adam had prepared—a secluded park, shadowed by trees and wrapped in darkness.
"And remember, don't tell the remaining members because one of them is a tractor driver and I am about to send my men to kill them. If you love your life, kidnap that girl right now."Boss
"Remember, destroy your phones as soon as you memorize the coordinates," she added with cold finality.
Brown and Davis exchanged anxious glances before Brown agreed, "Understood, Boss. We won't disappoint you this time." They ended the call, completely unaware of the trap awaiting them.
Brown says, "I had already suspected that the fat guy behaves too much like a bully here."
"Leave it and let's go" Davis
As Mikasa monitored their phone, she couldn't help but smirk at their ignorance.
She had orchestrated every step, manipulating them like puppets.
Watching them, she observed as Brown threw his phone on the ground, smashing it as instructed.
He turned to Davis, who confidently nodded, "I've memorized the location. Let's get going before she disappears again."
The two men quickly made their way out, determined to complete their mission, unaware of the fate that awaited them in the park.
Meanwhile, Adam was already in the park, preparing for their arrival.
He had plucked several poisonous plants, carefully extracting their essence and mixing them with water until he had two bottles of potent solution.
He crouched behind a cluster of bushes, the two bottles nestled securely beside him.
The park was deserted, veiled in shadow, with the faintest light filtering from the streetlamps outside.
Inside, however, the darkness was complete, a perfect cover for the ambush.
Mikasa's voice crackled in Adam's earpiece, her tone smooth and confident. "Lord Adam, they'll be here in five minutes."
Adam nodded to himself, flexing his senses. MMA mixed martial arts and boxing training had honed his instincts to a razor's edge.
His muscles tensed with anticipation, his eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, scanning every shadow, every subtle movement.
Beneath his mask, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Tonight, his adversaries would face the full force of his skills.
To be connected ....