50 cal. I knew it instantly. And that? That was f*cking insane. Who the f*ck uses fifty cal sniper rifle In broad day light?!
I roared mentally In my head. While rounds slammed into the side of her luxury sports car, shredding through metal and glass like it was paper.
Luckily, whoever the shooter was, they were using standard rounds. No armor piercing ones. If they had been, the car's engine block wouldn't even be shielding us right now.
I pressed her down, keeping her head low, just in case the shooter decided to adjust their angle.
"What the f*ck?! Who the f*ck did you piss off for them to use a .50 cal sniper rifle in broad daylight?!"
I roared, my voice barely audible over the relentless barrage. I expected her to be scared. I expected her to be panicking.
Instead. She just shrugged. And grinned. As If It was just another monday for her.
"Dunno. A lot of people want me dead."
I stared at her. Motherf*cker.Suka b*yet. S*aize. I started cursing in every language I knew In my mind.
For f*ck's sake, I just went out to buy groceries, and now I'm in a f*cking firefight?! I swear to every g*d that has ever existed, this woman was definetly cursed.
For a brief, fleeting moment, I considered bailing. She wasn't my problem. This wasn't my fight. And yet I didn't move.
Because despite everything, despite knowing this was none of my business, my rotting conscience or whatever shriveled remains of it still existed.
Wouldn't let me walk away. F*ck me and my good heart.
"Alright, here's what we're gonna do,"
I hissed, still pressing her down.
"I'm gonna call the cops and tell them to bring In the SWAT, and In the meantime you keep your head down. Got it?"
...
FL POV
Invicta's pupils glowed faintly, scanning and analysing his every movement, reaction, and decision. So far, so good. Although unexpected this situation was perfect for a test.
She was going to see what he would really do, whether he really was worthy to be her partner or not. The moment he pulled out his smartphone. Her pupils glowed yellow again.
...
MC's POV
I yanked out my phone, thumb ready to dial emergency services. Only to see a black screen. My smart phone was dead. Not just dead, It was completely wiped.
Motherf*cker, WHAT THE F*CK DID I DO TO PISS OFF FORTUNA THIS BAD TODAY?!
I stared at my phone like it had personally betrayed me. I tried turning it back on. Nothing. Not even the fake hope of a low battery warning.
It was completely dead. And as I sat there, fuming, wondering if the universe itself had a personal vendetta against me. I heard it. That Infuriating voice.
"Seems like youre phones dead, mines too though"
I gritted my teeth before looking down. There she was. Laying beneath me, grining while waving her dead smart phone that probably cost more than my apartment.
Still watching me curiuosly. Like this was all just a game. I exhaled slowly. I was so f*cking done with today.
"Alright, new plan."
I exhaled sharply, steadying my nerves as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Then, without thinking, I let my eyes roam over her hourglass figure.
Damn. Did she have to be this deadly of a female fatale? My mind derailed for half a second, the situation momentarily fading as my brain turned to mush.
Wait. Focus, man. Priorities, Drac. Priorities. I muttered In my mind, shaking my head. Bullets first, ogling later. I snapped my focus back to her and asked.
"How much do you weigh?"
Her brows furrowed, a pout forming on her black lipstick covered lips.
"No wonder you're a fourty year old bachelor,"
She muttered, completely disregarding the fact that we were under f*cking fire. Motherf*cker. This crazy b*tch. Im about to snap her neck myself at this rate.
I felt my blood pressure spike. Deep breaths, Drac. Deep breaths. I asked again, this time more forcefully.
"Stop f*cking around and tell me how much do you weigh?"
She sighed dramatically before tilting her head.
"Sixty kilograms exactly. Why?"
Hmmm. Sixty kilos. I can work with that. Without warning, I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around her and hoisting her up into a princess carry.
"H... Hey! What the hell?!"
She barely had time to react In mock surprise before I sprinted. Right. Then hard left. Then another right. I zigzagged, dodging the hail of sniper rounds as bullets slammed into the pavement around us.
OH F*CK. OH F*CK. OH F*CK ME, WHAT THE F*CK AM I DOING?!
Each impact sent debris flying, the sheer force of the .50 caliber rounds leaving craters in the asphalt. I didn't slow down.
Didn't think. Only ran while cursing myself In my mind for my bad life choices. My car was the only cover left. One more sprint. I jumped.
WHAM.
I threw myself through my open driver's door, still holding her in my arms which I had to say felt pretty good and I had held my fair share of women In my hands. A split second later.
CRASH!
The rear windshield exploded, shattered glass raining into the car as another round ripped through the air.
BANG!
Front glass shattered, sending another spray of jagged shards across the dashboard. I gritted my teeth, my back stinging from the tiny cuts as I barked at her.
"MOVE YOUR FAT ASS!"
"WHO'S FAT, YOU ASSHOLE?!"
She kicked wildly, but finally shifted, scrambling into the passenger seat. I ducked low, keeping my head just barely above the wheel, and twisted the key.
The engine roared to life. First try. H*ly s*it, It actually worked. Now. We just had to get the f*ck out of here, without hesitation I hit first gear and floored the accelarator pedal.
The tires screeched, rubber burning against the asphalt as I sped onto the highway like a man possessed.
Cars honked, pedestrians who havent fled yet because they didnt hear the gunshots cursed, and I weaved through traffic like an absolute lunatic, barely keeping the rust bucket from flipping.
HONK!
I turned my head just in time to see the massive front grille of a truck filling my vision. Truck kun. Every Isekai protagonist arch nemesis. And he was hungry.
I yanked the wheel hard left, barely dodging the truck by a fraction of a second, the sheer force of the near miss making my car shudder violently.
I just avoided the possibility getting sent to another world and getting tasked with defeating the demon lord.
Wait a minute? Maybe that wouldnt have been so bad after all?! Hey truck kun my man come back I want to get Isekaid already!
"Motherf*cker I just missed my once In a lifetime chance!"
I bellowed, my heart trying to claw its way out of my ribcage. I caught a glimpse of the truck in the side mirror, the driver flipping me the middle finger as if I was the one at fault, which I technically was.
Never less still an asshole. I exhaled shakily, knuckles white on the steering wheel.
"Alright, I'm dropping you off at the nearest police station,"
I muttered, keeping my eyes on the road as we miraculously hit green light after green light. I frowned. Wait. That wasn't normal. Seven green lights in a row?
What kind of black magic was this? Before I could question it further.
BOOM.
An explosion of smoke and flames erupted just ahead, sending a shockwave through the air and flipping the unlucky sod that was driving his electric car that must have costed a pretty penny upside down.
I barely had time to process it before I saw a man jump out of a moving jeeps top In my review mirror, an RPG slung over his shoulder.
His eyes locked onto me. The RPG's barrel aimed directly at my car.
"MOTHERF*CKER!"
I banked hard right, tires screeching as the rocket whooshed past us, missing by a g*dsdamn hair.
KABOOM!
The rocket detonated against a nearby billboard, sending debris raining down onto the street.
What the Actual F*ck?!
I was practically in tears at this point.
Just… just what the hell is going on?!
I gritted my teeth, gripping the wheel so hard my fingers hurt.
"JUST WHO THE F*CK ARE YOU?!"
I barked at the completely unbothered woman beside me.
She was still lounging, one leg crossed over the other, not a single bead of sweat on her perfect, smug face.
Hearing this she finally lowered her sunglasses, revealing those dangerously amused purple eyes.
"Would you believe me if I said I'm the world's number one wanted hacker?"
She smirked.
"In other words number one on every country's naughty list?"
My brain f*cking short circuited. At this point I didn't even bother to respond.
Because the moment I saw the blacked out minivan pull up alongside us, I knew what was about to happen.