RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System
Chapter 330 - 330: More Messy

"I don't need you doing anything obvious. I'll handle the heavy load, just be a good girl and listen to me."

These were the words I used to pull a thirsty Annie to my cause.

While recruiting the woman was quite risky—as she could decide to risk my wrath and go back on my words, it was much easier to further stain what had already been stained.

At the moment, I was in a newly hired jet speeding toward Los Angeles.

San Bernardino was not too far from Los Angeles International Airport, and I expected my flight to touch down in the next 30 minutes.

I didn't question Denise about the cost of the new hire but applauded her efficiency.

Landing at Los Angeles International Airport, I got into a black Rolls-Royce hired from a company, chauffeured by an old man with a white moustache and a happy smile. I reconsidered the decision I made about having a driver.

"She needs to be a bombshell, but also able to hold her own.

Also, her driving skills need to be top-notch."

I let perverted thoughts run rampant in my mind for a while, then my focus returned to my expression, and I instructed the driver:

"Turn the radio up."

{This might just turn out to be the longest car chase in...}

"Any idea how far they've gone?" I asked from behind.

"I don't know the particular spot, sir, but I believe they're now on the outskirts of the city.

It's appalling what the women of our society have turned into.

I hope for the children, to have to be victims of such a brutal event. The families..."

The old man showed himself to be a sentimental human, and I let him talk, not minding his words.

It was a good thing, though, that the man knew when to be silent, and he immediately did so the minute the tone of the reporter over the radio changed.

{Breaking News: I am just receiving information that Los Angeles International Airport has come under attack.

The control tower has just been bombed, and gunshots are flying all over.

It has not been confirmed, but this seems like the work of a terrorist...}

"Sir, can you please go faster? I can't afford to be late to my destination."

"Of course." The old man regained himself, having been stunned by the news just being reported.

{This coming live: A plane taxiing at the airport just had one of its wings blown off, and two planes parked in the hangar have had their tyres blown out...

An explosion just went off within the building...}

"Oh my God, sir. Are you hearing the madness happening?"

"Yes. This is rather worrying."

"First the bombing at the train station, the explosion of vehicles, killing of hospital staff, and now the airport is under attack."

"You forgot the missile strikes here in the city," I thought, but then again, that information wasn't public knowledge, so I kept it to myself.

Having done my calculations correctly, by the time the car came to a stop, just over 5 minutes had gone by since the report of the incident at the international airport.

Reaching into my pocket, I brought out some paper bills.

"Thanks for the ride."

"No problem, sir."

Having made a quick clean-up at the airport back in Detroit, I was now dressed in black shoes, brown trousers, and a grey long-sleeved sweater.

It had been Grace's pick, and I quite liked it, the mature presence it conveyed being particularly helpful as I approached a black gate beside a brown fence.

My current location was an estate, one for high-profile figures.

Seated in a Rolls-Royce, it had been no hassle for me to get in, and moving forward, just before I reached the gate, I bent my knees just a little and jumped up and over the fence.

Echo!!

Her house was big, but with a guard, driver, and two maids, it was no problem for me navigating my way to her room where she lay on her bed watching a TV that had been mounted on a wall opposite.

Knock! Knock!

"Come in," a voice said from inside, and I did.

Annie had on an annoyed expression, but when she saw me, the woman immediately pushed to the side, rolling and falling off her bed.

Closing the door behind me, I moved for a couch placed by the side of the bed, not the least bothered about Annie, who popped back up, standing with a gun in her hand.

"You were suspended. Shouldn't your gun have been taken?"

"How did you get in here?" Annie sharply whispered.

"Are you still suspended?" I asked, taking a seat, my arms going to the armrests, my back sinking into the cushion.

"Answer my question!" The woman moved around the bed, coming to my side of it, just a step away from me, her hand firmly on the pistol.

"I sneaked in."

Without hassle, I answered the question, but Annie wasn't paying much attention to my words. Her eyes were instead on my left hand, which now held her gun, her own hands empty.

"When did you..." The woman took two steps back, wanting to run, but I pointed the gun at her and she froze in place.

"Are you still suspended?"

"Yes."

"Hmmm..." Bringing the gun down, I took out its cartridge, placing it in my pocket, and then threw the pistol itself on the bed, inviting the woman to sit.

"What do you want?" Annie ignored my invitation on the phone.

"You were much sweeter on the phone.

While you've been suspended, for the time being, your office still remains empty.

In the next three minutes, you will get a call from the mayor temporarily reinstating you to take command of the police force in the city.

If that doesn't happen, then you will call him and ask to be reinstated as Chief of Police, only for today.

The bombing at the station, you did a good job and arrested some of the shooters, cutting them off when they tried to escape.

Remind the mayor of your past accomplishments and convince him that you want to serve the beautiful city you love, even if it's just one last time.

The city is currently a mess, the leadership of an experienced hand is needed."

Annie was taken aback by my words, confusion on her face, but this only lasted for a second as her brain caught up, and horror climbed her face.

"Don't tell me..." The woman's head snapped toward the TV, which showed smoke rising up from the Los Angeles International Airport.