Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

Chapter 140: Setting a Trap for a Professional Assassin

Amahle was on the phone, while looking at several of the photos that Chad had taken for her. At first she thought the man was absolutely useless, but after his first photograph, which was merely an image of Alex, he indeed managed to take a few images of the penthouse’s security. Though it was not nearly enough for Amahle to actually formulate a strategy, she honestly expected less from a college quarterback.

While she looked over the surveillance photos that Chad had taken, a mature, and alluring feminine voice spoke into her ears from the other line of the call she was on.

“Amahle… We need you back in Mexico… Our rivals are starting to make some serious moves, and I want my best girl to take care of some personal matters for me…”

Despite the woman’s demands, Amahle did not immediately agree to come work for her. Instead, she sighed heavily, while looking at the information she had received from Chad, before informing the mysterious woman that she was busy and needed some time.

“I’ve already taken a job… But it should be over in at most another week. Once I’m done, I’ll take the first flight out to Nuevo Laredo that’s available. I haven’t forgotten the debt I owe you. But I just need a bit of time. This job became a lot more difficult after my current employer royally screwed the pooch.

If that wasn’t bad enough, one of my targets is not so easy to deal with. Despite being a nineteen-year-old civilian, he knows how to handle himself both in hand to hand combat, and with a multitude of different weapons. These fucking Americans, I swear to god…”

The voice on the other line giggled. Everything about her tone was mature and seductive, even if she did not have such an intent. She then spoke the words that made Amahle angry.

“Sounds like you’re interested in the kid as more than as just your target. Are you sure you want to kill him? If he is as talented as you say he is, despite being a simple civilian with minimal training, he might make a good Sicario for the Cartel.”

Amahle’s voice turned stern as she spoke to her contact with a particularly angry expression on her face. Perhaps if she was anyone else, the words she spoke would have gotten her decapitated, but her previous employer seemed to at the very least tolerate them.

“You have a bad habit of attributing lust where there is none, you know that? Besides, the kid is marked for death with an open contract on his head. Even if I hadn’t been paid up front for the job, I would have finished him off, anyway.

Besides, you have more important things to worry about… From what I hear, those assholes from Jalisco are giving you a run for your money. Perhaps you should be more concerned about that, instead of how I deal with my current mark?”

The line went completely silent for a while, before the alluring voice on the other end turned cold. Whoever was on the other end of the line gave Amahle a stern warning that sent chills down her spine before ultimately hanging up on the freelance assassin.

“You are lucky that you are a friend of the Cartel… Because if anyone else spoke to me like that they would have their tongue sticking out from an open neck wound… I will see you in a week Amahle, don’t be late….”

The moment the call ended, Amahle sighed in relief. In her anger, she had accidentally pissed off one of the most dangerous drug lords in the world. Luckily for her, they had a close enough friendship that she did not end up dead because of her poor choice of words.

However, before Amahle had time to properly rest, she received a text message from Chad which contained the rest of the images he had taken, along with a text that asked her out to a local bar. Though these images did not complete the rest of her puzzle, Amahle thought that the kid had done a good enough job for her to entertain him. Thus, she responded with a text message stating that she would meet him at the bar in fifteen minutes.

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Immediately after Alex had fled from the penthouse, the man rushed off to the parking lot and got inside one of the armored vehicles that his mother had purchased for him to drive around town in during this troubling time.

Though it looked like an average Mercedes-Maybach s680, it provided adequate protection up to 7.62×51 NATO projectiles, and could survive up to two grenade blasts. Making it an ideal car for Alex to follow Chad in.

After all, the man had only ever seen Alex drive luxury super cars before, and did not expect the Mercedes that was constantly one car behind him to be Alex. That was, of course, assuming Chad noticed such a thing to begin with.

Alex continued to tail Chad perfectly until the man parked his car in the parking lot of a local bar. Which Alex decided to sit back in his car and spy on the meetup. He was not the least bit surprised to see Amahle park nearby and enter the building to share a drink with Chad. Though Alex had no idea what they were saying, the two of them continued to drink well into the night until finally they parted ways.

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Alex honestly didn’t know how long he had been watching and waiting for his prey to enter the parking lot. But when she did, Alex snuck up on her, and put her in a rear naked choke, which was applied so tightly that she passed out within at most three seconds. Though the professional assassin struggled to get out of Alex’s chokehold, she had utterly failed to do so.

After choking the woman out, Alex ziptied her wrists, before shoving her into the back of his trunk, where he drove off to his mansion. By the time he got there, the woman had woken up and had been awake for quite some time. She was screaming at Alex from the back of his trunk, and when he opened it Alex pistol whipped Amahle in the face hard enough that she completely blacked out.

The second time Amahle woke up, she was surprised to see that she was naked, while tied to a rack, both bound and gagged. She understood immediately what Alex planned to do to her. But she still remained completely calm even as the man emerged from the shadow.

Alex was dressed in an all-black suit, shirt, and tie combo with a NIJ level IIIa bullet-proof vest that was also level 2 stab proof, and level 2 spike proof. This vest also had front and back pockets that allowed the use of SAPI style plates. Which Alex made use of Level IV NIJ lightweight plates. Ultimately the vest was concealable enough to be worn beneath the blazer, but over the dress shirt and tie giving Alex an intimidating look.

Alex had a lit cigarette in his hand, which he took a smoke from. There was a cold and ruthless expression on his face as he spoke to the woman, who could not respond to him in an equally chilling tone.

“You like what I have done with this place? When I first bought this mansion, the basement was little more than a wine cellar. But as a man of… certain tastes, I decided to spice up the environment. What do you think?”

The woman looked around and realized that this basement was exactly what one would call a sex dungeon. She had to admit that she had completely and totally underestimated Alex. As a former field agent of South Africa’s NIA, she had naturally been trained in how to endure interrogation methods. But for Alex to sexually torture her into submission, that was a level so low she had not even thought it was remotely possible of happening to her.

Amahle tried to speak, but her ball gag prevented her from doing so. The only noise that escaped her lips was some muffled nonsense. Because she had tried to speak without permission, Alex punished the woman by putting out his cigarette on her breast.

The young African woman grunted in pain as she felt the cigarette burn her tits, but did not make any other noise as she glared at Alex with sheer hatred. Alex, however, had gone from cold to sadistic, as he smirked at the sight of the woman who was little more than his plaything at this point. His words were outright frightening to the professional killer.

“You know… In all my life, I have never had a black woman… So tonight will be a first for me. You better make it worth my while!”

Alex immediately reached into the treasure trove of toys that were in this dungeon, and found a small bullet vibrator, which he shoved up Amahle’s tight virgin asshole before activating it at its maximum setting. The bony beauty’s muffled scream barely made it past the ball gag as she began to cry.

Amahle had never been so violated before, and at this moment she sincerely wished Alex would torture her normally, because that she was trained to withstand. Yet Alex did not even ask her any questions. This wasn’t an interrogation, this was just his way of humiliating her.

After shoving a vibrator up the woman’s butt, Alex had put another toy inside her anus. It was a vibrating butt plug which once inside was also set to its maximum setting. The two vibrating toys had a tremendous effect on the woman’s sanity.

But he was not finished with just this. No, Alex immediately followed suit, by attaching several other bullet vibrators to Amahle’s nipples and clitoris with clamps. And before he knew it, the woman squirted all over the floor. There was an absolutely intoxicated look on the ebony beauty’s face while tears flooded from her eyes.

Upon seeing how absolutely wet Amahle was, Alex smirked before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers. His large white cock was something that Amahle had not anticipated him to have. And when she saw how massive Alex was, the woman immediately became fearful of him.

Yet, he did not immediately thrust it into her tight virgin twat. Instead, Alex licked her pretty face, spreading his ability [pheromones] while fingering her tight virgin hole and whispering in her ears. Making sure that Amahle was under the effects of all three of his arousing abilities.

“How about this? You cooperate, and I will stick this massive thing inside of you? All I want to know is the name of your employer… I think I know who it is, but I need to hear it from you…. I’m going to take this ball gag off, and if you do anything other than tell me what I want to know, I’ll torture you some more…. And I promise you, I will be a lot more rough this time around if you don’t comply!”

Amahle could hardly think. Not only was she now being affected by three of Alex’s abilities. Which increased her arousal and sexual attraction towards the man. Practically placing her under a charm. But her asshole was being teased by both a bullet vibrator and a vibrating butt plug. This was in addition to the vibrators attached to her nipples and clitoris.

The moment Alex took the ball gag out of Amahle’s mouth, she behaved exactly as he expected her to. She was too far gone to resist his demands, and thus she spat out a name in between her moans.

“Richard…. Johnson…”

The ebony beauty then whimpered and gazed at Alex’s cock with a longing expression. However, Alex did not immediately do what she wanted, and instead pulled his trousers back up and belted them. Before attaching the ball-gag back to the woman’s mouth. She tried to resist, but it was futile. And thus she was screaming at Alex as he walked away with a devilish smirk on his face. But her muffled shouts were drowned out by his own chilling words.

“I have a score to settle with that old dick… Don’t worry Amahle, I will be back shortly, and then we can continue where we left off!”

After saying this, Alex turned off the lights to his basement, while leaving his victim in a state of overwhelming pleasure. As for Alex, he walked upstairs to the arsenal that was in his safe room. If he was going to be assassinating his former step-father, then he would need all kinds of gear. Thus, aside from the Glock 19, which he kept on a low profile concealable battle belt, and the pocketknife he kept clipped to his belt, Alex pulled out a nifty little assault rifle.

This was the Romanian PM md. 90 short-barreled rifle. It was essentially an AKM with a 12.25 inch barrel, and a wire side folding stock. It also made use of a wooden handcart that had a vertical fore grip built into it. This grip was commonly referred to by American shooters as the “dong”.

After attaching two steel thirty round magazines with a mag coupler. Alex then reached into a nearby bin and pulled out a mask to conceal his identity. It was not just any mask, but a clown mask, similar to what one might have seen in the opening scenes of a popular super hero movie. Or perhaps from a popular video game about bank heists.

After concealing his identity and getting the weapons he needed. Alex placed a pair of black surgical gloves over his hands. Where he proceeded to wipe his fingerprints off of the weapons that he intended to use, their magazines, and the armor piercing ammunition that he loaded into them by hand.

Once Alex was certain that there was simply no way anybody would be able to figure out his identity, he entered his garage, where he applied clear skateboard tape over his license plates. By doing this, Alex guaranteed that his license plates would not be picked up by traffic cameras.

While at the same time individual police officers and bystanders could still see his plates perfectly fine, making it unlikely that he would be pulled over due to his license plates not being visible. This was the last of Alex’s preparations. That would help conceal his identity from the authorities.

With these preparations made, Alex would drive to Richard’s Casino and pull off the most deadly shooting in American history. All for the sake of killing the man who put a bounty on his head, and to send a message to the criminal underworld that he was not worth trying to kill.