MM Racing Page 48
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"Om-"
The phone vibrated slightly.
Cipher lowered his eyes, looking at the screen with a lingering aftertaste, like savoring a fine red wine.
"Hello, Cipher."
Those four words, like an ice pick thrown into a calm lake, instantly pierced through all the pretense of relaxation.
A cold, almost instinctive current of alertness surged through my body, far more sobering than the shock I had just experienced.
She didn't panic; instead, she remained absolutely calm.
Her gaze was sharp as a scalpel, precisely cutting into the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror—eyes that tried to feign drowsiness but couldn't completely conceal their gleam.
"Stop the car," Cipher said, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable penetrating power, as if it could freeze the air.
Before the words had even finished—
“Squeak——!!!”
The screech of brakes ripped through the noise of the street!
The powerful inertia slammed her hard against the back of the chair. She was prepared, so she tensed her core, braced herself with one hand against the back of the chair, and managed to keep her balance, her hair slightly disheveled.
Outside the car window, the screech of brakes suddenly erupted like a symphony!
Several all-black SUVs, resembling mobile fortresses, roared out from unexpected corners, instantly forming a deadly net that trapped the taxi firmly in the middle of the road.
Tiny, chilling red dots of light, like the stinger of a scorpion, coldly locked onto the vital parts of her body.
The dull, deadly sound of footsteps echoed rapidly, crushing the asphalt of the street.
Special forces members, dressed in matte black combat uniforms and masked, emerged from the SUV like ghosts, their tactical movements swift and silent, instantly blocking all possible escape routes.
Their weapons were kept low and at a guarded position, but the invisible killing intent emanating from them was more oppressive than the gun barrels themselves.
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An inconspicuous command vehicle slowly came to a stop, and the door opened.
A woman of equal elegance walked down.
She wore a dark suit that symbolized order and control, and the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground was crystal clear in the tense atmosphere.
Her gaze cut through the crowd and landed precisely on the figure in the back seat of the taxi who remained elegant even in dire straits.
If Hawke were here, he would be very surprised, because this is his dear teacher Vivian...
The taxi's rear door was suddenly pulled open from the outside by a team member.
The dark muzzles of guns were aimed at Cipher from all directions.
Another team member stood sideways by the door, gun slightly raised, coldly pointing at Cipher: "Get out! Put your hands where we can see you!"
Cipher let out a soft breath, as if merely relieving a minor unease.
Ignoring the gun barrel in front of her, she gracefully raised her hand and tucked a strand of her long, wine-red hair, which had been tossed about by inertia, behind her ear.
Then, she slightly raised her beautifully shaped chin, her red lips even curving into an arrogant smile, and stepped out of the car with the composure of a queen on an inspection tour.
“Sefer,” Vivian’s voice was like ice, each word carrying the weight of official authority, “three years, three months, and eight days, your ‘vacation’ is over.”
Cipher didn't answer, but simply looked at Vivian with his cat-like eyes that seemed to see right through people, a playful smile on his lips, as if he were watching a well-arranged drama.
That composure made the nerves of the heavily armed soldiers around him even more tense.
"For this moment, I have left my mark on every continent where your 'safe house' might appear."
Vivian's sharp gaze dissected Cipher, trying to find a crack in that perfect mask.
“You’re like the wind, vanishing without a trace…” Vivi paused, a fatalistic sarcasm in her voice, “Even fate is helping us tie up the loose ends. Hawke, in the end, you were lured out. Didn’t expect that, did you? Hawke asked you to investigate me, but the CIA counter-tracked him and found your travel records!”
She deliberately emphasized the name "Hawk," her gaze fixed on Cipher's face, trying to catch any slight change in expression.
Cipher's eyes remained deep and calm, but the playful smile seemed to have deepened, making it even more enigmatic.
Vivian, no longer waiting for a response, slightly raised her hand: "Target confirmed: 'The Web Weaver,' the top figure on Interpol's Red Notice. Take him into custody!"
Two elite female team members stepped forward, moving with lightning speed, and restrained Sefer's arms from the left and right.
Their movements were efficient and powerful, clearly indicating they had been trained specifically to deal with high-value, dangerous targets.
One of them quickly took out a specially made matte black restraint strap and prepared to bind her wrists.
Just as the restraints were about to touch Cipher's skin—
With his fingers restrained, Cipher used the moment his body was slightly twisted as cover to secretly and swiftly tap three times on a hard plastic attachment on the tactical belt of the teammate next to him!
The movement was so small as to be almost imperceptible, as if it were just a natural touch when being pushed.
Almost simultaneously, in the corner of Vivian's encrypted communication terminal screen, a tiny icon representing the background data stream flickered very slightly for less than half a second before returning to normal.
This subtle change was mixed in with a large amount of system feedback information and was completely obscured by the highly tense atmosphere on site and the attention being paid to monitoring multiple channels.
The restraint strap clicked shut around the wrist.
Cipher did not struggle, letting them escort her to the heavily armored, black-windowed escort vehicle prepared specifically for her.
Just as the car door opened and he was about to be pushed into the darkness, Cipher suddenly turned his head and looked at Vivian.
Her face, adorned with exquisite makeup, blossomed into an extremely beautiful smile, yet one that carried a dangerous, almost venomous aura.
“Vivian…” Her voice was still melodious, yet it was like silk coated with poison, “Congratulations… you’ve caught me.” Her gaze swept over Vivian, then seemed to pierce through her, looking in a certain direction, “But… was it really you who rang the bell that signaled the end of the game?”
The car door slammed shut with a loud bang, shutting out that dangerous yet stunningly beautiful face.
………………
Morning light streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the expensive silk duvet cover.
Hawke woke up first, turned to his side, and looked at Cheon Song-yi, who was still fast asleep beside him.
The excitement and passion of last night still seemed to linger in the air. Looking at her defenseless sleeping face, he reached out and gently brushed away a few stray strands of hair from her forehead.
The slight touch made Cheon Song-yi's eyelashes tremble, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were a little hazy, until she saw Hawke clearly in front of her. The scenes from last night instantly flooded her mind, and her cheeks flushed hot again.
"Good morning, Starlight." Hawke's voice was hoarse with the sound of early morning.
"Good morning..." Cheon Song-yi subconsciously tried to pull the blanket up, but Hawke held her hand down.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Mmm..." Qian Songyi responded softly, her voice still nasal from just waking up, and she was a little embarrassed to look directly into his burning gaze.
Hawke looked at her unusually shy expression, a smile playing on his lips, seemingly in a very good mood.
"Don't stay in bed now that you're awake. You can stay here for the time being."
"Huh?" Cheon Song-yi was fully awake and looked at him in surprise.
live here?
This enormous apartment building, imbued with his strong personal style and exuding both top-tier luxury and a sense of alienation, is a testament to his exceptional taste.
She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the simple, austere yet valuable decorations.
Hawke caught the surprise in her eyes, chuckled, and let out a soft laugh, carrying an undeniable domineering air and a strange sense of satisfaction.
He pinched her chin, looked directly into her eyes, and slowly said, "You are the first, Cheon Song-yi. The first model... or celebrity I've allowed to stay here..."
This sentence carries a lot of weight.
Cheon Song-yi's heart began to pound uncontrollably.
It wasn't a hotel suite, nor a temporary residence; it was his true, private home, a symbol of absolute territory.
She understood Hawke's status and character; this "permission" itself represented an extremely rare level of recognition and intimacy, even surpassing the passionate confessions and grand plans of the previous night.
"The first one?" She heard her own voice tremble slightly with disbelief.
“That’s right.” Hawke nodded firmly.
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Cheon Song-yi sat up, wrapped in the blanket. The ecstasy of last night had not yet completely subsided, and now she was enveloped by a new and deeper thrill.
The fact that she was the first person to move into the Hawke family's home filled her with a strange feeling, a mixture of pride, a sense of belonging, and boundless anticipation for the future.
There are even some unattainable ideas...
Am I going to marry into a wealthy family?
The daughter-in-law of the Lane family?
That was like a huge windfall falling from the sky!
"What the fuck!"
Cheon Song-yi was suddenly awakened by this American curse.
Hawke was holding his phone when he saw the message Cipher had sent him the night before. It contained only a few words: "Hawk, you've ruined my life..."
Then there's a document.
Vivian Daly: CIA Special Agents Director, Current Mission: To work with Interpol to capture the most wanted criminal: Cipher.
Vivian is a CIA agent? So she's lurking around me just to capture Cipher?
Hawke glanced at the message's sending time, then looked up abruptly, muttering to himself: "It's been a whole night. I wonder if Cipher has been killed yet..."
Should we burn paper money for the dead?
Thinking of this, 507 quickly shook his head. Obviously, it was impossible. With so much intelligence on Cipher, the CIA wouldn't let her die so easily.
We definitely have to find a way to save them.
I can't live with myself if I don't help.
It's highly likely that he asked Cipher to investigate Vivian, and then the CIA happened to be able to track him down.
Cipher may have underestimated Vivian, but regardless, Hawke made the request first.