Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: The Worst Wager In Human History
Alex sat in the back seat of a compact sedan which would be used to infiltrate Jalisco territory. He was sighing heavily as he smoked a cigarette. Why was he in such a distressed state? Well, he was just about to say this to Amahle who looked cold in front of her, paying attention to the road and her surroundings as she did so.

“You know… This will be my third time in Jalisco territory, but this is the first time I am heading there of my own accord…”

Amahle scoffed when she heard this, before grabbing the cigarette out of Alex’s mouth, and smoking it in front of him. She only returned it after taking a long drag. Once she had exhaled the smoke out the vehicle’s window, she was quick to comment on Alex’s poor luck.

“You know… For a guy who has a pretty good sense of situational awareness, you get kidnapped an awful lot… Have you ever thought that women are your largest weakness?”

Alex nodded his head in agreement with Amahle’s assertion before outright admitting to it.

“What can I say? When I see a beautiful woman, I just have an urge to tear off her clothes and make her mine…”

Amahle rolled her amber eyes at this statement before expressing her thoughts about Alex to her face.

“You’re a pig…”

Alex did not take offense at this remark, and instead smirked as he heard it before responding to this insult with one of his own.

“And you’re a heartless bitch… We make the perfect couple don’t you think?”

This remark got no response from Amahle who ignored Alex and his shamelessness altogether. This was an aspect of his personality that she had become well accustomed to over the months they had spent together.

The two of them would exist in awkward silence for some time, until they finally heard the exchange of machine gun fire and the explosions of mortars in the distance. Alex smirked when he saw this and looked in the direction of the smoke, where he then commented on the ongoing battle between their allies and enemies.

“What do you think the odds are that our boys emerge victorious?”

Amahle did not immediately respond, and pretended to ignore Alex’s statement, that is until she began to turn and go down a dirt road towards their destination.

“The Zetas are going up against a heavily fortified position, without any meaningful support, and are lacking a certain coked up madman who would normally rush through the fire and flames in an attempt to break the stalemate…

I’d say there’s a 75% chance they fall back. But they aren’t supposed to win, they are just supposed to buy us time, and drag out the Jalisco Sicarios from the compound, so we have fewer sentries to deal with.”

Alex nodded his head as he listened to Amahle’s expert assessment of the situation before wearing a devilish grin on his face. He then made a shameless suggestion to the ebony beauty.

“That sounds fair… But how about we have a little wager? I say our boys will break Jalisco’s defenses and wipe their sicarios out entirely. If I win, you spend the night with me…”

Amahle looked at Alex as if he were an absolute pervert, but she did not outright reject his offer, and instead seemed quite tempted by it.

“And what exactly do I get out of this wager when I inevitably win?”

Alex once more wore a shameless expression as he said the words that would come back to haunt him shortly thereafter.

“Anything you want, name your price, and I will gladly pay it if I somehow manage to lose this bet!”

This was exactly the answer that Amahle wanted to hear, as she wore a devilish grin on her face before responding to Alex’s claims while completely forgetting that there was another hitman sitting in the back of their sedan listening to their entire conversation.

“Oh really? You’ll give me anything I want? You better not regret these words Alex, because when we were in Vegas you took something very precious from me, and now I will demand the same from you!”

Alex did not exactly know what Amahle wanted from him and raised his brow before asking a question he wished he had not done so.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

Amahle however looked somehow even more like a demon than she had previously as she outright stated her desires, and chilling Alex to the bone as she did so.

“If I win, I get to peg you!”

Alex’s expression sank instantly, as he felt incredibly revulsed by the woman’s desires. He was just about to vehemently deny Amahle’s request when she broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, my god! You should see your face right now! I’m just messing with you, you fucking idiot! God fucking relax will you? I’m not into that shit! No, what I want from you if I win is a billion dollars. That way, I can retire from this bullshit job once and for all, and live the good life!”

Alex felt as if he damn near had a heart attack upon hearing Amahle’s initial request, but when she said she wanted money instead of that, he sighed in relief. There was no way he was going to let the woman back out of this agreement for cash now that she had said so and was quick to lock it down in fear she might return to her other dreadful idea.

“Alright, a billion it is! If our boys are forced to fall back, you get a billion dollars! And nothing else!”

Although Alex smirked in victory, Amahle’s conceited expression led him to believe he had just had the wool pulled over his eyes. A billion dollars, on 75% chance of failure? What kind of idiot would ever make that bet? Amahle was quick to shake her head and comment on how easy it was to manipulate Alex into agreeing to what was arguably the worst wager anyone had ever made in the entirety of human history.

“Fucking idiot….”