Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: And that’s all, folks
Alex was approached by a certain ebony beauty when he was about to leave the Zetas compound to go visit Nina. Amahle had a stern expression on her beautiful face as she issued the man a warning. One that he was not expecting.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…”

This comment caused Alex to look over that the woman with a confounded expression on his otherwise handsome face. His voice was equally filled with confusion as he asked Amahle why she would say such a thing.

“What? What do you mean by that?”

Amahle sighed heavily as she leaned in close and whispered to Alex what one of her contacts in the CIA had sent her.

“You have really pissed off some powerful people by coming here to Mexico and interfering in matters you shouldn’t’ have… Those same people are weaponizing their assets against you. The CIA has marked you for assassination. You’re not safe anymore, not here, not north of the border. There is nowhere on the planet where their agents can’t find you and kill you.

If you want my suggestion? I would go hide on that private island of yours. And make sure that everyone on it is properly vetted. You never know who the CIA might be able to turn against you…”

This news was indeed shocking to Alex, who thought for sure he was properly insulated against any form of retaliation at the hands of the American government. But it wasn’t necessarily the government itself that was targeting Alex, but rather, it was the powerful men behind the scenes who really controlled things. And when Alex came to this realization, he couldn’t help but curse on his breath.

“God fucking dammit… How the hell am I going to dig myself out of this hole?”

Amahle leaned in close, pressing her large breasts against Alex’s chest as she wore a flirtatious smile on her face. Though her words were far from what a normal person would consider romantic, she was, after all, a gun for hire, and thus her brain worked a lot different than most people’s.

“Well… You know you could always set up an ambush for whatever death squad they send after you. Make those assholes realize that coming after you is not worth the cost it would take to put you down, and maybe they will back off? At the very least, we will have some fun together in the trenches, like the good old days, right?”

Alex couldn’t help but scoff at this notion. Good old days? They spent one night together in a foxhole while surrounded by hostiles. Yet Amahle made it seem like they had done this routinely. And he was quick to speak these exact thoughts aloud.

“God damn Amahle, it was one time! But fine, that sounds pretty fucking therapeutic right now. Alright, what do you suggest we do?”

Amahle once more leaned in close and began to whisper the plan she had come up with to lure in the CIA death squad into an ambush. And Alex had to admit, he found the proposal intriguing.

—

Back at the CIA headquarters in Langely, Virginia, the director of the CIA was sitting in his office when his secretary entered the room with a file in hand. She hastily handed it over to him before speaking about what the documents entailed.

“Your target, that boy Alex Smith… He’s been seen all over social media at a remote villa in the mountains partying with a few women. We have identified one of them as a freelance assassin by the name of Amahle, who was formerly employed by South Africa’s intelligence agency. But aside from her, the rest appear to be civilians.

Would you like if I sent in the death squad to his current location?”

A wicked smile appeared on the CIA’s director’s face as he immediately approved the hit.

“Absolutely! Now is the perfect time to take out that asshole once and for all! Let us show the world what happens when they mess with our plans!”

With this said, the order was given to the CIA’s covert operations, and a black ops squad was sent to eliminate Alex. Completely unaware that they were walking right into a trap.

—

The women Alex was partying with were no mere civilians. They were actually female sicarios of Los Zetas who went by the name “Panteras”. They were well trained, to the same standards as the other hitmen employed by the cartel. And they were currently dressed in bikinis while wielding AKMs and other assault rifles. One even had a PKM general purpose machine gun resting against a reinforced concrete barricade.

While this villa may appear to be just one of many mansions south of the border. It was actually a fortified compound, and once the main level had been breached, the CIA kill team would have to walk right into a kill zone if they wanted to take Alex out.

Soon enough, the sounds of helicopters could be overheard outside the villa, as the CIA kill team landed in the courtyard, where they proceeded to break down the door and search the villa. Alex’s safety was off as he aimed down the red dot on his weapon’s railed top cover. Where he waited patiently for the CIA kill team to find his location.

And soon enough Alex and the other could hear voiced right outside the door. Where only a few seconds after, the Kill team breached the door, to find themselves triggering a claymore landmine. The landmine immediately launched over a thousand ball bearings outside the entrance of the room. Killing several men on the spot.

Meanwhile, the survivors were immediately assaulted by gunfire at all ends. As the Panteras flanked their position from a hidden tunnel. While at the same time, Alex and Amahle opened fire from behind cover, along with the machine gunner.

In an instant, one of the most elite fireteams that the US Government had at its disposal was wiped out, and their deaths were transmitted back to CIA covert ops via the helmet cams that their now deceased operators wore.

Much to the horror of the director of the CIA, along with his secretary, and the head of covert operations. Alex walked over to the helmet of one of the deceased soldiers, whose camera was still intact. The young man was wearing nothing but a speedo, and an AK-105 which was slung to his chest via a two point sling.

Alex then wore a sadistic and malevolent grin as he took off the helmet from the dead US soldier and spoke to it as if he were broadcasting to an audience.

“And that’s all, folks!”

After saying this, Alex turned off the camera, while the other Panteras did the same to the others that were still intact. One thing was certain, the CIA, and those hiding in the shadows, now got the message. Alex was not to be fucked with.