Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

The woman who towered and stood in between us was now the center of attention but I noticed that Number 8– Dave, was standing right at the place she came from. He was wearing a gloating smile as he was looking at the two-digits and the three-digits who were down or just about to come for us, but she, on the other hand, was fucking furious.

Among the cars that got dented earlier, the most recent one that got dented– due to Mikhail throwing another gangbanger like it was nothing, seemed to be hers.

I just saw it as a regular car that got its front fender dented and bent, but looking at it for the second time, it was actually a fucking Aston Martin DB9.

It didn't stand out as much because of all the customized and pimped-up vehicles around us– because it was stock and only had a clear coat, but seeing it parked with a generous amount of space from all sides, it would've been an indication to not mess with it and it was owned by someone pretty special.

With that said, the guy that Mikhail threw on it was still right under it, groaning in pain and just lost the opportunity to play dead.

I could only imagine the thoughts running through his head right now because it seemed like all of the killing intent Number 4 was emitting was being directed right at him. His body was shaking all over and it was not because of the injury he sustained but it was because of fear.

Furthermore, the same could be said for the ones the woman just glanced at.

Not only did they lower their weapons and take a few steps back, but they also forgot how pissed off they were for us making fools out of them.

Now that the fight completely stopped, the woman just turned to the guy who dented her car and spoke up.

"Get up."

"Y-Yes, Ma'am–"

"I just told you to get up. Shut up."

The guy slowly stood up as the woman slowly approached him, but he couldn't even raise his head to have eye contact. It wasn't entirely his fault but he was about to be held responsible for it.

It only took a second before he lost the ability to have children, but the moment he leaned over from getting his balls crushed, he got choked and lifted in the air before his back made sudden contact with the DB9's hood.

'The fuck? I thought– Nevermind…'

The hood now had more damage compared to the front fender on the side, but it wasn't over because the woman just let go of him before raising her right foot– performing a perfect split while standing up, before sending it down as a horrifying axe kick towards the guy's balls.

A loud, quivering scream instantly followed but it slowly turned to a high-pitched wail that eventually turned to a slobbering sob.

The guy would be lucky if his dick and balls would still be intact after that, but the woman seemed to be enjoying herself a little too much. Everyone thought it was the final blow but she continued to punish the guy by leaning over and putting her weight into crushing his balls by turning her heel left and right.

She did it over and over until the guy couldn't give out reactions anymore, so she eventually let go and turned around to face us. Her long fur coat was really the only thing covering her upper body and if the wind blew a certain way, we'd see more than her deep cleavage.

Most people would either avoid eye contact or just stare at her huge breasts, but she had solid abdominal muscles and she had thick quads. Her thighs weren't as visible compared to her tits because of her clothing, but with the right angle and lighting, she had one hell of a body.

With that said, her mood was a little bit better but she was staring at us like we were little wet puppies that wandered in her backyard.

I already sheathed my katana and Mikhail put down his car door but I'm sure as hell wouldn't let go of my blade to be able to at least perform a quick draw when she comes for me. This woman could be the perfect one for some people but I'd like to be able to have kids in the future and to have my asshole the same size.

Kaley would bear down on me, asking for permission over and over but this one would just take what she wanted.

In which case, she casually opened up one side of her coat, pulled out what seemed to be a stick of cinnamon, and put it in her mouth. She actually glared at me when she saw me checking her out but I maintained the same facial expression as she made her way towards me.

'Definitely bigger…'

On the other hand, Mikhail was already stunlocked the moment she appeared and I definitely know the reason why.

I would've slapped him back to reality but we got more pressing matters at hand.

"You two did this? You're just supposed to take the Humvee, right? That's my DB9 right there."

I answered while maintaining eye contact, "I'm sorry about that but your crew had other plans. Are you in charge?"

She scoffed, "I should be. Who started it?"

The crew behind her started to blame everything on us but she immediately shut them up by giving another glance. However, once I pointed out and recited the numbers of the people who tried to swindle us, there was complete and total silence.

Almost all of them looked like roll-on deodorants but with my memory, I could point or pick out a specific tree or zebra in a forest or a herd.

It didn't take long before the people I mentioned were dragged in front of us, stripped naked, beaten up, and were forced to apologize by kowtowing over and over.

"Is that enough for you? Or do you want me to beat them up personally? I'll do that free of charge."

I waved her off, "We'll still take our Humvee back, that truck with mounted harpoons, a talk with your boss, and your name."

As soon as I said that, she glared at me once more before shaking her head slightly, "My name?"

I waved her off again, "Not for me– For my friend here, I think–"

She scoffed, "This is not some teen drama bullshit. I don't do second-hand introductions. If you want to have something, just say it. In this case, just introduce yourself."

I turned to Mikhail and he was still stunned in place, and all I could do for him right now was kick him in the shin. It brought him back to reality but he was a fucking mess.

"Ow– I– I– Yeah, U-Umm… Mik– Mik– My name's– Fuck! Why am I–"

I was about to introduce him in his stead but the woman in front of us scoffed once more, "Pathetic."

I waved her off for the third time, "I'm sorry, he's Mikhail, I'm–"

She cut me off, "I know who you are."

"What?"

"Mr. Cuervo's been raving about you. A lot. I can give you the first two things you asked of me easily, but I want my DB9 fixed if you want to talk to our Boss. Your 'friend' here IS the one responsible and he's not getting shit from it. You know what I'm saying?"

"And the hood YOU smashed?"

"You'll take care of that too because I won't bother you with the rest of the shit you broke."

"I didn't do that technically… I just broke your crew's bodies and confidence. That's my guy right here," I pointed to Mikhail but he's back to being a statue.

"He's part of your crew, he's your responsibility."

I scratched my head as I thought of a solution, "Fine, but it wouldn't be done in a day."

Her eyes lit up with a bit of curiosity, "You actually know how to fix that?"

"I can fix it here if you have the proper tools but if not, I'll have to take it back and probably machine an exact copy so I could refit it. That'll take a while but I'll take a look under its hood to see if I could do some fine-tuning. If you want, we could even tailor an attachment–"

"No. I wouldn't mind performance upgrades but it should stay as it is… even the paint."

I smiled, "Purist much? The headlights and the seats are already different though."

She glared at me again, "Want me to wear your ass like a bracelet? It's obvious a few things have changed but that's because I wanted it to be like that."

"Fine~ Bluish headlights, red racing seats, and some tuning plus the repair. Can I talk to your boss now?"

She eventually nodded before she led me to one of the bigger tents but to my surprise, we were the only ones there. Almost immediately, my spidey senses started tingling and my whole life flashed before my eyes.

'Uh-oh– Mikhail's outside with Dave…'

I tried to backpedal but I just ran into her body and my face got smushed between her breasts. I was shocked at how big and firm they were but the moment I tried to sidestep, apologize, and slip from her fingers, she had already wrapped her arms around me and was wearing a devilish smile.

"Don't worry~ I know. You'll know something more than my name too…"

I tried to get away but second I breathe in her scent, I started to feel hot and lightheaded.