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Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!-Chapter 1230 You probably heard of me... - Small World
Seeing one of Oscar's antics when someone important visits our place for the nth time, my first go-to was to run back to my room and retrieve a dose for someone's cognitive functions because this dumb shit was fucking killing me.
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But yeah, I just assumed it had nothing to do with his headâand just wanted to see my reactionsâbut still, he should've at least given me one or two hours to prepare to receive guests of Mayor Iskoh's caliber. Experience more on empire
Quinn cut in as Oscar cackled loudly:
"Whoâ Wait, the mayor who's always on social media? That Iskoh?"
Rin replied, "He's the only one who does that, no?"
I nodded, "Yeah, he's the one. It's for a purpose though and he walks the walk to. Ever see other politicians as big as him continue to serve his people?"
Quinn quipped, "The President?"
"Pfftâ Well, if you put it like thatâŚ" then I turned to Rin, "Can you finish the remaining batch for me?"
Rin waved us off, "Sure! It won't even be that longâ"
Quinn stood up, "Can I clock out too? I gotta meet the guy face to face."
"Yeah, yeah! No problem, you did good by the way!"
"Thanks, bishâ Anyway, shiii~ don't tell me he's the one on the 911?"
Oscar finally stopped laughing, "He is, he is⌠Come on, he's already inspecting your DB9, you might hit it offâŚ"
"As long as he doesn't arrest me, sure."
"Hah! Imagine."
I shook my head, "If it was any other day, he probably willâŚ"
"He can always try but I'll break his fingers first."
"No, you won't."
"Try me."
"Bahahah! I would love to see that, honestly."
In any case, Quinn and I did have a replacementâand it was Alexa, of courseâcoming to greet us but shoved by Oscar to the workshop instead to help with sorting spent casings while we headed for the Mayor's general direction.
And of course, as soon as he saw me in view, he gave me an upwards nod while I took off my gloves to receive his handshake, but more and more people were crowding around him as more people recognized his face.
"You left your pregnant wife in Manila, you fuckâ Are you crazy?"
He then jabbed me in my stomach, "Jude's with her, of courseâ still gives me jumpscares whenever he pops out of nowhere but they're cool like that. They always know where each other is," then he glanced at Quinn's DB9 once again, "I see you've started taking in luxury carsâ I mean more muscle and a rally car is present butâ"
Quinn cut in as she towered both of us, "That DB9's mine. You ain't too bad yourselfâ"
"Holyâ I thoughtâ My eyesight's already that bad, huh? I actually didn't see you there, the name's Francisco but people call meâ"
"I know who you are, Mr. Mayor."
"And you are�"
Quinn let out a smile, "You've probably heard of me but not in the way you think."
Iskoh was taken aback for a moment, "I⌠I still believe we haven't metâ"
"Nah, you're a busy man, I doubt you'll even remember us fully but I'll take a chance. Your task force probably busted some of my boys for street racing, modifying vehicles that are not street-worthy, speeding, reckless driving, and since I don't care that much anymore, transporting illegal contraband. Nice to finally meet the person behind those arrests."
"...umm. Iâ"
"Don't worry, you're not the only one who put my boys in the pen but those things you caught us for are only for distractions. You made a dent but it's that manageable."
Iskoh lightly shook his head as he stared Quinn straight in the eye, "I haven't got your nameâ"
Quinn then showed the number '4' tattoo on her neck, "Ring a bell? Hmm?"
Iskoh's eyed never grew so fucking wide, "No fucking w-wayâ How are affiliated withâ Iâ Whatâ Kidâ Single digitâ"
Quinn never smiled so wide, "Then you've heard of me, Quinn De Leon, at your service. And before you ask, we're business partners. I'm the one who gave him that Impreza and I'm betting on my bottom dollar that 911 came from busting us as well. We have a warehouse near this harborâ"
I had to fucking cut in, "W-Wait, waitâ Hold up, that warehouse is yours?!"
Quinn almost broke her neck as she snapped at me, "HOLD UP, YOU'VE BEEN TO THAT WAREHOUSE?! EVERYTHING'S THERE IS MINEâ I MEAN, NOT TECHNICALLY TO OUR NAME BUT YOU KNOW HOW ILLEGAL SHIT WORKS! WHERE ARE THEYâ SHIT! SOME OF THEM ARE HERE! THE FUCK?!"
Iskoh was still fucking gobsmacked but I replied in the best way possible:
"I mean, thanks?"
"THANKS?! THE TRUCK YOU GIFTED MAURO FOR HIS WEDDING IS MINE! THAT'Sâ AHHHH!!! WE GOTTA HAVE A FUCKING TALK! STAT! I THOUGHT I FUCKING LOST ALL OF THEM!
AND YOUâ AHHHHH!!!"
Jared cut in at the perfect time, "Thanks for the RX-7, Quinn!"
"OH, FUCK YOU TOO!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
'It's really a fucking small world, huh?'
In any case, as much as we all wanted to have a private conversation with each other, Iskoh had to do his rounds talking to everybody who wanted to meet him or just shake his hands. He was famous in his own way but I could see he had a lot more on his mind after meeting Quinn, but even after a couple of hours of doing PR work, our meeting was cut off by dinner time.
Obviously, it was always a custom in this country to have a lavish meal when someone important visits, so it was safe to say everyone was fucking stuffed and the people who participated in Hell Week were starting to feel like they were on a vacation instead.
In addition, with Iskoh present, I might move Tatiana's training by a day since I might be swapping with her, but it didn't take long before we were in Oscar's houseâafter the general meetingâwith Quinn, Iskoh, Royo, and surprisingly enough, Morales.