The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 37

Alex walked to the car, noticing curious, predatory eyes already lingering on him.

People in this place were always on the lookout, ready to exploit any weakness for their gain.

"Morris, take me to the Golden Mansion in Beverly Hills," he said as he stepped into the car. "Yes, sir."

Inside the car, Alex made a call.

"Good day, Sir Alex. Julia, your personal concierge, speaking. What can I help you with today?" she greeted him. "Do you know where I am?"

"You're in the slum area of East Vancouver, right by the wasteland," Julia replied.

"Great. I want to clean this place up. Make it greener, safer for the people. Provide jobs and education for the unemployed. Let's say, a permanent social initiative. But I want it to be controlled for at least a year before we let it run on its own."

"Thank you for your good intentions," Julia said warmly.

"There have been ten proposals from local experts and social workers over the last decade to transform that area."

"One proposal, written by a Vancouver university professor seems feasible. It would cost about $10 million to implement everything, including purchasing the entire wasteland and slum area. Do you want to go ahead with this plan?"

"Great, let's make it happen," Alex replied, ending the call

Suddenly, a stone smashed against the car, shattering the glass with a loud crack. The car jerked to a stop.

"No need to stop," Alex quickly instructed Morris.

"If you stop and get out, they'll hit you and steal the car. Better to just keep moving."

This place was far from safe.

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Morris replied, continuing to drive as more people began throwing rocks

tomorrow, it will be the sound of trees rustling in the wind, of children laughing in the

of tense silence, Morris suddenly spoke

I stop somewhere before taking you home? It'll be really quick." "Why?" Alex

trouble sensors. If a Kingston vehicle is in trouble, it

near the slum area asking for assistance. Maybe it's

you can go check," Alex

had been good to him, it

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car made a U-turn and moved deeper into the

saw about four SUVS

Morris said, panic creeping

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tattoos and wearing sleeveless shirts emerged, gripping

with nails, long

started attacking the tires, flattening them, while others

was only a matter

before the car's defenses would finally

weaving through the scary thugs like

caught

the narrowing in shock

the man hammering

and stared at Alex. "What, you gonna play the hero?

an eyebrow.

scavengers lurking in the shadows, eager to swoop in once the thugs finished their dirty work and

them," he snarled, pointing at the vultures. "Wait

hammer again, but just as he was

shot out,