Chapter 271: This Girl’s Got Something
Heather and Biu followed Roger out of the bar.
A black Mercedes-Benz was parked at the entrance.
Heather casually complimented, "Nice car!"
"It's nothing, just a means of transportation," Roger replied.
He opened the car door and politely invited the two girls inside.
Heather quickly climbed in and called out to Biu, "Come on, hurry up!"
Biu hesitated for a moment, but under Heather's urging, she got into the car as well.
Roger's face twisted into a strange smile as he closed the door and got into the car from the passenger side.
The car smoothly pulled out, gliding and accelerating as it drove away.
By now, Heather's alcohol had kicked in, and she leaned against Biu, drowsy and heavy-headed.
Biu held her, but an uneasy feeling gnawed at her.
The car left the Las Vegas Strip, passed through the Whitney district, and went through Henderson Street…
It had been over half an hour, and the car was now far from the center of Las Vegas.
The bright neon lights grew distant, and the streetlights became dimmer. The surroundings looked run-down—old parks, shabby streets, broken streetlights, and dilapidated houses…
Biu's sense of unease grew stronger.
She gently shook Heather in her arms.
Heather groaned and rolled over, continuing to sleep soundly.
Biu started to get scared. This didn't look like a road to a rich neighborhood!
"Roger, where exactly are we going? Where do you live?" Biu asked.
Neither Roger nor the driver responded.
Biu had no choice but to ask again, louder this time.
Roger turned around, his smile becoming more insincere as he said, "You'll find out when we get there, no need to rush!"
"Where are you really taking us?"
"Of course, to my house!" Roger replied casually, but his voice didn't sound convincing.
Biu's unease deepened.
She subtly moved closer to the car door, reaching for the lock and secretly pulling at it.
"Don't waste your effort. The car door's been locked, you won't be able to open it," Roger sneered.
Biu began to panic and shook Heather's body. "Heather, wake up, wake up!"
Heather, disturbed by the shaking, suddenly sat up and vomited.
The confined space of the car immediately filled with a rancid smell of alcohol.
"Who's shaking me? Who, who's shaking? I feel awful!" Heather mumbled in a daze.
"Damn it, this bitch puked in the car. Guess I'll have to clean it up later," Roger cursed.
The driver snickered but still said nothing.
Biu could tell that Heather wouldn't wake up anytime soon, so she calmed herself down.
Most people would think Heather was the tough one, and Biu was the gentle, fragile one who needed protection—
And on the surface, that wasn't wrong.
But human nature is far more complex.
You might not expect it, but the plan to knock out the guard and escape had been Biu's idea, and during their division of labor, it was Heather who handled the seduction, while Biu took care of the action.
So, even though Biu appeared weak, when it came to real danger, she was the one who could be the toughest and most decisive.
Now, Biu put on a fearful expression but kept her eyes on the street, watching for any movements from the driver and Roger, while also slipping off Heather's high heels and holding them in her hand.
The car continued towards the outskirts of Las Vegas, with the streets becoming quieter. Occasionally, a car would pass by, or a few gang members would loiter on the streets.
Suddenly, Biu saw a patrol car slowly drive past, and several gang members immediately darted into the darkness.
"Don't even think about screaming. This car has double-layered soundproof glass. Yelling won't do any good," Roger said coldly from the front.
But Biu hadn't even considered screaming. She was a doer, not a talker!
"Fuck, die!" she suddenly shouted.
Just as the black car was about to cross paths with the police car, Biu leaned forward and drove the sharp heel of the high heel she was holding into the side of the driver's head.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
She struck four times, and the driver's face was instantly covered in blood, letting out a terrible scream.
Without waiting for Roger, who was still shocked from the surprise, to react, Biu swiftly grabbed the steering wheel and jerked it to the side.
The car slammed with a loud crash into a utility pole.
Roger, who hadn't fastened his seatbelt, crashed his head into the windshield with a grunt, his head spinning.
Only then did Biu press the unlock button and open the car door.
She quickly pushed the door open and rolled out.
Once out of the car, she started shouting for help to the police car while pulling desperately at Heather, who had rolled under the seat from the impact.
But Heather was too heavy for her to pull, and the seat was blocking her.
By then, the police car had already stopped, and an officer got out, flashlight in hand, walking toward them.
Seeing the officer, Biu shouted louder, "Help, help!"
The officer, hand on his sidearm, jogged toward her.
Suddenly, Biu felt the car shake violently, and to her surprise, it started moving again.
The driver, having recovered from the shock, saw the police and immediately restarted the car, shifted into reverse, and with a sharp turn of the wheel and a press on the gas pedal, the car sped off.
Biu was knocked to the ground and tumbled several times.
"Stop, stop that car!" she screamed from the ground.
By now, the officer had caught up and shone his flashlight at Biu, confirming she had no weapons before crouching down to ask:
"Are you okay, ma'am?"
"I'm fine, please, stop that car! My friend is still in there!"
The officer immediately spoke into his radio: "Mike, chase that car, it may be a kidnapping! Be careful!"
The police car nearby quickly made a U-turn and sped off in pursuit.
…
Late at night.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Martin's phone vibrated, waking him from his sleep.
Groggily, he looked at the time—2:15 AM.
Who the hell is calling me at this hour?
Irritated, he answered the phone.
"Hey, whoever this is, you better have a good reason for calling or I'll kill you!"
But the voice on the other end made him sit up straight.
"Is this Las Vegas Police Department? My friend has been kidnapped. Who?"
"Biu, Heather?"
Martin froze for a moment, then remembered—the two girls he'd met the previous night.
He was now fully awake.
In fact, he barely knew the two girls—he didn't have to care, just clear things up with the police.
But he still decided to go to the police station to understand the situation.
After hanging up with the police, Martin dialed Gordon's number.
"Gordon, buddy, wake up, the sun's up!"
"Damn it, Martin, it's only 2 AM, stop joking around. This isn't funny."
"Alright, alright, I know it's not funny, but we need to go to the police station. Those two girls from last night are in trouble!"