Transmitter 2

(Modification on Transmitter 2, completed) (Mercedes-AMG GT 4 Door Coupe is now available)

Jcole was all smiles, just when he thought it was over, another alert came in like a wave..

(Search completed)

(Transmitting data to inheritor.. 5,4,3.2,1)

(Completed)

With his already enhanced starts, Jcole didn't feel any discomfort. His dentition were in full display, smiling triumphantly "I guess it's payday" Jcole thought.

.....

The next day, Jcole's anticipation grew as he called for a cab, and 30 minutes later, he arrived at his destination – the "Private Garage."

As the garage door smoothly ascended, it revealed the pristine white Mercedes-AMG GT 4 Door Coupe in all its breathtaking glory. The car stood there with its elegant bodywork, gleaming logo, and impeccably customized Mercedes G-wheels. Jcole couldn't help but admire the sight before him, recognizing the value in every dollar spent on this luxurious machine.

"Waking up to this sight every day makes the money spent worth every dime," he thought, a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment washing over him as he beheld his new acquisition.

Jcole's experience inside the luxurious Mercedes-AMG GT 4 Door Coupe was nothing short of a dream. As he opened the door, he was greeted by an interior that could only be described as both luxurious and futuristic. His eyes roamed over the details of the car's interior, and he couldn't help but smile.

The Nappa leather interior exuded an air of sophistication and comfort. The heated and vented front seats provided an added layer of opulence, ensuring that Jcole would be comfortable no matter the weather. He ran his hand across the heated steering wheel, appreciating the attention to detail. The panoramic moonroof above allowed him to take in the world outside while remaining ensconced in luxury.

But the indulgences didn't stop there. The car boasted heated front and rear armrests, a heated center console, and ambient interior lighting that set the perfect mood for any journey. The luxury headrests added an extra touch of elegance, and the heated and cooled cup holders were an unexpected yet delightful feature. The centerpiece of the interior was the large touchscreen, complete with a Burmester sound system and a navigation system that would guide him on his upcoming journeys.

A bright smile spread across Jcole's face as he absorbed the lavish surroundings. He couldn't help but wonder how the armored G-Wagon he had mentioned earlier would compare to this opulent experience.

Without much ceremony, Jcole positioned himself firmly in his heated Nappa leather seat, started the car, and the engine's powerful growl filled the air. With that bright smile still on his face, he floored the accelerator.

The white Mercedes-AMG GT 4 Door Coupe, with its tinted windows, stormed onto the highway with a confidence that seemed to claim the road as its own. It raced ahead, overtaking slower vehicles while still adhering to the speed limit.

Jcole's words revealed a sense of determination. "We have 20 politicians habitats within a 60-mile radius; let's do this!" he declared, his focus set on his mission.

Three hours later, however, the once-smiling Jcole had transformed. Out of the eight locations he had visited, only one had shown signs of productivity. Frustration had crept into his voice as he muttered, "Are they really turning a new leaf? It's impossible! Why now? Can't they wait until next year?" His eyes felt heavy with disappointment.

By 7 PM, Jcole decided to call it a day. He navigated his white Mercedes-AMG GT 4 Door Coupe to a nearby hostel, where he meticulously filled out his notes on the day's proceedings. The day had taken its toll, and he was clearly exhausted. As he lay down on the bed, he soon drifted into a well-earned sleep, leaving behind a day filled with hopes, disappointments, and the ever-elusive quest for change.

.....

At Orchid Estate GRA, a sense of urgency hung in the air. Jcole's unexpected disappearance had triggered concern and a frantic search. A dark-skinned lady in a black suit, representing the missing person's security team, reported with a troubled expression, "I'm sorry, Miss. I lost track of him." Her eyes were cast downward, and the weight of her responsibility bore heavily on her shoulders.

Miss Rose's face bore a mixture of concern and intrigue as she turned to face her female bodyguard. "What do you mean by 'you lost track of him'?" she inquired, her voice edged with urgency.

The bodyguard explained, "He stopped at a private garage and drove out in a white Benz. I tried so hard to tail him, but he drove so fast and overtook other cars so cleanly that I couldn't catch up." A faint smile played on her lips as she thought, "But that was freaking cool."

Miss Rose's mind raced with possibilities. "Is he secretly a tycoon's illegitimate child?" she pondered. The enigmatic Jonathan Cole had a way of fueling her curiosity. "Ahh, Jonathan Cole, why do you have to be so mysterious?" she mused, aware that her fascination with him often led her down intriguing, and sometimes perilous, paths.

.....

At 6:00 in the morning, in a place known as Hotel Jolly, a young man was engaged in a phone conversation. His face bore a worried expression as he listened intently to the voice on the other end.

"I'll definitely pay you a visit," Jcole assured, his voice filled with determination.

There was a ten-second silence on the line before she replied, her tone filled with gratitude. "Thank you... look, i have to go" Her sentence trailed off, and the line was disconnected.

Jcole released a deep sigh, a sense of concern etched on his face.

It turned out that Zainab, the person on the other end of the conversation, was going through a challenging period with her club, Paris Saint-Germain Féminine in France. She had experienced a growth spurt that rendered her temporarily unfit for her position. This sudden change in her physique had prompted rigorous training to adapt to her new center of gravity and other physiological adjustments. The situation had left her feeling down and struggling, especially since her role as a playmaker had been taken over by another player.

J. Cole carefully contemplated the situation, a subtle smile playing on his lips. "Well, I should be free next month," he mused, a glint of anticipation sparkling in his eyes. "I've got to surprise her," he chuckled, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

As he thought about the challenges she was going through, a deep sense of determination welled up within him. He knew that he needed to be there for her during these difficult times, and that thought filled him with a powerful resolve.

"Plus," he pondered, a thoughtful expression on his face, "I've had the chance to see a new side of her. It makes me wonder if she might be one of those who unconsciously push people away when they're battling depression." His voice held a mixture of empathy and understanding as he contemplated the complexities of her emotions and his commitment to visit her and help her overcome the obstacles she was facing.

Jcole quickly freshened up and checked out from the hotel, he calmly made his way to the car park while thinking of his next route.