Chapter 3 Elite Bar

He was walking to the driveway as two butlers held out umbrellas for them. But he was surprised to see Sabrina walking like a runway queen, wearing a waterproof leather jacket, and even her pants and boots were waterproof. Her hair is tied into a ponytail. She straddled the big blue bike with a big tank and then put on her helmet. She left in a whoosh. He was very much amused and interested in her. She only glanced at him and ignored him; he was just a wind passing by. He got into his Audi, and his assistant started driving. "I want full details about Sabrina's data. What she likes, what she hates, her background… everything you'll find about her." "Yes, Sir." Assistant Gonzales said. "Let's go to the Elite Bar." The bar was exclusive to only rich people. He doesn't own the bar but somehow wanted to buy it. The owner was unknown, nd the socialite's women wanted to know who the owner was. He got the VIP card, and once they arrive, he checks in on the VIP room. There's the presidential suit, but only the boss enters. Yet no one enters there. The way to the presidential room is also well classified, and there are two security guards on the way to the presidential room. No one can enter. Lots of women seduce the security guards, but none of them even get aroused or something. Very platonic. "Anything about your research in the Elite Bar?" He asked his assistant. "Negative." He hummed and sipped on his Whiskey. Elite bar wasn't just his interest. The Elite bar was like Sabrina Alvarez. Hard to get, hard to resist. He's been searching for her for months. Just one night stand, but he slept well. That's the first time in a long time that he had been able to sleep next to a woman. Never had he thought that he could sleep 12 hours that night in New York. Since everything about the hotel is very confidential. The room was booked under a man's name, but it was just a bluff name, and they never found anything elseaske it seemed to be blocked. Shentereder the territory of the headquarters of the gang. Guards are around patrolling loosely She knows that Tequila wouldn't spill who their boss is. She tied her hair into a tight bun and put her mask on. She pressed her wireless earbud, and it connected to Enzo's system. "Hey there, boss!" Enzo's voice was the signal that she had logged in. "Someone able to reach their main system?" Shtypespe on her suit, located on her left wrist, is since it was specially made for her by Enzo so she can communicate. "I'll do it." She said through sending message. "Be car, baby boss!" It was hard for her to escape since every facility has guards. So one of her agents uses a tranquilizer, and they move like ninjas, grabbing the body away from sight. Once they put on the guard's clothes and acted like nothing happened, she was able to enter the back door. Her agent, who that disguised as the guard, checked the CCTVs first and, one by one, sprayed them with the spider web that they had made. It was from a distance and, like a gun, without the CCTV operator's knowledge, that they had sprayed it. It will take at least 5 minutes for it to dissolve, and theyhavet a few minutes to the main system of the building. Enzo controlled a drone above the small headquarters to analyze the blueprint of the building until he immediately located where the system was. She ran swiftly and without a sound, and like a ninja that she had practiced for so four years, she jumped to the ceiling like Spider-Man and crawled slowly as if few people were walking under he, and they never noticed her since it was quite dark in the corridor and her suit camouflaged perfectly. 3 minutes to get to the main system. She jumped and started running and sneaked like the wind until she reached the door to the system. No security password? She unlocked the door with her tool. It only takes 3 seconds, like opening the door. How dare they capture her right hand with a system like this? She snuck in and put her portable drive on one of the supercomputers. In the second, Enzo declared that it was done, and everything went out, including the lights. She started running as she put on her night vision glasses. Just as planned, Whiskeymettmet her halfway and ran with her. The headquarters is alarming, and through Enzo's guidance, they reach the main room where the guards are gathered, and point guns at them. "Sorry about that," Enzo told, and in swift movement, Whiskey and Sabrina threw tear gas. Since they have masks and oxygen flows from their suit, they swiftly break their necks with their bare hands, and their boss was coughing and was about to escape, but she managed to pull her gun and started shooting each of them directly through their heads without blinking. Shglancesce at Tequiwhoseo's face is beaten. Then she shot their boss right through the skull. She put down her gun and grabbed Tequila's collar. His handsome face was beaten to hell. "Boss, would you still like me though my face is beaten?" She punched him in the stomach, and he coughed. It wasn't that hard. She has already analyzed his injuries. A chopper is already above, and they run out, leaving a bomb inside. Whiskey and Brandy grabbed Tequila inside the chop, upper, and it immediately flew.e w A few meters away, the main building of the headquarters exploded. "You stupid man!" Brandyscowled since he's next to Whiskey. Tequila is their leader, next will be Whiskey. They are her trusted subjects. "How did you get captured?" "Drug me with **** drug." Tequila chuckled and grimaced from the pain on his stomach. "I enjoy the fucking but it turned out to be like I will be tortured. But no worries, I said nothing at all." He looks at their boss, who is always quiet and looking outside. They drop him off at the hospital. Brandy stayed with Tequila, and she and Whiskey went to the Elite bar after changing their outfits. Whiskey always dresses elegantly, but she never wears elegant clothes. Just a leather jacket and jeans. It was her first time in a long time entering the bar without using the discreet entrance. "I'll be around checking." She only nodded and signed the old barman. He immediately gave her a mimosa, and she sipped on it. The place was a little crowded, and the music was just relaxing. She's there to relax. "Do you want your suite, Ma'am?" The barman asked, and she shook her head. "Let me know if you need anything at all." She waved. The man was one of her trusted employees in the Elite bar. He was a retired agbecauseince he's old. He's still working for his family, and she gives him enough salary. "If it isn't the long-lost, Alvarez." A man dressed in a suit approached her with a wine in his hand. She only glanced at him and ignored him. He felt embarrassed and gave his card to the barman. "I'll pay for everything she'll drink." The barman looked at her, and she didn't give signals. "I'm so sorry, sir, but she already paid for the drink. She's one of our VIPs, sir." "Since when? This is the first time I've seen you here, Sabrina." What's running through her mind? She's been thinking and thinking, trying to retain on what the man's name. Until she snapped her fingers and the barman refilled her drink, giving her peanuts. She started eating peanuts and thought of the name. The man seemed embarrassed because she wasn't entertaining him. "Oh, I forgot that you are mute." She stopped midway through eating peanuts, and she signed Whiskey not to come forward. Few of her agents are here just to have fun, and when people hear what the man named Ian Zarte, whom she just remembered, the girls gathered around. "Look, it's Sabrina Alvarez!" "So, it is true that she's mute." She continued eating peanuts, ignoring them. The barman didn't say anything and enjoyed the people bullying her. Because they never know that she's the owner of the famous Elite Bar, and she could kick them out one by one and embarrass them. He made another mimosa and served it to her especially. "Why do you still serve her old man? She doesn't have anything to pay for that." One of the girls from the top Social Rich Society said. One of Marga's friends. "Do you want me to call Marga? I could just pay for your drinks and—" "Just call security, I am sure that they will throw her out since she isn't dressed like this." "Don't worry! She's my date." Another man came up and put a hand on her shoulder. Automatically, she twisted the man's wrist and bam! His half face was pushed against the expensive bar counter. Everybody gasped, and one bouncer came up. "Fuck!" He's groaning in pain. "Damn, take her out!" She looked at the bouncer, and he nodded. Instead of her being picked up, the man was dragged outside the bar, and everyone started complaining at the platonic bouncer that she should be the one thrown out. The barman immediately cleaned the peanuts that had been scattered on the counter and gave her another. "Sweetheart!" She was frozen by the voice of the man. Tsk! She was in a bad mood. What else could this man bring to her?