Lynn typed logged into the computer. She searched for the students' database.

[User: LibraryAdmin]

[Pa.s.sword: HitlerDidNothingWrong]

Patrick put a bottle of water beside her as she searched through terras of data inside the server, "Found anything yet?"

"Other than the data of old students that had graduated, no, I'm not finding anything yet," she said.

Patrick entered the server room. The room was fooled by an air conditioner and the server was stacked on a rack. It was expected because the server needs a lot of cooling, especially if they were operated 24/7. There were multiple lights from Green to red in that room. There was an external hard drive that was lying down on the floor. He picked it up and it had the writing "Dare Challenge 30/12/2019".

He came out from the room while holding that hard disk and came to Lynn who was still busy at the computer. He put the hard disk besides the library computer as Lynn was still searching for the d.a.m.n cla.s.s 11-B students.

"Let me handle this, go take a rest," Patrick said as she took off her gla.s.ses. She put her hands on her shoulder and looked at him.

Her small black eyeb.a.l.l.s, her small red lips, and her beautiful face were facing at him at once, 'Please don't look at me like that. I'm feeling nervous.'

She stood up from that chair and grabbed the harddisk. "Can I open it?" She waved the harddisk around.

"Sure," Patrick continued the work of his crush. She wasn't joking when she said that there were lots of 11-B folders. h.e.l.l, there were even more than 1000 search results when he used the search bar.

'Holy f.u.c.k,' he said as he scrolled into multiple folders of 11-B. 'I feel that this is the main server for all of the school in this entire region,' he said as he opened multiple files and got frustrated just from opening six of those folders. 'I need an alternative method.'

He headed for the attendance list on a file cabinet in the library. He thought for a second, 'Wait a second. Why the h.e.l.l I opened a computer when I can found the s.h.i.+t here,' he brought out a whole rack and searched for that 11-B files among the other files. He eventually found a white file with writing "11-B 2020". He opened that file and he was surprised by how detailed the information was.

'Holy h.e.l.l, are the school stalking us? I mean they even have their routine on this file,' he said as he opened a paper about a particular student.

'6 AM going to school, has three love interest, known as a Chad, what the f.u.c.k? How the h.e.l.l does the school know this kind of thing?' He put the rack back to the cabinet and put the file in a table in the library. He decided to consult the others via the messaging service.

Patrick: "Guys, I've found it."

Shaddam: "A proof that our teacher is gae?"

Patrick: "No, I've found the file containing the 11-B students. This s.h.i.+t has everything yo."

President: "Nice Nice Nice, so, who's the lucky guy?"

Aveline: "Jordan Dramian. The guy tried to a.s.sault me on my way home. I think he's going to be an easy target."

President: "Ok, we have our scapegoat. Does everyone agree with that?"

10 male students: "Ok, we agree. Go, Patrick, let's kill da harem king."

Female students: "I agree."

Patrick: "I will contact again soon."

He brought the files to the table and started reading their lucky person, Jordan Dramian. He was older than him, 17 years old. His posture was 180 cm, he lived in the Southside of the town. He put several photographs and sent them to the cla.s.s group.

Patrick: "[20 photos] Here you go. Make the plan works president."

President: "Sure thing Patrick."

Just before he wanted to close his phone. Another message was coming from the Armory System app. It was a message from Lima.

Lima: "Have you taken another contract?"

Delta/Patrick: "Not yet. I'm still in my business."

Lima: "Take one soon ok. Unless you want someone to exterminate you."

Delta/Patrick: "Got that. Thanks."

He opened the mission list and checked on several available mission that was new for him. He also saw that he had leveled up to reputation level 4. A lot of job offers were dangerous, but some of them were regular. He decided to take a regular job offers for now. He pressed the Vigilante section and found three new job offers.

[Chauffeur Needed]

[Shutting Down Trafficking Ring]

[Attack A Gang Hideout]

'Hmm, I can drive a car. I think I will be a driver tonight,' he thought as he picked the chauffeur mission.

[Chauffeur Needed]

You are going to be a bodyguard for the daughter of the CEO of a petroleum company. Your job is to accompany her throughout the night and make sure that she comes back unharmed. The job will be over by midnight. A Vehicle will be provided.

Reward:

[Reputation +++]

[4000$]

'Nice, babysitting a daughter should be easier than escorting and arms s.h.i.+pment or attacking a gang hideout. I can focus more on the search of the perpetrator of the one who placed the Kekistani flag in the cla.s.sroom.'

He came to Lynn who was sleeping in front of her laptop. He decided not to disturb her and left a note beside her.

[I have a business. See you soon]

He then left the school and looked for a dark alleyway to change his loadout. He then came outside as a man wearing a balaclava and had AKM on his back.

[Location of the car is marked on the map]

The location was three bus stop away from his school so he took another bus and fortunately, the driver was the same as yesterday.

"Oh my G.o.d, it's you again," he trembled as he held the steering wheel and Patrick noticed that his pants were wet.

"As usual sir," he sat down at the backseat and pa.s.sed through several trembling pa.s.sengers. The bus started moving again.

Three bus stops later, he disembarked from that bus and walked to the location which his phone shown. It was a parking lot in a residential area and he got another notification.

[Key has been added to your pocket.]

He searched through his pocket and found the key. It was a key for a BMW. He should have expected that since the daughter was a VIP. He also thought to switch his weapon to the more appropriate VIP escort weaponry. He switched his weapon to an MP5SD.

[MP5SD: A 9x19mm Parabellum submachine gun. It is a gun made by Heckleru0026Koch in Germany. Famous with special forces across the entire world due to its reliability. It came with an integrated suppressor.]

He attached the holographic sight from the AKM to the MP5SD and put it in front of his body. He pressed the car key and a blue car was flas.h.i.+ng in front of him. It was an Alpina B7.

'Holy h.e.l.l, even not in my wildest dreams that I can drive something as luxurious as this,' he said as he touched the body of the car like he was touching the body of his woman. He gently rubbed his gloves hands in the car and made sure not to leave any scratches on it.

He opened the door of the car and the smell of a new expensive car entered his plebeian's nose. 'This is a rich dude smell.'

He sat down on the chair of the car and felt the expensive leather touching his skin, 'this is even better than my bed. I wish I can sleep here.'

[VIP coordinates has been uploaded on the map]

'This is going to be a fantastic night.' He turned on the engine and started to drive down the road. He felt as if he was the king of the road due to the fact that his car was the most expensive car on that road. He then got a call from The President.

"Evening, this is Patrick speaking."

"Evening, I find a way, but you need something. I find a way to trap Jordan."

"How?"

"Could you get the video surveillance record from the school admin office?"

"h.e.l.l no dude, it's too dangerous. You can tell the others. Bye." He hung up the phone and put it back inside his magazine pocket. The trip was very long so he sat back and enjoyed the ride with his expensive car.