The Equalizer
Meanwhile, on the sun-baked West Coast in Los Angeles.
When the secure burner phone vibrated violently against his pocket again, Dom, who had been quietly sipping a cold beer in the shadows, allowed a rare, deeply relieved smile to cross his usually expressionless, stoic face.
He aggressively pulled out the hidden phone and opened the encrypted message at once. Sure enough, it was flawlessly another short email from a completely unfamiliar, untraceable address.
He tapped the screen with a massive thumb and read the text: 'I've successfully reached the destination; the massive package has been flawlessly delivered. I'll securely contact the client to completely collect it immediately. Absolutely all is well.'
'Good kid!' Dom thought, his chest expanding with a massive sigh of relief.
Dom still absolutely couldn't be one hundred percent sure the massive, hijacked cargo had actually, safely reached the Boston port.
Lately, his highly paranoid mind was almost absolutely certain someone from the federal FBI had his home under heavy, constant surveillance, so he absolutely hadn't dared send anyone from the crew to physically check whether the container was still sitting at the local port.
Soon, though, he would flawlessly know if the imposing young man had aggressively double-crossed him.
After all, the specific, tactical reason he had actively hired Arthur to flawlessly smuggle the stolen electronics completely across the country to Boston was that the ruthless gang handling the underground hand-over there were heavily armed immigrants from Dominica.
Dom and his own tight-knit family aggressively came from the island of Dominica as well, and his blood clan absolutely still wielded massive, undeniable influence back in their home country.
Because of this deep blood tie, Dom felt incredibly secure; once the highly illegal goods arrived safely, those people would quickly, flawlessly wire the agreed, massive sum directly to the designated offshore account.
After patiently, methodically waiting another two grueling hours in the quiet house, he logically figured the tactical time was exactly right and called out in a low, commanding rumble, "Letty!"
Moments later, his fierce girlfriend Letty came aggressively to his side.
"Exactly what is it, Dom?" Letty asked. She knew perfectly well the entire house was heavily bugged with federal listening devices, so she spoke with absolute, calculated care.
Without changing his stoic, blank expression in the slightest, Dom told her smoothly, "I'm genuinely in the mood for some authentic and exotic food tonight.
Later, you and Mia go aggressively down to Supermarket to buy some fresh groceries. Tonight, we'll actively try some indian cuisine!"
Letty's dark eyelids twitched slightly. This specific, seemingly mundane request was actually a highly classified secret code she and Dom had meticulously agreed upon last night when they were intimately alone in the bedroom.
It meant exactly for her to actively take his sister Mia out opportunistically under the guise of shopping.
To completely, flawlessly take the tactical opportunity to confirm at a secure bank branch if the massive amount of dirty money from selling the stolen electronic products had safely arrived in the receiving bank account.
The calculated, tactical reason for aggressively bringing Mia along was that, in the highly trained eyes of the federal monitors, Mia's perceived danger level should be the absolute lowest.
Only if Letty securely accompanied her, with two women casually going out together to shop for mundane groceries and making a brief, completely natural detour to the bank midway, would it absolutely not seem entirely too abrupt or suspicious to the FBI.
Letty immediately replied, flawlessly playing her part, "Exactly why don't we just eat out?"
"The main car's aggressively impounded, I absolutely can't street race recently, and I just don't physically feel like moving," Dom answered, his deep voice carrying a perfect tone of heavy frustration.
"Alright, then I'll go smoothly change!" Letty agreed.
While aggressively changing her clothes in the back room, Letty seamlessly took Dom's hidden, untraceable bank card explicitly used for receiving massive amounts of dirty money. After flawlessly hiding it in a highly private, intimate location on her person, she quietly and smoothly left the heavily monitored house with Mia.
Meanwhile, on the East Coast, Arthur Sterling absolutely still didn't know everything violently happening back in Los Angeles.
Due entirely to the massive time difference across the sprawling country, Arthur, currently in Boston, exactly after flawlessly confirming the specific location of the heavily armed recipients, had smoothly left the warehouse area and spent a relaxing, entirely unbothered day casually playing tourist in Boston.
It absolutely wasn't until the dark evening began to fall that Arthur started aggressively heading back towards the sketchy Moscow Nights hotel.
Recently, his highly intelligent mind wondered if it was entirely due to his supernaturally enhanced physical fitness, as he logically found that not only had his raw, biological appetite massively, greatly increased, but he also got painfully hungry vastly more easily and quickly than before.
Even though Arthur had aggressively eaten more than three times the massive amount of food of the person sitting directly next to him at lunch completely by himself, he found his empty stomach rumbling violently again shortly after the sun had finally set.
He quickly, sharply looked around the urban environment for a calculated moment and soon spotted a brightly lit, welcoming family restaurant sitting perfectly at the corner of two busy streets ahead.
"Welcome!"
When Arthur pushed the heavy glass door open, the elderly white owner standing behind the counter smiled warmly and nodded respectfully at him.
"Exactly what can I comfortably get you, customer?" the owner asked.
This was a very ordinary, classic American family restaurant. The massive, printed menu was hung securely on a large cardboard sign directly above the white owner's bar area.
Arthur's terrifying five-dimensional attributes had already miraculously surpassed those of ordinary, healthy people by vastly more than two times. Consequently, his five biological senses were also incredibly, supernaturally much sharper than those of ordinary people.
He looked smoothly up, quickly, flawlessly scanned, and photographically memorized absolutely all the dozens of food items and hot drinks offered by the restaurant, including their exact, printed prices.
"A large glass of cold lemon soda, a massive Big Mac beef burger, a spicy Mexican chicken wrap, and a large hot dog! Also, one of your famous, signature donuts!" Arthur ordered, his low voice carrying absolute certainty.
Perhaps entirely because Arthur ordered such a massive, terrifying amount of food for a single person, a small figure sitting quietly at the counter directly in front of the owner turned her head in genuine surprise as he spoke.
Arthur was incredibly, supernaturally sensitive to any gazes landing on him, and he keenly, sharply turned his handsome head to meet the other person's curious eyes.
It was a somewhat plump, heavily made-up girl, who absolutely didn't look very old at all, but entirely because she aggressively wore heavy, mature makeup, her true biological age was incredibly hard to confidently tell.
But Arthur's highly intelligent, calculating mind accurately estimated that she absolutely shouldn't be over sixteen or seventeen years old.
The girl wore a strangely vibrant, purple wig and her revealing attire looked quite aggressively provocative for her age. She wore an alluring, tight mini-skirt perfectly paired with a thin camisole that completely exposed her pale shoulders.
Although undeniably young, she possessed a pair of astonishingly beautiful, seductive features, making absolutely most weak men completely unable to help but let their dark imaginations run violently wild the absolute first time they saw her.
Arthur was absolutely no exception to noticing her striking appearance, and the young girl's familiar face immediately, violently brought back a massive, distinct memory from his previous, mundane life.
Hit-Girl!
Arthur's dark eyelids twitched violently, almost loudly blurting out the famous nickname of the fierce, purple-haired lethal loli from a bloody, action-packed movie he had watched extensively in his previous life.
However, the shocking words caught perfectly in his dry throat and he smoothly, flawlessly swallowed them back down.
No, absolutely not Hit-Girl, the biological age and the gritty setting completely doesn't match! his analytical mind corrected.
The plump girl exchanged a long, intense glance with Arthur, clearly, undeniably attracted by his rugged youth and imposing handsomeness.
She absolutely seemed about to proactively say something flirtatious to him, but quickly, exactly as if remembering something highly terrifying, she somewhat listlessly and fearfully withdrew her heavy gaze.
Then the young girl continued to slowly, miserably finish the sweet donut on her plate, which was completely, aggressively covered in a massive amount of condensed milk.
The friendly restaurant owner also smoothly spoke up at this exact time, completely interrupting Arthur's racing, cinematic thoughts.
"Okay, please comfortably take absolutely any open seat you like, please wait a brief moment while I prepare it."
Arthur sat smoothly down at a clean table perfectly near the restaurant entrance, allowing him a flawless tactical view of the street, and he subconsciously, aggressively looked completely around the busy restaurant.
But entirely unexpectedly, his sharp eyes absolutely didn't find a tall, imposing, lethal black figure quietly reading a book in the corner.
This slightly older, tragic 'Super Girl' should undeniably be Teri from the gritty movie 'The Equalizer', right? Arthur analyzed silently, adjusting his posture.
With his incredibly rich, massive movie-watching experience from his previous life seamlessly guiding his logic, Arthur had absolutely, flawlessly confirmed the true identity of the plump girl sitting at the counter, who was currently listlessly eating a sweet donut, exactly after exchanging intense glances with her for a brief moment.
She was undeniably the tragic female protagonist of the bloody movie The Equalizer, the young child prostitute Teri, completely, violently controlled by the ruthless Russian Mafia.
Suddenly, Arthur's calculating mind violently remembered the highly unusual, paranoid aspects of the sketchy hotel exactly where he was securely staying, explicitly named Moscow Nights.
In a single, terrifying instant, absolutely all his previous, tactical doubts and dark suspicions regarding the hidden cameras and the Russian staff were completely, flawlessly answered at this exact moment,
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