Chapter 250: Dr. Evil & The Foxy Twelve!

Chapter 250: Dr. Evil & The Foxy Twelve!

Raymond Lee was having a spectacular disaster of a morning. First, that utterly useless toad Greg Song went and got himself killed before providing a single shred of actionable proof that Rick Lee was responsible.

Then came the frantic calls from both Adam and Melody. They claimed Rick was actively taking his sister up north with the explicit intent of putting a baby in her belly.

To top it all off, just as his men were hot on their tail, the bubblegum-pink sports car Raymond had forcibly commandeered from some rich brat blew up on him. The explosion was loud, fiery, and completely knocked him out of the chase.

Unable to pursue Rick on foot, Raymond had no choice but to head back to Star City. When the car first lifted off the ground during the chaos, he completely missed the fact that his smartphone had been launched from the vehicle.

The onboard radio was completely fried too. Because of that, he was left entirely in the dark about the fact that two of his Apache helicopters and Clark Lee's entire SDF team had just gone missing.

The moment Raymond's taxi finally pulled up to the Jefferson building, he hurried straight to his hidden forward base on the thirteenth floor. It was a setup sitting exactly three floors above Rick's Fire Birds office in the Phoenix Tower.

He stepped into the surveillance room expecting a clean tactical update. Instead, his men looked up from their monitors with pale faces, ready to drop a fresh batch of terrible news.

Six of his men were stationed in the room, all wearing crisp, white SDF uniforms. Two functioned as a sniper and his female spotter, huddled near their covered glass window.

Another pair manned the massive computer arrays used for eavesdropping and network hacking. The final woman ran real-time errands and handled the secure communications lines for the entire unit. This very room was the exact tactical hub Clark Lee and his ten men had used before moving out to keep tabs on Rick.

"Captain Lee, you're finally back!" The intelligence officer quickly picked up a brand-new smartphone and thrust it into Raymond's hand. "Sir, Clark Lee's team has completely gone missing, and the assets Adam Lee sent up north have vanished too. We are also receiving countless reports of our SDF Lee members being found dead or missing all across Eurasia."

Raymond's hair was still a messy, windblown disaster from the car explosion. He gripped the new smartphone tightly, looking over at his monitors. "What about the current whereabouts of Rick Lee and Melody?"

The female spotter at the sniper nest raised her hand, pointing her finger directly through the window looking down at the opposite tower. "Sir, Rick Lee and Melody Lee are right over there in their main office. They have been sealed in there together since 7 AM."

She hesitated for a brief second, her cheeks flushing bright red as she looked through her lens. "Um, it seems Mrs. Lee and Rick Tang are currently having explicit office sex. Over the last hour, they have already gone at it three separate times without even bothering to close the blinds like he normally does. They are in the middle of their third round right now, sir."

Raymond's mind went completely blank as the words processed. He couldn't comprehend how Rick and Melody could be inside the Phoenix Tower if they were supposed to be up north with Clark on their tails.

He marched straight toward the window where a hidden cutout section in the glass allowed his sniper rifle to fire through. The sniper saw him approaching out of the corner of his eye but kept his mouth shut.

The spotter woman looked incredibly flustered as Raymond stepped into her space. "Sir, you might really not want to look at this..."

Raymond completely ignored her warning, violently snatching the binoculars right out of her hands to see for himself. What filled his lenses instantly caused white-hot rage to boil in his chest.

In his view, Melody was bent completely over the polished office desk, holding a glass tablet that was actively playing a video. Behind her stood a tall man with thick black hair, heavily pounding away from behind while his large hands freely roamed her body. Even though they both still had most of their clothes on, the man's lowered trousers left absolutely no doubt about the raw act of procreation being performed.

But it wasn't the sight of his sister's lewd, enjoying smile that was making Raymond's blood boil. It was the text written across the man's bare buttocks and the specific footage playing on that tablet.

The screen showed a dramatic, mocking video of Raymond's humiliating breakdown in that pink hot rod, playing on a relentless loop. The two figures across the street were actively laughing at his frantic expressions while making babies right in front of the window. And right across the man's rear, written clearly in Melody's distinct handwriting, were the words: Your Sister Is My Cum Dumpster!

Against Raymond's better judgment, he tapped the secure wireless earpiece hanging from his ear. It was successfully feeding audio from the new smartphone Melody had picked up right before arriving at the Phoenix Tower.

The absolute first sound to hit his eardrum was the heavy, sultry moaning of his sister. It was a familiar, breathless tone he knew all too well from the dark past when they used to sleep together.

[Ahan~ Honey, this feels so incredibly kinky, I love it, haha~! Go deeper, I am definitely ovulating right now! Oh god, this video of Raymond is so funny, you are so incredibly bad, Dr. Evil, fufu.]

The man pounding away like a man on a strict mission raised his voice next, heavy and deep. He kept one hand firmly planted on her hip, looking exactly like an actor filming a cheap porno.

[Hey Melody, if our first kid turns out to be a boy, can we name him Raymond? You know, after the very man who brought us together like this?]

Melody shook her head vigorously in Raymond's lenses, her breathless response echoing directly into his earpiece.

[Raymond has a limp dick now, and we absolutely cannot curse our boy with that kind of stigma. Ah, I am cumming again, Dr. Evil, fufu! We will name our boy Austin Lee, haha~!]

The man pretending to be Rick delivered one final, heavy thrust, stopping his movements completely as he grunted into the recording device.

[Here you go again, Melody. I am definitely going to have to keep you around for the long haul, haha. Oh, change the channel for a second, I want to see Raymond's face right now while I fill you up.]

Melody glanced back over her shoulder, looking directly up toward the thirteenth floor where Raymond stood frozen with his binoculars. Her slender fingers flicked the glass screen of the tablet, instantly flipping the image away from the bubblegum-pink Mazda Miata MX-5. The screen changed to a live, high-definition camera shot of Raymond standing at his cutout window. It was a real-time broadcast of the absolute rage twisting across his face.

The Leader calmly pulled up his trousers and smoothed out his pristine white suit. He ran a hand through his neat black hair before sitting back in a retro 70s-style lounge seat. The man never once turned around to look at Raymond, simply raising a massive middle finger blindly over his shoulder toward the window.

Melody pulled down the hem of her retro 70s dress and kept a tight grip on the tablet. With a deeply contented smile, she crawled right onto the fake Rick's lap.

The sniper kept his eyes glued to his scope, though he had been laser-focused on Melody's attractive figure rather than the back of the man's head. "Sir, they can see us perfectly, and our position is completely compromised. What are your orders? Do I take the shot and abandon the location?"

The live feed on Melody's tablet clearly showed the sniper adjusting his aim. Raymond lowered his binoculars slowly, handing them back to the trembling spotter before raising his smartphone to dial Adam.

The line rang only a few times before Adam's voice cut through Raymond's earpiece. [I am already fully aware of your situation, Raymond. I have been monitoring everything through your connected devices... Take the shot. Kill Rick Tang and every single member of his family right now. My birthday is right around the corner, and absolutely no one is going to stop me now. Click... do, do, do...]

The line went dead, and Raymond immediately punched a different secure number into his keypad, speaking the moment the call connected. "Operation Firestorm is officially a go."

The voice on the other end responded instantly. [Affirmative, Captain. We will deploy the rocket launchers from Lot 3 at the Garden Estates immediately. The Tang Mansion will be entirely reduced to ash in five minutes. No one leaves that property alive, over and out. Click... do, do, do...]

Raymond turned back to his sniper and spotter, his voice dripping with cold malice. "Take the shot now. And make sure you kill Melody right after you finish Rick. She is most likely carrying his child, and no Lee Conservative traitor can be allowed to live."

Every single man in the room gathered around the glass to watch the execution. The spotter carefully slid open the pre-cut shooting hole they had crafted into the heavy glass long ago.

The sniper quickly found his mark, locking a perfect, lethal crosshair right onto the back of the fake Rick's skull. His trigger finger slowly squeezed backward as he smoothly released his breath, letting the high-caliber round fly.

Bang~!

They all waited for the back of the skull to violently explode across the office wall. Instead, a deafening counter-shatter echoed through the air as the sniper round ricocheted cleanly off the window.

The room was protected by specialized bulletproof glass thick enough to stop an anti-material sniper rifle. The sudden, violent shockwave of the deflected bullet sent a stunning rattle through all seven SDF soldiers in the room.

Without a single care in the world, the actor kept his massive middle finger raised in the air, completely mocking their sniper. Melody leaned in close, passionately kissing the man she so affectionately called Dr. Evil.

The sight broke the last shred of Raymond's sanity, and he roared out orders to his unit. "Get your weapons, we are moving over there right this second! Kill absolutely anyone who tries to step in our way... Rick Lee dies today!"

All five SDF soldiers immediately armed themselves, strapping on heavy bulletproof vests before heading downstairs to cross the street toward the Phoenix Building. They deliberately left their two backup support members behind to serve as their eyes and ears from the surveillance room.

Just as the main group entered the Jefferson building elevators to descend, a beautiful blonde woman in her forties stepped out from the shadows of the hallway. Tina and Jill's mother calmly dialed a number on her smartphone.

Luke's gruff voice cut through the receiver. [Mrs. Feng, are they on their way down now?]

Tina and Jill's mother narrowed her blue eyes in a playful, dangerous squint as she replied to Luke. "Seven came in total. I am going to enter their little nest right now and finish off their support."

[Please be careful, Mrs. Feng. If anything happens to you, Tina or Rick will personally give me a pair of cement shoes, haha.]

She hung up the phone without another word. Producing the Jefferson building's master keycard, she smoothly unlocked the front door of the surveillance suite and slipped inside.

In less than a minute, the dull thuds of heavy bodies hitting the floor echoed down the corridor. A smiling blonde lady stepped out of the room moments later, completely satisfied that Raymond would have absolutely no backup left to call.

Five minutes later, Raymond and his six heavily armed soldiers marched through the front doors of the Phoenix building lobby. He raised his weapon and shouted, "SDF! We have an arrest warrant for—" His voice caught violently in his throat.

The upbeat, jazzy rhythm of "Soul Bossa Nova" by Quincy Jones was blaring loudly through the lobby speakers, but the space was entirely hollow. The entire lobby had been completely evacuated, leaving behind not a single Fire Birds member to stand in their way.

The sniper couldn't help but nod his head to the groovy rhythm. "Hey, isn't that the theme song from SEG's new Austin Powers movie?!"

Raymond snapped his head around, glaring with pure malice. "Shut up! Something is incredibly wrong here, and it isn't the soundtrack. Why is this entire place abandoned?"

"Sir, should we retreat, or do we keep going up?" Wendy, the female spotter, asked as she pointed toward the central elevator bank. The digital display indicated the carriage was sitting idle on the ground floor.

Raymond pointed toward the emergency stairwell door. "Wendy, hit the elevator button and program it to stop on every single floor going up. Make it look like we are riding inside it. The rest of you, move into the stairwell, hurry."

After programming the elevator to mimic their ascent, the tactical team pushed into the concrete stairwell. Absolutely nothing rushed out to stop them, and the funk rhythms of "Jungle Boogie" by Kool & The Gang began filling their ears from the stairwell speakers.

The team finally reached the main penthouse floor without encountering a single obstacle. Just as they emerged, the empty elevator doors slid open right next to them, proving that no one had used the shaft to escape while they were climbing.

Raymond raised his submachine gun, gesturing aggressively for the sniper to test the entrance. He signaled to open it if unlocked, kick it in if locked, or use a breaching grenade if necessary. But before the soldier's hand could even touch the metal handle, the heavy doors swung inward completely on their own, forcing the armed group to leap backward in sudden fright.

What met their eyes made them feel as if they had stepped directly onto a retro James Bond movie set.

The massive doors revealed an expansive, wide-open penthouse office covered from wall to wall in thick red shag carpeting. A series of glowing lava lamps illuminated the space with a warm, ambient pulse, and the master of ceremonies was sitting there smiling right at them.

Over by the massive wall of windows at the far end of the room, Luke sat comfortably behind a heavy white wooden desk, turning his sharp gaze toward Raymond. Melody stood directly behind Luke, and with a swift movement, she pulled a black hairpiece right off Luke's shiny, bald head.

He was dressed in a pristine white business suit paired with a striking crimson tie, capturing the perfect real-life look of Dr. Evil.

To the immediate left and right of the elevator bank, two sets of secondary doors sat just past low lounging couches, completely flanking Raymond's entry path.

Melody consecutive to rhythmically massage her new man's shoulders as Luke reached forward and pressed a large button on his desk. A massive glass dome instantly dropped from the ceiling, completely sealing the pair underneath the thick, clear barrier. Luke's voice was heavily magnified through the room's PA system, accompanied by the driving rhythm of the "Peter Gunn Theme" by the Blues Brothers.

Raymond leveled his rifle directly at the glass dome, screaming over the music. "Where is Rick Tang?! Have him step out right now or we will open fire!"

Luke spoke into his desk microphone, his voice echoing clearly to the confused Raymond. "Hello, Raymond Lee. For the remainder of your brief visit, please address me as Dr. Evil. I have successfully activated this Cone of Silence to stop your pesky little guns from touching me. My Cone of Silence is crafted from the exact same bulletproof glass your sniper's anti-material rifle just bounced off of, so you won't be taking me down like some cheap Bond villain, mwahaha! Cough, cough."

Raymond's eyes widened as he recognized the white suit from the scandalous video playing on Melody's tablet earlier. Looking at the bald head, the horrifying realization hit him far too late. "Rick Lee isn't even here, is he? If he is back at his mansion, then he just took four tactical rockets and is currently burning to the ground!"

Luke smiled, leaning into the classic style of a theatrical villain's monologue. "Don't worry your little head, Raymond. That entire estate was completely empty and fully insured, hehe. As for my glorious Leader, he is currently traveling eastbound on Highway 7, moving out to completely finish off the rest of your precious Lee clan, mwahaha~! Oh, and how did you like that pink car trick? Rick engineered that little breakdown on purpose just to let you live a single day longer."

Melody reached over to grab a cosplay headband adorned with fluffy white cat ears, slipping it over her hair before sliding down to rest directly on Luke's lap. "Dr. Evil, you completely forgot to pet your white cat with proper affection before springing your grand trap, remember?"

Luke seemed to recall the strict script Rick had given him to memorize, and he quickly improvised. "I was originally supposed to clap my hands, but my cat's ass will have to do, hehe. Come out and play, The Foxy Twelve!"

Slap! Slap!

The moment Luke smacked Melody's rear like a pair of clapping hands, the two secondary doors in the back of the room burst open simultaneously, and the trap was violently sprung.

A dozen gorgeous, highly advanced hitwomen suddenly flooded the penthouse, pouring out from the rear executive bathroom and the private resting lounge like a campy 1970s flash mob. Their sudden presence was an intoxicating mix of Austin Powers style and immediate, lethal danger.

They flaunted voluminous, retro beehive hairstyles and matching, cherry-red patent leather minidresses that paired perfectly with their sleek, thigh-high platform boots. The harmless, playful facade evaporated into thin air as they snapped into a dramatic, synchronized dance choreography. They winked playfully at Raymond Lee and his terrified SDF soldiers while seamlessly leveling custom, blood-red Smith & Wesson fully automatic AA-12 shotguns.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before anyone in the tactical unit could even process the bizarre spectacle, the elite hitwomen opened fire in perfect, rhythmic synchronization. They filled the entire penthouse air with a devastating, unrelenting storm of 12-gauge slugs and cheerful, echoing giggles.

Thanks to the reinforced bulletproof windows and the heavy Cone of Silence protecting Luke and his sexy cat, the flying slugs didn't affect anyone on that side of the room. The same could not be said for the now very dead group of SDF soldiers, whose bodies collapsed directly onto the thick, red shag carpeting, which absorbed the fresh blood beautifully.

The echoing gunfire finally ceased, leaving only the retro music playing in the background. Luke looked up through the super-heavy, reinforced glass dome and tapped frantically on the partition, begging The Foxy Twelve through his microphone. "Hey! Call the maintenance crew right now! I am completely trapped in here, and I really gotta pee!"