I Can Extract Game Items-Chapter 185: The Heist

After an hour of paperwork and processing, August finally stepped outside to see both of his new cars lined up side by side. The Audi A6 for his everyday self, and the Lamborghini Aventador for his alter ego, Aleman.

The salesman handed him both sets of keys. "Congratulations, sir. Enjoy your new rides."

August grinned as he took the keys. "Oh, I will."

He climbed into the Audi first, making sure it was registered in his name and everything checked out before taking it for a short spin around the city.

Once he was satisfied, he returned to the dealership, switched to the Lamborghini, and revved the engine. The deep, thunderous roar sent a thrill down his spine.

He smirked to himself. "Yeah… this is the one."

With both vehicles acquired, August now had the perfect cover. One car for his normal life, and one that fit his more infamous persona.

He had made the car dealer sign an NDA concerning this transaction so he was sure this could never come back to be a problem in the future.

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The morning air was still crisp and the roads were only beginning to see the day’s traffic as a large truck rumbled down the highway, en route to Faith Specialist Hospital.

The vehicle, heavily secured, carried an invaluable cargo—fresh batches of health potions, a vital supply that had become a staple in the medical field due to their ability to expedite healing at an astonishing rate.

Of course, they had just acquired this from AM coven since August had a deal with the hospital where he sent out batches of Health Potions weekly and this was yet another week.

The driver, a burly man named Carl, whistled a tune as he navigated through the roads, while his co-driver, a leaner man named Jonah, sat beside him, sipping a lukewarm coffee.

Jonah exhaled while stretching his arms. "Man, this is the easiest gig ever. Drive a truck, drop off some items, get paid. If only every job were this simple." Find your next read on novelbuddy

Carl chuckled. "Yeah, easy money. Long as we don’t get jumped by some crazy assholes looking to make a quick buck."

Jonah scoffed. "Come on, who in their right mind would try to rob a truck filled with healing potions? It’s not like we’re hauling gold or anything."

Unbeknownst to them, a set of motorcycles and a pair of tinted SUVs had begun tailing them, weaving through traffic as they gained ground.

The riders, clad in black with helmets concealing their faces, signaled to each other with subtle gestures.

The lead rider, a woman with a distinct red dragon emblem on her shoulder, gave the final cue.

A sharp rev of the bikes echoed through the air as they suddenly surged forward, closing in on the truck with alarming precision.

Carl caught the movement in the side mirror. "Jonah… tell me I’m just being paranoid."

Jonah’s relaxed posture stiffened. He turned his head and saw the swarm of masked bikers rapidly approaching. "Uh… Carl, we got company."

The first strike came quickly—one of the bikers swerved dangerously close and launched a small, metallic device onto the truck’s rear. It latched onto the doors with a magnetic grip before sparking to life. A loud hiss filled the air as the electronic lock mechanism began to fry.

"Shit! They’re trying to breach the truck!" Carl slammed his foot on the accelerator, attempting to outmaneuver them. "Hold on, this ride’s about to get bumpy!"

The bikers adjusted immediately. Being on two wheels allowed them to keep pace.

Jonah fumbled for the radio, trying to call for help, but before he could get a word in, a black SUV cut in front of them and slammed on the brakes.

"Son of a—" Carl yanked the wheel, barely managing to keep the truck from flipping as he swerved off-road onto a rough dirt path.

The hijackers weren’t done. A man from the SUV leaned out of the passenger window with his face covered by a black skull mask.

He raised a gloved hand, and suddenly, an invisible force yanked the driver’s side door clean off the hinges, sending it tumbling into the brush.

"They got a goddamn super on their side!" Jonah yelled.

Carl barely had time to react before another unseen force wrapped around him, pulling him right out of his seat and slamming him onto the road with a harsh grunt.

The truck which was now out of his control, skidded to a halt as Jonah scrambled for the emergency brake.

The hijackers wasted no time. The red-emblemed biker swung onto the side of the truck and pried open the already-compromised lock. With a swift yank, the doors flew open, revealing the cargo of health potions packed in reinforced cases.

"Bingo," the biker muttered under her breath. She hopped into the truck’s cargo space, signaling her crew to start unloading.

Jonah, now shaking with adrenaline, lunged for the glove compartment, where he kept a small firearm. But before he could pull it free, the skull-masked man appeared at his door, reached in, and yanked the gun away with telekinetic ease.

"Nice try," the man voiced with a smooth yet chilling tone. He then slammed his fist into Jonah’s face, knocking him unconscious.

As the hijackers worked fast to transfer the potions into their vehicles, the red-emblemed leader pulled out a comms device and spoke into it. "Target secured. Extraction in progress. ETA: Five minutes."

The wind picked up as the chaos unfolded. Birds scattered from the trees, and dust swirled in the morning light.

The hijackers moved with speed and smooth teamwork. It was clear they had done this before, and they were damn good at it.

But they had no idea who they had chosen to rob this time.

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Back at AM Coven, an alert blared across the private security feed.

Aleman, watching from his office, immediately noticed the emergency notification flashing on the display. His eyes narrowed beneath the helmet.

Derrick cursed with a troubled expression. "Looks like we got trouble."

Aleman cracked his knuckles. "Then let’s make sure they regret it."

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The streets of the city roared with the blaring of sirens and the screeching of tires as police vehicles desperately chased after the hijackers.

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The stolen truck initially carrying AM Coven’s health potions weaved through traffic, guided by the skilled hands of the masked criminals.

The operation had been meticulously planned—the thieves moved in synchronized patterns, blocking the pursuing officers with decoy vehicles and strategically placed obstacles.

Among them, a single figure with a skull mask stood out. Dressed in a dark combat suit, the super being moved with unnatural agility, leaping from one getaway car to another.

His eyes glowed a faint violet, a clear sign of his awakened abilities. With a single hand, he created an energy wave that sent one of the police cruisers crashing into a street lamp, forcing the others to swerve and slow down.

"Damn it! We’re losing them!" one of the officers growled into his radio.

Another officer cursed. "The suspects are using superhuman abilities! We need reinforcements now!"

But despite their efforts, the hijackers executed a flawless escape maneuver. The remaining police vehicles were caught in a bottleneck of civilian traffic, allowing the criminals to slip into the labyrinth of the city’s industrial sector.

Within moments, the cops had completely lost track of the stolen truck.

However, the thieves had underestimated one thing—Aleman’s foresight.

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A few miles away, seated inside a black Lamborghini, Aleman watched everything unfold on a display projected from his wrist device.

"Predictable," he muttered to himself.

With a flick of his fingers, he zoomed in on the blinking red dot marking the truck’s location.

They were heading towards the city’s eastern sector—an abandoned warehouse district notorious for black market deals.

"They’re making it too easy," Aleman mused before gripping the wheel. The engine of the Lamborghini roared to life as he shifted gears and floored the accelerator.

The vehicle shot forward like a bullet, swerving through lanes at breakneck speed.

Neon lights streaked past him in a blur as he navigated the streets with accuracy. This was like giving the new sports car a test drive.

Within minutes, he had already closed the distance.

The police had lost track of them—he wouldn’t.

Aleman’s eyes narrowed beneath his helmet as he accelerated, and approached the blinking dot on his GPS. The truck was slowing down near an abandoned industrial park. Classic.

A group of masked men and women gathered outside the truck, unloading the stolen cargo into different vehicles. Their movements were precise and well-rehearsed. Not amateurs. But Aleman wasn’t here to admire their efficiency.

He parked a short distance away, stepping out as his futuristic suit glinted under the dim streetlights. The wind howled through the empty space between them, but his footsteps were silent as he moved forward.

One of the masked thieves, a burly man holding an assault rifle, suddenly tensed.

"Yo, who the hell—?"

Aleman vanished.

He reappeared behind the man in an instant, using Phantom Blitz to close the distance. A sharp elbow to the back of the head sent the thug crashing to the ground, unconscious before he could react. The others snapped into action, raising their weapons.

"It’s... Aleman!" one of them shouted.