Across the nation, Chad Thompson was hanging on the dder of his private helicopter. He was above the slums of Baltimore Marynd, surrounded by heavy smoke and dark clouds.

  He tugged on the side of the helicopter dder, alerting the pilot to stop. He then jumped off of the flying vehicle, nding onto the city below.

  Once he nded on the street, he raised his thumb up, verifying he was fine. The helicopter driver, Rogers, put his thumb up, understanding that he had permission to go off.

  The helicopter left, leaving the Alpha behind in a somewhat filled street.

  Chad looked around the city he was in, noticing a lot of destruction and trash. He’d never really been in this part of a city, so seeing it was a bit of a shock.

  He assumed the city was affected by the Cuckold War and the crashing Dildo ships, but it could also be a consequence of the local gangs.

  “Either way, doesn’t matter to me right now… It ain’t my job to fix this pce up. Not yet, at least.” Chad sighed as he turned away from the nearby buildings, continuing to walk through the rge street.

  Despite being in a densely poputed city, no one around him noticed or recognized him. The popuce continued with their lives, not bothering to pay attention to the rge rich Alpha.

  “Normally I’d want everyone to notice me… But I don’t really care today. Seems they’re used to crazy shit going on nowadays, whereas world saving heroes hopping out of helicopters isn’t even that strange. Heh.” Chad thought to himself as he scratched his forehead.

  He continued walking for almost ten minutes, but eventually stopped when he reached a rge abandoned section of the city, blocked off by destruction and fences.

  He walked past a sign that said “Entry Forbidden” and through a half broken barbed wire fence.

  “If the info the Degenerate Detectives loaned me is right, then this has to be their pce…” Chad thought silently as he slipped through the sharp wiring. He pulled out a small photo from his pocket, showing half broken gss in a rge rusted structure.

  Once he entered this forbidden section, he noticed a rge parking lot with broken vehicles and street lights.

  It was in front of a rge abandoned factory building, which looked rusted and unused. It was the exact same as the photo, with the same broken gss, chimneys, and funnels.

  Around the parking lot were twelve men in tank tops and bulletproof vests. Each of them jumped out from behind destroyed vehicles, armed to the teeth with assault rifles.

  They raised up their rifles and pointed them straight at Chad!

  “Who the fuck are you?! Motherfucker, can’t you read the fucking ‘Forbidden Entry’ sign?!!” One yelled as he held up an assault rifle straight at Chad’s face, slowly inching towards him.

  Despite the dangerous situation, Chad ughed loudly.

  “I’m Chad Thompson, the hero who saved this world! Since you bums probably don’t remember, I’ll tell you something else about me…! I’m the badass who killed Daddy McDickerson!!! Your pussy ass pops!!” Chad yelled powerfully, his voice shaking the entire lot.

  In response, the men who stood in front of him began unloading their magazines into Chad! Gunshot noises echoed throughout the streets, causing the remaining members of the McDickerson Remnant to join in on attacking him, exiting the factory.

  “GET HIM! HE’S ONE OF THE BASTARDS WHO WHACKED OUR DADDY!!!” Another one with a bandana roared as he ran out from the factory’s doors, pointing his finger at Chad’s muscur frame.

  Chad stood still, tanking the numerous gunshots without a hint of concern. He watched as they pulled out rocket unchers and explosives, sending them at him without a moment of consideration.

  BOOOM!!!

  The explosion pushed multiple of the Remnant members back, causing them to fall on the ground. They assumed that they had taken out the intruder, preparing to put their weapons away.

  But right before they could, a wave of powerful Alpha energy shot outwards, smming into each one of their bodies!

  “GRAAAA!!!” McDIckerson’s children cried out as they were burned by the powerful aura, their vests and clothing instantly being melted by the Alpha’s fiery energy.

  The smoke and fire from the explosion cleared out thanks to this wave, revealing Chad’s uninjured body.

  He sighed as he walked forward, looking down at the Remnant member’s burned bodies. He hadn’t killed any of them, but knew that they wouldn’t be getting up any time soon.

  He soon reached the front of the abandoned factory, opening up its doors. A loud creaking noise rang as he slowly opened it up, revealing the dim interior.

  Inside of the factory’s lobby were hundreds of Remnant members, who all stood silently. They watched Chad, clenching their weapons. Despite their enemy standing there, they stayed still and stood neutrally.

  “What’s up, assholes. Are you all scared? Pissing your pants? If you stop this hunt against my family and reform, then I’ll forgive you all! Do you hear me? Pussies!” Chad roared as he held up his hands in victory.

  The Remnant members were pissed off, but still didn’t attack Chad. Instead, they stayed silent and moved towards the sides, revealing a rge door that sat at the end of the lobby.

  Suddenly, the rge door opened, revealing two men in suits. They walked into the lobby, silently exuding their powerful aura outwards.

  “Ah. Men with some fucking style here. The fuck are you doing here in these slums?!” Chad yelled out as he raised his eyebrow.

  Right as Chad finished asking his question, he saw one of the suited men slide straight towards him! He zipped through the long lobby, reaching Chad in a matter of seconds. He held out his hand and smiled through the gap in his masquerade mask.

  “Chad Thompson. Do you remember me? I don’t think we’ve ever formally met. But, long ago, inside of Jimmithey Johnrey James’ house, you saw me. Do you remember now…?” The man with green hair asked as he continued to hold out his hand.

  Chad’s eyebrow raised when he heard the question. He then spped his hand away and looked down on him, looming over the masked man.

  “What? Why did you say that name? I haven’t been in his damn house ever since the Cuckold War. Who are you, fool?” Chad asked, getting more pissed off.

  His aura was getting stronger and thicker, pushing the other members of the Remnant away. They began to run off from the room, leaving the three men alone.

  “What a shame, you truly do not remember… I’ll answer your question then… I was known as the ‘Green Haired Guy,’ both by my former allies and enemies. Heh, those bastards didn’t even know my real name. But as, I go by Mr. G now. I used to work under the King Cuck, if you remember.” The Green Haired Man, who was now known as Mr. G, expined as he moved his hand back to his side.

  Chad began to get even more furious, hearing the name King Cuck. His eyes widened as he quickly realized who the man in front of him was!

  “What the fuck. Didn’t you fucking die? How the hell are you here, walking around?! That Schizo bastard killed you from what I remember!” Chad roared as he loomed over Mr. G.

  Despite their size difference being so rge, Mr. G didn’t look threatened. He instead began ughing like a fool when he saw Chad’s anger.

  “Ahaha… It’s the blood that flows in my veins, thanks to the King Cuck. He resurrected himself through the moon rituals and came back stronger. Because of the amount of Cuck Blood he gave to me, I was able to self resurrect, but with a significant loss of strength. Sadly, I doubt any of my fellow generals can revive themselves. Besides that mentally deformed pony fan… So I am truly alone. A shame…” Mr. G expined as he grasped at Chad’s hand, shaking it slowly.

  Chad scoffed when Mr. G did this, shocked that he was able to get past his defenses and hold his hand. This Green guy was dangerous and fast, but still was nothing to the Alpha!

  So, Chad began to crush Mr. G’s hand, asserting his dominance over the Green Haired Man.

  “Ahh. I see, I see! You go from a B tier vilin to a D tier crook boss. From the King Cuck, to the McDickerson Remnant. Well, I’ll say, it doesn’t make any difference. I’ll fuck you up all the same!” Chad yelled as he loomed over Mr. G’s body, breaking his arm with his pure strength.

  Bone poked through Mr. G’s suit sleeve, as the sound of crunch and churning of breaking bones rang throughout their ears. Despite that, Mr. G looked up at Chad and continued to ugh!

  “Chad. I know how you feel. You are strong, powerful and rich. But you want more. You want all of this to protect the people you love. And I know you’ll get it, as any ambitious man does. But you get it, you’ll become just like me. Bored… All of the noble ideals you think you’ll stand for, will scatter under the winds of apathy… Heh, I cannot wait for these days… When we’ll all be one of the same, aligned in every aspect…!” Mr. G expined as he began ughing at Chad, nearly falling over from amusement.

  Another vein popped in his forehead, Chad prepared to strike Mr. G in the face!

  But before he could, the other suited man came up and began slow cpping, loudly.

  “Calm down gentlemen! Please! We don’t need to fight. In fact, we wanted to talk to you, Sir Chad Thompson!” The man behind Mr. G expined as he slowly waved his hands.

  He walked up to Mr. G and put his hand on his shoulder. This caused Mr. G to stop ughing, his mouth shutting into a smile.

  “Who the fuck are you? Interrupting my damn business?!” Chad asked as he looked at the man.

  He had a bck ski mask on and dark red eyes. It contrasted his regal bck suit and crimson red tie. The masked man began to giggle and put his hands up in apology.

  “I apologize, Mr. Thompson. My name is currently Dauan Campbell, but I go by DC now. Our association with the McDickerson Remnant was just temporary work. They needed a bit of leadership, so we provided our services for a small bit of time.” DC expined as he pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Mr. G.

  Mr. G took it and pced it in his mouth. He pulled his finger out, turning it into a small gooey green lighter. He lit the cigar and puffed it out, while smiling at Chad.

  “And why the fuck do you want to talk to me? Don’t you know I kill creeps like you for a living?” Chad asked as he stared down at DC.

  DC chuckled and tried to hand Chad an expensive 1920s cigar from a case he kept in his pocket. But before he could, Chad spped it away. The sp caused it to disintegrate, thousands of dolrs worth of

  “Simple, sir… We want to work with you, Sir Chad. Ever since the Cuckold War, we’ve been watching and noticing your moves. You tried to hide them in the background, and I believe most would miss it, but we’re more attentive than most…

  You’ve been making business decisions with different companies and people, varying from squeaky clean legal to very dirty and criminal. We know what your pn is and we want in on it…” DC expined as he got his own cigar and began smoking it.

  Chad stared at him bnkly, his eyes tensing up slightly.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Even if this were true, and I mean only IF… Then why would I let you little shits in. You’ve been a thorn in my side. Your subordinates tried to attack my family… Killing you here and now would probably be better to my pns than whatever you could come up with…” Chad expined as he pulled out his own cigar from his business suit, quickly lighting it with his Alpha energy.

  He began smoking the rge cigar, puffing its smoke into both DC and Mr. G’s face. This was his way of showing his superiority over DC and Mr. G.

  DC and Mr. G turned to one another, smiling slightly. DC turned back to Chad with a grin, holding his two hands together.

  “Quite frankly, the McDickeron Remnant wouldn’t have been organized as it was without us. We will take care of what you cannot as your organization grows. And the issue with the Remnant will be neutralized. No offense, Sir Chad, but with the amount the Remnant grows, you wouldn’t be able to completely wipe them out. They will continue to reproduce and spread their rhetoric with their own children. They’ll grow from a thorn to a bullet, one that will continuously deplete the blood out from you until… Well, we don’t have to say it, do we?” DC expined as he looked around the broken down factory.

  As he finished speaking, he pulled out a small remote switch from his pocket, pcing it in Chad’s muscur hand.

  Chad looked down at the switch, noticing a simple button that said “Execute.” He felt slight chills just from looking at the device, questioning its purpose.

  “Fuck is this?” He asked as he looked back up at DC. The masked man chuckled and took the cigar out from his mouth, puffing light smoke out from it.

  “That, Chad Thompson, is a switch that’ll make a majority of them infertile. We’ve had all of the ones stationed here take certain drinks that have been marked with small nano machines. It’ll be very useful and help stop the cycle of McDickersons from continuing.

  However, we will only let you click it if you allow us into your incredible pns. Now please, make the correct decision. Or don’t. It is all up to you, Sir Chad Thompson…” Mr. G expined as he stared into Chad.

  Chad had no idea how a simple switch or nanomachines would make them infertile, but he didn’t really care. If it helped stop the quickly growing threat of the Remnant, then he would take it.

  So, Chad took his cigar out of his mouth and began to rub it on Mr. G and DC’s shoulders. Light burns grew on their expensive designer vests.

  He then puffed the smoke into their faces, chuckling out as he turned around, his back muscles poking through his rge vest.

  “Fine. I’ll allow you little shits in. You’re hired. But for now, you keep working with the Remnant and tell me what they’re doing. Keep me one step ahead of every action they commit. I'll give you my contact just for that. Stay in the shadows and do your shit. And stay away from my family and men. If I find about any fuck shit started by you two, then you’re finished…” Chad replied as he pressed down on the button.

  He pulled a business card from his pocket, throwing on the ground as he walked out from the factory’s doors.

  When he walked out of the parking lot, he could hear painful screams and cries coming from the nearby McDickersons.

  They id on the floor, screaming and clenching at their balls. They id on the floor in pure pain and agony!

  Chad sighed and dropped off a few hundred dolrs on each of the closest guys on his path out. He didn’t like anyone with the name McDIckerson, but he still felt this was a bit cruel.

  “Oh well… I just made a deal with some shady fucks… An actual degenerate… If this is what’s necessary, then fuck it…”

  “But I ain’t done… I have more to do… More scum to deal with… I have to delve even deeper into this scum filled world if I’m going to keep them safe… Myusel… Rolondo…” Chad sighed as he walked off, motioning his hand upwards.

  Suddenly, the same helicopter as before came down, dropping the rope dder down onto him. He got onto it, hanging onto the dder as the helicopter flew up and away.

  At the same time, Mr. G and DC watched Chad leave from one of the few clean windows in the factory.

  DC chuckled as he turned to Mr. G, slowly rubbing his hands. He took off his ski mask, revealing his sharp teeth, bushy bck hair, and dark brown skin.

  “Shit worked out, right Mr. G? Now we’re gonna get some good fucking cash! HAHA! Chad’s gonna take us farther than ever with whatever the hell he’s coming up with! We’re set!!” DC chuckled as he grabbed his umbrel cane, using it to cover the sunlight coming through the window.

  As DC spoke, he noticed Mr. G ughing, walking off from DC while still chuckling. He left DC behind as he entered deeper into the abandoned headquarters.

  DC turned to look at him, confused at the ughter Mr. G gave off. For the past few months he knew Mr. G, he had never seen him genuinely ugh.

  It was always a fake chuckle, one that DC could easily recognize with his years of experience.

  “Huh… Seems even that guy’s got a soul in that crazy head of his…” DC thought as he closed his umbrel, walking back into the darkness of the factory.