ALL CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN MODIFIED BY DELETING ALL REPEATED WORDS , DIALOGUES AND SOME DESREPENCIES
Chapter 11: Double Down (Part 2 of 3)
The diner off Route 66 was a grease-stained time capsule, its vinyl booths cracked and faded, the air heavy with burnt coffee and the sharp tang of industrial cleaner. Alex sat across from Walter White, the table's chipped Formica cool under his forearms, his 4x strength a quiet hum in his bones, like a tightly wound spring ready to uncoil. Walter nursed a coffee, his fingers tight around the mug, his face a mask of controlled fury, the lines around his eyes deepening with every tense breath. The mood was resolute, a taut wire ready to snap. This is the endgame. No more playing nice with Heisenberg's ego.
"You had your chance, Alex," Walter began, his voice a low hiss, poison seeping through every syllable. "Tell me your buyer. I'll cut you in deeper. Make you rich beyond your dreams. No more secrets."
Alex set his coffee down, the ceramic clinking softly, a deliberate pause to steady his resolve. He's not offering a deal. He's offering chains. "I won't betray my buyers, Walt. That's principle number one." He leaned forward, his voice steady, cutting through the diner's hum. "Principle number two: you don't want partners. You want lab assistants, yes-men. You don't care about my buyers—you want to control them. Control me."
Walter's eyes narrowed to slits, his pride hardening into something dangerous, his knuckles whitening around the mug. "And what does that make you? A noble thief? Stealing my profits, hiding behind some high-minded code?"
[SYSTEM: Moral Reminder: No betrayal? Noble, but risky move.]
Risky? Try necessary. The system's warning echoed Alex's own dread. Walking away meant Walter and Jesse would pivot to the Mexican cartels, fast-tracking the Breaking Bad timeline into Season 2's chaos. Staying meant surrendering his independence, maybe even the system's secret. I'm not his pawn. He delivered the final blow, his voice cutting like a blade. "Principle number three, Walt: your pride's gonna kill you and everyone around you. You're just a chemistry teacher with a chip on his shoulder who can't share the sandbox. I won't be your collateral damage."
Walter slammed his palm on the table, the cutlery rattling like gunfire in the quiet diner, a few heads turning from nearby booths. "Get out. Out of my business. Out of my sight. You're done, Alex. Done."
Alex stood, tossing crumpled bills onto the table, the paper rustling softly as it landed. "Consider it done, Walt. Next time someone tells you something you don't like, try listening. Might save your life." He walked out, the bell above the door jangling, leaving Walter stewing in his rage. The break's clean. Now the real work starts.
The air outside was sharp with exhaust, the neon sign buzzing faintly as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the lot. Alex felt the weight lift, a tense release replaced by resolute purpose. I'm free, but I just painted a target on my back. He pulled out a burner phone, its plastic cool in his hand, and dialed a new contact—Marco, a small-time dealer outside Walter's orbit. Time to prove I don't need Heisenberg.
The hardware store's parking lot was a sun-bleached wasteland, the asphalt shimmering under a brutal New Mexico sun, the air thick with dust and the faint tang of rusted metal. Alex approached, his 4x agility making his steps fluid, his eyes scanning the empty windows for threats. The mood was liberated, a sharp focus cutting through the adrenaline of independence. Marco, a wiry dealer with twitchy eyes and a sweat-stained shirt, clutched a duffel bag by a rusted fence, his posture screaming nerves. New game, new players. Let's make it quick.
"You the guy who cut loose from Heisenberg?" Marco asked, his voice rough, eyes darting to Alex's hands as if expecting a weapon. "Heard rumors. Forty pounds, $40,000. Cash up front, no games."
Alex pulled out a cash bundle, the bills crisp in the heat. Words are my edge, always. "I cut loose from a guy who thinks high school chemistry makes him a god, Marco. That's the deal. My game's simple: double profits, half the risk. $40,000 for the meth. Private buyer. Very private."
Marco's eyes flicked to the cash, then back to Alex, suspicion etched into his frown. "You pay well, but you're hot, man. I don't want Heisenberg's drama."
"Drama's over. I'm my own drama now," Alex quipped, his sarcasm a mask for his strategic focus. He handed over the cash, the exchange swift, the meth heavy in the duffel. The system flashed as the product vanished:
[SYSTEM: Sell to System: +$80k. Solo star rises.]
First solo win. Feels like breaking the sound barrier. Alex adjusted the empty duffel on his shoulder, the canvas a familiar weight, his confidence soaring. He turned to Marco, who was still counting bills. "One more thing, Marco. Stay small-time. It's safer."
Marco blinked, thrown. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Means I'm going solo like a bad action flick, and I need the extras off my set." Alex walked away, leaving Marco baffled, the dealer's confusion a small victory. His funds hit $180,000, a solid step toward his empire. He slid into his SUV, the engine's hum a steady pulse, and headed for Saul Goodman's office. Time to lock in the legal armor.
Saul's office was a shrine to bad taste, its faux-leather chairs creaking under Alex's weight, the air thick with cheap cologne and the faint buzz of a plastic fountain trickling in the corner. Saul leaned back, his checked suit loud enough to wake the dead, a rubber band twirling between his fingers like a fidget toy. The mood was strategic, a collaborative hum of mutual profit. This guy's a sleaze factory, but he's my sleaze factory.
"So, the divorce is final, huh? No more Mr. White," Saul chirped, his grin predatory, his eyes glinting with opportunity.
Alex cut to the chase, his voice blunt. "Walt thinks a partnership's a dictatorship. I'm out, running solo. I need your A-game, Saul. Stronger legal cover, more business buys. Cash flow's about to triple, and I can't have the DEA sniffing around a one-man show."
Saul's eyes gleamed, leaning forward, the rubber band snapping against his fingers. "Triple? You're a marvel, Alex. Moving weight, keeping it clean—it's poetry. I'm thinking laundromats, car washes, real estate. Boring to the IRS, sexy to us."
He's already scheming. Perfect. "Laundromats it is," Alex said, his tone dry as he sipped a lukewarm soda, the can's chill fading in his hand. "But don't get cute, Saul. No pizza shops. Clean the cash, I'll make it. My deal is, I'm paying you to handle the dirty work of paperwork so I can focus on the dirty work of profits."
Saul barked a laugh, his delight genuine. "You're an odd bird, kid, but a rich one. Three shell companies by morning, watertight and dull as dishwater. You'll be untouchable."
Saul snapped his fingers, his focus sharpening. "Walter won't let this slide. His pride's too big to snitch, but he'll undercut you. We need fronts that scream 'legit.' Think Albuquerque's dry-cleaning kingpin."
Alex nodded, their banter a dance of mutual respect. "Do it. And keep an ear out. If Walt and Jesse talk about crossing the border, I need to know. I'm preserving the timeline, not rewriting it."
The deal was sealed, their alliance a fortress of greed and wit. Alex stood, adjusting his jacket, the fabric catching on his thumb. Legal cover's step one. Step two's surviving the fallout. He left, the office's buzz fading into the city's hum, his path to national expansion taking shape. Walt's out, but he's not done. Time to watch my back.
To supporting Me in Pateron .
Love [ Breaking Bad : Noble System ]? Unlock More Chapters and Support the Story!
Dive deeper into the world of [ Breaking Bad : Noble System ] with exclusive access to 35+(up tp 60) chapters on my Patreon, plus new fanfic every week! Your support starting at just $5/month helps me keep crafting the stories you love across epic universes like [Grimm, Teen Wolf ,blacklist,Game Of Throne ,MCU and Arrowverse].
By joining, you're not just getting more chapters—you're helping me bring new worlds, twists, and adventures to life. Every pledge makes a huge difference!
👉 Join now at patreon.com/TheFinex5 and start reading today!