The head of police officers stood with a straight back and his hands behind his back. “On their way to The Brown Estate with the approved arrest warrant. Nothing will stop their arrest today.” He sneered. “Your attempt to kill me has failed.” He then raised his hand to show a flash drive. “And the evidence you were sent here to burn down this entire building for is also safe and intact as well.”The assassin leader sighed. “How did you guys know we were coming?”“You’re not privy to this information.” The head of police officers spoke with a cold tone before turning to the McArthur bodyguards. “You guys can please take them away now.”The bodyguards came forward with the handcuffs they had obtained from this very police station before taking away those assassins still alive to the vacant prison cells.On the way to the cell, the assassin leader had a very ugly expression on his face as he saw the corpses of his subordinates. Worse, he found that not a single one of those supposed

The head of police officers smiled weakly before nodding his head. “You’re right.” He got up, choosing to let go of his curiosity about the McArthur bodyguards in his mind.Minutes later, the police officers who were safeguarding the transported criminals in the mobile jail returned and these prisoners were returned to their cells. There, the prisoners were surprised to find those assassins in the cell.One of the prisoners had a cynical expression in his eyes as he glared at these assassins, who had now been stripped of every single weapon that they had on them. “Hey! Check it out! We now have a bunch of fresh meats to pound every time we need to let out our frustration!” He yelled these words out to his fellow prisoners, eliciting a bout of laughter from the other inmates.The assassin's leader sneered at these prisoners. “I dare you to come for me. I will dig out your fucking eyes and wrangle out your fucking balls!” The assassins felt extremely unfortunate right now. They ha

At the Brown estate,None of the family of three was at peace at all. Ayra was seated by the dining table, pacing back and forth. By her disheveled hair and a droopy face, it was clear that she had yet to shower, and worse, she couldn’t sleep a wink. Meanwhile, Mr. Brown’s legs kept thinning on the ground as he was seated on the one-sitter couch with his phone clasped tightly in his intertwined hands. As for Mrs. Brown, she really couldn’t stop herself from pacing back and forth. The large living room had a heavy atmosphere and the mansion was eerily silent as of now. There was also a whiff of corpses entering the living area.Ayra was deeply lost in thoughts as she began biting her nails, again. She had been doing that for hours now, ignoring the stinging pain as she had chewed off past the acceptable line. She recalled the way those housekeepers had been killed off right in front of her eyes. It haunted her then and it was still doing so now.“Ayra, stop biting your nails for goo

Mr. Brown could only grit his teeth as he watched the head of bodyguard backing away from him. “So you’re deserting me and my family at a time like this.” He sneered. “Fine, but know this. It’s not over between us.”Once the head of bodyguard got to the door, he chuckled. “I doubt that, my soon-to-be former boss. You’ll have to be able to safely your family’s asses out of the continent first, which I bet will take you several weeks to several months of careful movements around the states. Good luck with that.” He chuckled as he left.Mr. Brown was furious. “I’ll deal with you, no matter how many years it takes, I will find you and make you pay for this desertion.”“Dad, what do we do now?!” Ayra quickly called her father’s attention as she joined them in the living area. She quickly held her exhausted mother as the woman barely looked stable on her own feet.“We’ll be fine. There’s a secret exit we can take out of this mansion. The chances of us being caught are extremely low.” M

The bodyguards kept bombarding the Lamborghini with bullets until they eventually ran out. The surroundings became a bit silent as the bodyguards stared at each other before they attempted to reload their firearms. Unfortunately for them though, it was at this moment that the doors of the white Lamborghini opened up and four McArthur bodyguards came out. Before these runaway bodyguards’ eyes, the McArthur bodyguards dashed out and engaged them in a fistfight. None of these runaway bodyguards could match against them.The police officers hiding themselves behind their cars saw it all. The Lamborghini doors opened and two men and two women, all young-looking, walked out of the vehicle before dashing at their opponents with a speed that created after-images. They had all heard of these people’s abnormalities, but this was the first time they were witnessing it. They watched as these McArthur bodyguards used their bare fists to crack the bones of the runaway bodyguards, eliciting chante