From Nothing to Norton

Chapter 124 Stealth

Newton's car screeched to a halt on the desolate Armory Street, its tires leaving skid marks on the worn asphalt. The air was heavy with tension as Newton stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes scanning the surroundings. A crowd had gathered, their murmurs of concern punctuating the silence of the street.

With a determined stride, Newton made his way toward the gathering, his presence commanding attention. The man who had caught his eye, a weathered figure in his sixties, turned to face him, his worried expression reflecting the troubled times they lived in.

"What happened here?" Newton's voice cut through the hushed conversations, drawing the man's attention.

The man shifted slightly, his gaze meeting Newton's with a mixture of weariness and distress. He cleared his throat, a pause of contemplation hanging in the air. "Some bandits," he finally began, "blocked a large bus on this road and abducted the people inside. Evil times we live in."

A shiver ran down Newton's spine, his worst fea