Newton's mind was restless throughout the night, consumed by thoughts of Drax, his dear lost friend. He played out scenarios in his head, imagining how the exchange with the Lees would unfold.As the clock struck 3 am, Newton's eyes remained wide open, sleep evading him. The weight of the impending mission kept his mind racing.Despite the sleep deprivation, Newton rose early, driven by determination. He walked to the front of his opulent mansion, where he was met with a sight that took his breath away. Stacks of cash, more than he had ever seen in his life, filled his vision. The money was meticulously packed in boxes and loaded into an SUV. Additional large boxes still awaited their turn to be loaded.Observing the immense wealth before him, Newton gained a deeper understanding of his newfound financial status. The realization of his immense wealth mingled with the gravity of the situation he was about to face.For an hour, the men labored to stack the cash into the waiting SUVs. New
The vehicle Newton was being held in had moved a few feet away when he suddenly heard a deafening noise — *Boom* — as the SUVs behind them exploded. Startled, Newton's heart raced, and he exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Mr. Lee, who was seated beside him. "Damn... Those fools killed more good men," Mr. Lee cursed, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "I had eight good men in those two cars!" he yelled, his tone laced with fury. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Newton realized why the Grinch had emphasized the need to leave quickly after rescuing Drax. It became evident that bombs had been planted on the very SUVs they were riding in. "You have failed, Norton. You will do more than light a small fire to get to me," Mr. Lee sneered, his voice dripping with contempt."This was your father's plan? I give you your friend, then you try to kill me? You can't outwit a fox. I am one step ahead of that fool," he boasted, a smug grin spreading across his face."Your fathe
Newton found himself confined in a dim and oppressive room, enveloped by darkness. The absence of light accentuated the gnawing hunger that pierced his stomach, reminding him of his vulnerability.Regret filled his thoughts as he wished he had heeded his father's warnings. His unwavering loyalty to his best friend, Drax, had inadvertently ensnared him in the clutches of his enemies.Despite the betrayal, Newton couldn't bring himself to hate Drax completely. He believed there must be a valid reason behind his friend's apparent treachery. In the darkroom, he patiently waited for Mr. Lee and Drax to unveil their intentions and confront him, wondering what fate awaited him.As he sat in solitude, memories of joyous moments with Drax flickered through his mind like scenes from a movie. He reminisced about the camaraderie and cherished memories they had shared. However, the images swiftly transitioned into Drax's hurtful remarks and the sight of his angry face hurling insults at him, replay
Newton received no answer except the sound of a broom falling nearby, but he wasn't religious. Still, he prayed fervently that his father would not fall into the hands of Drax and Mr. Lee. He knew all too well that they did not wish him well, and so he sat in the chair, his movements limited to just a few inches. Cramps in his legs intensified, rendering them completely numb, and a persistent hunger gnawed at his stomach while his parched throat begged for relief. Weak and feeling his life slowly slipping away, he braced himself for what lay ahead.The following day, the sound of the garage door opening reached Newton's ears, and he was certain that Mr. Lee and Drax had returned to subject him to further punishment. Suddenly, the black hood covering his head was removed, causing Newton to blink as his eyes adjusted to the bright surroundings. He scanned the face of his visitor, realizing it was Lee in a red jacket.Lee held a red water bottle and a piece of bread as he spoke, "Here,
Alone in the room, Newton scanned his surroundings, desperately seeking anything that could aid his escape. His eyes fell upon a screwdriver placed on a table in the far corner. A surge of hope coursed through him as he noticed a pocket knife just a few feet away. He struggled with his hands, but the chains that bound him held firm, frustrating his attempts.Undeterred, Newton vigorously shifted his body, attempting to loosen the screws securing his chair. Despite his relentless efforts, the joint displayed no sign of weakness. Determined, he exerted all his remaining strength, pushing against the chains in a futile attempt to break free. To his dismay, the chains refused to budge.Exhaustion consumed Newton as weariness enveloped his weakened body, compounded by the torment he had endured throughout the day. Realizing the futility of his endeavors, he fell silent, accepting the harsh reality. His gaze wandered once more, observing the tantalizing tools of escape lying tantalizingl
Newton was escorted to the waiting black SUV's back seat, accompanied by Mr. Lee and Drax seated beside him. Glancing around, Newton counted five black SUVs, each filled with men dressed in black suits. The convoy of vehicles began to depart from the Lee compound, one by one, with Newton situated in the fourth SUV."How are you feeling?" Mr. Lee inquired, seeking a response from Newton.Silent and unresponsive, Newton met Mr. Lee's gaze but chose not to answer.Attempting to lighten the mood, Mr. Lee teased, "Cheer up. You'll meet your father soon. Aren't you happy?"Newton remained silent, locking eyes with Mr. Lee, secretly harboring thoughts of revenge. He had mentally marked Mr. Lee as one of the individuals he would eliminate given the opportunity.Dismissing Newton's mood, Drax interjected, "Man, let the fool sulk. He'll die soon."After a while, they arrived at Coast View. As Mr. Lee's car came to a stop, the accompanying cars parked adjacent to it. Newton noticed an SUV already
Newton's heart shattered at the deafening sound of Drax's gunshot. Dread consumed him, fearing the worst outcome. His eyes darted towards his father, witnessing the gradual descent of his body to the ground. Tears welled up in his father's eyes as he cast a perplexed gaze at Drax. Newton heard his father mutter a single word before succumbing to the ground."No!" Newton's anguished scream pierced the air, escaping his lips involuntarily.Shock and disbelief gripped him. "Why?" he seethed at Drax, his face contorted with deep hatred."Shut up, you fool!" Drax bellowed, his voice laced with fury."I'll kill you!" Newton's voice reverberated with unbridled rage.In a sudden twist, three snipers were hurled in front of Mr. Lee, their presence immediately arousing alarm as they turned their attention to the intruder approaching them.With swift and deadly precision, Kira, a familiar face to Newton, executed the assailants, causing two of Mr. Lee's men to clutch their bleeding throats, their
Drax and Kira engaged in a fierce and evenly matched fight. As time passed, Newton closely observed Kira's movements, noticing her occasional gestures of pain, clutching her left hand to her wounded abdomen. Blood stained her clothing, a clear sign of her injury.Newton's attention shifted as he saw a glint behind Drax's knuckles. It was a small, lethal blade, dripping with blood. In that moment, Newton realized he, too, was bleeding from the numerous cuts inflicted by Drax's blade. The pain, previously numbed by adrenaline, now surged as he laid eyes on the weapon.Despite Kira's valiant efforts, Drax effortlessly parried her attacks, growing stronger as both combatants weakened. Determined to aid Kira, Newton cautiously advanced, accidentally kicking a metallic object buried in the sand. Curiosity piqued, he uncovered the object with his foot, revealing Kira's sword.Without hesitation, Newton retrieved the sword and called out, "Kira!" Catching her attention, he hurled the weapon