The Doctor stood and put his hands on his head. "I just want to leave this place!" He shouted, tears falling from his eyes. "If I stay here one more day, I swear I will go mad!"Newton sighed. It seemed he was more interested in the Doc's safety than the Doc was.Newton stood up and put a hand on the doctor's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sergey." He spoke calmly. "Your family has no say in this matter, they don't realize the danger you would put them in by visiting them. But on behalf of these innocent little girls, I beg you to stay just one more week, and I promise to take you and your family somewhere safe.""No! Dr. Sergey shouted, his mind going crazy with emotion. "I won't stay here another day. Just keep me in jail, turn me over to the police. At least I'll have more freedom than this little room you're keeping me in!"Newton sighed. "I may have to keep you here without your consent. I owe it to those innocent children you put in danger by listening to those devils."The doctor gra
"What do I do with Mr. Patrick, Boss?" Newton's voice rang out with a tinge of concern as he held his phone to his ear. On the other end of the line, Mr. Gregory's voice came through with a mixture of urgency and confusion.Newton stood in his private study, surrounded by shelves filled with books on various subjects. His gaze drifted to the window, the view of the sprawling cityscape serving as a backdrop to his conversation.Mr. Gregory, one of his mob leaders, was the person Newton put in charge of keeping Mr. Patrick, an arms dealer, safe. Newton relied on his sound but no-nonsense judgment to handle the man, but it seemed an unexpected situation had arisen.Newton cleared his throat before responding, his voice calm and composed. "Tell me, Mr. Gregory, what's the issue with Mr. Patrick?"There was a brief pause before Mr. Gregory continued, his voice laced with frustration. "Well, Boss, it appears that what he said about his people coming to rescue him was true. I received a threa
After a brief pause, Newton replied, "Call them, tell them we'll bring Mr. Patrick to the Lakeview office within the hour. Tell them we're going to turn him over to them, but they're going to do a little job for us. Mr. Gregory immediately got on the phone and told the Beanies their conditions for releasing Mr. Patrick. "They want to know what the job is, boss," Mr. Gregory whispered to Newton with the phone to his ear. "It's something they can handle. They'll know when we get there," Newton replied.Mr. Gregory relayed Newton's message to the Beanies over the phone. With all terms agreed upon, Mr. Gregory left to bring the change of clothes for Mr. Patrick. Mr. Gregory handed Mr. Patrick a set of fresh clothes. "Here, quickly change into those clothes, we haven't got all day."As Mr. Patrick quickly changed into the new clothes, Newton instructed Grinch. "Grinch, help Mr. Patrick to the car. Let's make sure he's comfortable."Grinch nodded and gently assisted Mr. Patrick, supporti
As they continued their journey, Newton leaned forward in his seat, fixing his gaze on Grinch. "Grinch, I want you to arrange a meeting with our mob leaders. We need to gather them together in four days."Grinch nodded, acknowledging the importance of the task. "Understood, boss. I'll make the necessary arrangements. Any specific location you have in mind?"Newton pondered for a moment, his eyes scanning the passing scenery. "Same location as the previous ones"Grinch nodded again, jotting down the details on a small notepad. "Consider it done, boss. I'll inform them about the meeting and ensure everything is set."Newton glanced at Grinch with a serious expression. "It's been too long, I need to know what everyone has been up to, during the past two weeks. Make sure to tell them to report something noteworthy. This is the first meeting under the new identity."Grinch's gaze met Newton's. "I understand, boss. I'm sure they have been up to something, and will have good reports to give."
Newton had settled into his study room on Sunday afternoon when a thought suddenly crossed his mind.He remembered he had made a promise to Kira that they would spend time together on the top floor. Newton closed his books and made his way up the grand staircase, anticipating the unique training session that awaited him.As he reached the top floor, he found Kira waiting patiently at the far end of the room. Dressed in her usual tank top and black leggings, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and a mischievous smile played on her lips. She drew two swords from the scabbards hung on the wall and moved toward Newton.As Kira approached, Newton noticed that Kira was smiling broadly and not wearing her usually serious face. He wondered what had caused the change in her demeanor. With an expansive smile, Newton extended his hand to retrieve a sword offered by Kira. However, Kira, misunderstanding his gesture, opened her arms and enveloped Newton in a tender embrace.Newton found himself in
Kira effortlessly evaded and parried several of Newton's attacks. Some of them she didn't even bother to dodge because his wild swings caused them to miss their mark. Suddenly, displaying remarkable agility, she swiftly swept Newton off his feet, causing him to fall onto his back, landing on the ground.As Newton glanced upward, he found Kira standing over him, wearing a wide grin on her face. Overwhelmed by anger triggered by her mischievous expression, he clenched his teeth tightly and promptly rose to his feet, determined to retaliate. However, before he could regain his composure, Kira swiftly swept him back down to the ground.Kira positioned herself and observed as Newton rose to his feet, catching him off guard when she unexpectedly dropped her sword. Signaling him with a gesture, she challenged, "Come at me."Newton found himself in a dilemma, unsure of the best course of action. Should he follow suit and discard his own weapon, engaging in a bare-fisted fight, or accept the c
As the class drew to a close, it transitioned into a session dedicated to revising the topics covered since the beginning of the semester. Newton occupied his regular seat in the middle row, situated at the last column to the left. Alongside him were his classmates Robert and Allison.Although the formal instruction had ended, many students remained in the classroom, engaging in collaborative learning and organizing study groups. Some were engrossed in reading materials, others sought out additional study resources, and a few engaged in friendly conversations. Among the lively discussions, Tonya and Emily could be seen chatting loudlyAfter a lengthy period of aimless and unproductive conversations, Tonya and Emily decided to disrupt Allison's study session with Newton. With malicious intent, they approached the desk where Newton, Allison, and Robert were engaged in learning.Tonya let out a snort, her disdain evident. "What could this 'broke boy' possibly teach you, Allison, that you
"Grinch, please join me in the living room," Newton instructed Grinch over the phone.In less than a minute, Grinch appeared, responding swiftly to Newton's call. Newton placed a black bag on the table, containing the items provided by Willis. "These are the tools we'll use to access the secured door," he explained, presenting the contents to Grinch. He then handed the modified phone to Willis, saying, "Once Zach touches the screen of this phone, his fingerprint pattern will be transmitted to this device here," pointing to a small device on the table.Grinch was taken aback by the advanced technology before him. He had only ever imagined using such sophisticated gadgets, but now he was faced with their reality and the task of utilizing them at the restaurant. "Just how skilled is this Willis, anyway?" he asked, still marveling at Willis's impressive abilities.Newton brought Grinch's attention back to the task at hand. "In addition to capturing the fingerprint, this phone will also an
The cheerful laughter of students filtering through the air and the soft, melodic chirping of birds in the nearby trees created a serene and calm atmosphere at Bayfield College.For some, these sounds were a mockery of the distinct surge of emotion they felt as they glanced over their grade sheets, which were posted on the large wall in the center of the school."Thank you so much for everything you've done for me," a voice whispered next to Newton as he traced his finger along the rows.Glancing down, he returned a warm smile to the small figure with large brown eyes who stood beside him with a cheerful demeanor.He shifted his attention to the results sheets, "How were your results?" He asked.Allison Cornor hastily reached into her purse, unable to contain the broad grin that spread across her face. "Here, take a look, Newt." She handed Newton her phone, her eyes locked with his, a broad smile on her lips.Taking the phone from Allison, Newton glanced at the screen, his smile widen
To Newton's astonishment, the men in black masks fell lifeless before him, their once threatening presence reduced to mere corpses. Only Robert, Grinch, and Mrs. Elizabeth remained, fear etched on their faces.Startled, Grinch and Robert turned to see a figure with dreadlocks approaching, guns aimed directly at them. It was Drax, the man who had caused Newton so much pain and loss."Grinch, you fool. I knew you were up to no good the moment I laid my eyes on you," Drax's gruff voice boomed through the room, his gaze fixed on the trio of traitors.Confusion filled the air as Grinch questioned Drax, "What's going on, Drax? I thought you hated Mr. Norton too."Drax let out a booming laugh, finding Grinch's statement absurd. "Hate? How could I hate my Father? That man gave me a life I never had. Even you, he provided for you, but look at what you've become. You've fallen so far."Newton's mind reeled, the revelation turning his world upside down. "You killed my father, you devil! What are
The leader of the group, a diminutive figure, stepped forward, his voice laced with authority. "Newton, raise your hands where I can see them," he commanded. It was the same individual who had fled the gunfight earlier, with the Beanies in pursuit.Surprise mingled with confusion on Newton's face as he processed the situation. "How do you know my name?" he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment.Newton's gaze darted around, taking in the sight of his men, weariness etched on their faces as they stood with their hands raised in surrender. Their eyes pleaded with him, seeking guidance and a way out of this perilous predicament.The shockwaves of betrayal reverberated through Newton's being as Grinch, his trusted security leader and friend, stepped away from his side and aligned himself with the enemy. Confusion and disbelief etched deep lines on Newton's face as he stared at Grinch, his voice trembling with a mix of surprise and hurt. "What's going on, Grinch? What do you think you'r
As they approached the remnants of the factory, a scene of desolation greeted them. The charred remains of the once-thriving establishment stood as a testament to the destructive power that had befallen it. dust wisped from the ruins, carrying memories of a fiery past.In the dimly lit expanse of the factory, Willis stood at the far end, his frantic waves beckoning Newton and the team to join him. Newton quickened his pace, followed closely by Grinch and the rest of the team. As they reached Willis, they found him standing over the remnants of a destroyed gas cylinder, the charred metal a stark reminder of the fire that had consumed the area."This looks like the cause of the fire here, boss," Willis exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency.Newton's eyes scanned the scene, memories resurfacing of their previous visit when they had investigated the Bagwells' altercation in this very place. "Yes, Willis. We have been here before. The fire was caused by a bullet hitting a gas cylinder,
With cautious steps, Newton and his men navigated the desolate ruins of what was once a thriving warehouse. The echoes of their movements mingled with the scent of smoke and dust, creating an eerie atmosphere.The small secured office stood before them, its walls scorched and crumbling from the devastating explosion. Newton's kick sent the door crashing to the ground, his eyes darting around the charred remains of the office.Grinch chuckled softly at the sight. "There goes their precious secured door," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.As they entered the room, Newton's gaze shifted upward, only to find a void where the roof and air vent had once been. The blast had obliterated any trace of the trigger mechanism that would grant them access to the secret door below."How do we get down there?" Newton voiced his frustration, unsure of the next step without the means to unlock the door.One of Newton's men, his M4 rifle gripped firmly, inquired about the door's w
"Grinch, instruct the men to turn around. We're heading back home. This is not our fight," Newton firmly instructed.Grinch shifted his gaze to Newton, his expression conflicted. "I could have advised that we stay a bit longer and see who wins. Then we could annihilate the winning side since they would have been weakened."Newton shook his head, his voice resolute. "No. Instruct the men to turn around, Grinch. We're heading back!"Just as Newton spoke those words, Arturo emerged from the chaos, boldly walking toward Newton's side, showing no concern for the gunfire erupting around him from the Bagwells' side."Look at that devil!" Grinch yelled, unable to contain his anger and frustration. Before Newton could react, Grinch extended his gun from the window and fired at Arturo. The shot hit Arturo's chest, but it seemed to have little effect on him. With a wicked grin, Arturo retaliated, releasing a hail of bullets toward Newton's entourage, drawing other Beanies into the firefight.Duc
Newton lay on his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the exquisite chandelier that hung high in the ceiling, casting a warm glow across his room. The intricate patterns of light danced before his gaze, but his mind was preoccupied with the events that had unfolded since he became the leader of the Angels mob.Thoughts raced through Newton's mind, flashing like fragments of a vivid dream. Memories of his encounters with danger, the loss of Mr. Alfred, the battles with rival factions such as the Lees, Beanies, and Bagwells, all played out in his thoughts. Each experience had tested his mettle and forged him into a stronger and more resilient leader.As his mind meandered through the labyrinth of his memories, one question nagged at him, refusing to be silenced. "Why did Harris die? Who was responsible for his untimely demise?" Newton pondered aloud, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration. The loss of his classmate still weighed heavily on his heart.A name surfac
Excitement filled the room as Newton and Grinch marveled at the key in Newton's hand. Newton swung the necklace back and forth, the key dangling from it, catching the light. Grinch couldn't contain his enthusiasm and quickly stood up from the sofa to join Newton."Guess what I've found, Grinch?" Newton asked, a wide grin spreading across his face.Grinch gasped in anticipation, his eyes widening. "Is that what I think it is?" He leaned closer to examine the key. "It's a key to the box?" he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement.Newton nodded, his smile growing even broader. "Wills never lies. He was right to trust Mr. Anon. The key was indeed with the Cornor family," he confirmed.Taking the key from Newton's hand, Grinch carefully inspected it, marveling at its intricate details. "How much did you have to pay for this piece?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.Newton maintained his warm smile, his gaze fixed on the key. "I didn't have to pay much for it. Just a small token of ap
Allison raised her gaze to meet Newton's, her expression perplexed. "Everyone knows, Newton. How did you not know? And why is it such a big deal?"Newton's attention was drawn to a tightly strung piece around Allison's neck. His curiosity piqued, his eyes widened in surprise. "May I see your necklace?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and intrigue.Allison, unsure of what to make of Newton's sudden shift in behavior, hesitated but eventually acquiesced. She carefully unclasped the necklace and placed it in Newton's hands.Newton's eyes widened in shock as he held the necklace—it was a key, the exact same type he had retrieved from the Lees. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through him, mingled with a sense of apprehension."How long have you had this?" Newton asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency, as he held the key in his hand.Allison, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events, replied, "It belonged to my grandfather. It was