James could see the figures of Gomer Frenté and his gang from the car as he drove towards them.They were about twenty men in number all armed with different dangerous weapons.He also saw a woman and a young girl with their eyes covered whom he quickly identified as Mary and Claire. They were guarded by two men.Behind, he saw another guy lying down motionless and thought that he must have been killed by the gang leader for messing up.This gave him chills because he needed to be careful now seeing that these people won't hesitate to pull the trigger on anyone.“Stop!” Gomer Frenté said and pointed his pistol towards James.James pulled the car to a stop a few yards away from the group, he adjusted the silicone mask to make sure it was securely in place.He quickly signaled Gregor who was already at the trunk, letting him know that he was stepping out of the car, then took a deep breath and stepped out of the car with the briefcase in hand.Gomer Frenté's eyes narrowed as James appro
“I'm James Wane!” James panicked with both hands raised.”“Haha, You're really funny but everyone knows that that's not true. So tell me who you really are, silicone mask man. ” Gomer asked. “Take off the mask. I want to see you alive before I kill you. Oh I might even spare you if you're good looking.”“You wanna know who I am? You may not like my face, and identity.” James said and pulled off the silicone mask to the surprise of everyone.”“Ja…mes… Wane? It can't…” Gomer Frenté blurted out.Before Gomer could comprehend what's happening, James made his move. With lightning speed, he knocked out the pistol from his hand and drew one of the other pistols from Gomer's belts and pointed it at his head."Nobody moves!" he shouted, his voice ringing out across the desert. "Drop your weapons, or I'll blow his brains out!"The members of Gomer's gang hesitated, caught off guard by James's sudden aggressive action. They pointed their guns toward James.But Gomer himself remained calm, his ey
James and Gomer faced each other in the vast, empty desert.The sun was high in the sky now and burning brightly above them.James's eyes were focused and his body tense and ready for the fight. He knew Gomer was way bigger than he was but that didn't deter him because he was faster than Gomer.Gomer stood opposite him, a smirk on his face. He was underestimating James.Without warning, Gomer lunged at James, aiming a punch at his face. James dodged to the side and the blow missed him by just inches.He countered with a swift kick aimed at Gomer's side. Gomer blocked the kick with his arm, and pulled James away making him stagger.Gomer didn't let up. He aimed another punch, this time connecting with James's shoulder. James grunted in pain but managed to stay on his feet.He clenched his fists and refused to show weakness.“Ha! I got you real good, huh?” Gomer said.Swiftly James swung at Gomer and his fist connected with Gomer's jaw, making Gomer stagger back a few steps, too.Gomer
Eric was noticing an unusual behavior from Agent Tom ever since he took charge of the operation.And when a phone rang on the table where everyone submitted their phones, he knew it was Agent Tom's phone.“Agent, Tom, whose phone is ringing?” Eric asked Tom.“It's mine and I have to pick it up.” Agent Tom said when he took the phone from the table and saw the caller ID.“No you don't. We're in the middle of something and you must not interrupt it.” Eric Commanded.“It's urgent! I have to.”“Then answer the call here.”“What do you mean? It's a family business and I can't have you guys listening on.” Agent Tom said.He tried to rush out of the room and answer the call but Eric stopped him. “ You can't go out of that door.”“Why?” Agent Tom asked and frowned.“It's an order. If you do, you're disrespecting me. I'm in charge here.” “You're not incharge!” Tom scoffed.“Do what he says, Tom or I will report you to the Authorities. He's in charge of the operation, and we're merely here to
James could see the fast approaching feet of Gomer Frenté's men. The car had somersaulted but somehow he managed to have a good spot and looked out the window upside down. Gregor was not in a position to move himself, plus the agonizing pain he is experiencing on his right leg. Claire was whimpering. “Hold still Claire.” Mary said. “Mary! Claire! Anybody hurt?” James asked from the front seat. “No…no, the seat belt held us.” Mary said. “Alright try unblocking yourself and get out of the car and run as fast as you can.” “Ok…” “Are you alright, Gregor?” James turned around and asked. “Yeah! Y..ah I'm fine.” He muttered, Just hold them off. I can.. can't move my hands.” “It's gonna be fine, okay?” Quickly, he began firing hard at the approaching men which gave Claire and Mary enough time to open the door from the opposite side and crawl out of the car. James kept firing but no matter how he fired, Gregor Frenté and his men dodged behind their cars. They didn't shoot back bec
Eric was still running back when he spotted his wife and daughter running towards him.Without a second thought, he rushed over to them and pulled them both into a tight hug."Mary, Claire, are you hurt? Did they… they assault you guys?” Eric asked.“No, we're fine. They didn't touch us.”“I'm so glad you're both safe," he said. "I was so worried about you."Mary and Claire both clung to him, "We're so glad you're here," Mary said."Daddy, daddy," Claire whispered and clung to her father's shirt. "I miss you so much daddy. I was so scared.""I miss you too. I'm here now, sweetheart," Eric said, "I'm never letting you out of my sight again. Never!"He held his family close, before he looked over and saw James and Gregor. Gregor was trying to get out of an upside down car while James supported him. Eric rushed towards them to lend a hand. "Thank you," he said. "Thank you for saving them. I can't even begin to express how grateful I am.""It's no problem. I owe you that much." James cou
Eric's phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Agent Jon. "Eric, we've managed to capture the rest of Gomer's men," he said."That's great news, Jon! Where are they now?" Eric asked eagerly as he left the ward where Gregor was."We've taken them to the ESU barracks for questioning," Jon replied confidently."Good job. I'll be there soon to oversee the interrogation," Eric said, and ended the call, a wave of relief washed over him.Finally, they had managed to put an end to Gomer Frenté's reign of terror. It was a victory for justice, and Eric couldn't wait to see the rest of Gomer's men brought to justice as well.By this time, Ryan Wane had arrived at the hospital when he got the news.He had gone in to see Gregor and was coming out of the ward when he spotted Eric on call.He approached Eric, and asked, "What happened?"Eric quickly briefed him on the situation and told him that Gomer's men had been captured by the ESU.Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad to hear that," Rya
"Why have you decided to fail me a second time, Morris?" Mr. Sterling's voice boomed as soon as Morris entered his office.His expression was stern and his eyes were piercing.Morris bowed his head. He was feeling the weight of Mr. Sterling's disappointment bearing down on him. "I... I'm sorry, sir," he stammered with a voice that was barely above a whisper. "It wasn't intentional. Things just didn't go as planned. Our inside man didn't get us any more info…"But Mr. Sterling would not have any of that as he paced back and forth behind his desk. "Unbelievable! You put your trust in Tom?" he muttered and shook his head in disbelief. "I trusted you to handle this, and once again, you've let me down."Morris swallowed hard, unable to meet Mr. Sterling's gaze. "I understand, sir," he murmured, his voice barely audible."You understand?" Mr. Sterling's voice rose in anger. "Do you have any idea the consequences of your incompetence? The reputation of this company,” and pointed a finger to
Chapter 397Morning broke with a dull glow, illuminating the quiet safe house nestled deep in the woods. Inside, tension hung thick in the air. Williams was standing near the window with a phone pressed to his ear, speaking in a calm but calculated tone.“We’ve got your son, Charles,” he said, his voice steady. “But we haven’t located Jaxon.”On the other end of the line, Mr. Sterling’s voice cracked with emotion. “Charles? Is he safe? Are you sure?” Relief flooded his tone, but it was quickly shadowed by anxiety. “What about Jaxon? Did you find him? Is there anything—anything—leading up to him?”Williams let out a quiet sigh, one that sounded more like practiced patience than genuine concern. “That’s all we could manage,” he replied. “The men who took Jaxon still have him, and from what we’ve gathered, they plan to kill him if there’s any interference.”Mr. Sterling was silent for a beat, processing the grim news. Then, his voice rose, tinged with panic. “What do I do now? How do I
Chapter 396James and Gregor stepped out of their concealed position in the underbrush as the taillights of the SUV disappeared into the darkness. The cool night air was eerily silent now, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves and the muffled sounds of wildlife in the distance. The ground beneath their boots crunched softly as they moved toward the aftermath of the chaos they had just witnessed.Gregor’s eyes scanned the scene, his face expressionless as he took in the lifeless bodies sprawled across the area. Three of them, including Ben they once held, lay motionless, their weapons discarded and their blood staining the dirt beneath them.Gregor crouched beside one of the bodies, briefly checking for a pulse, though he already knew there was none. Standing, he shook his head and muttered, “Well, that’s the life they’ve chosen for themselves.”James, standing a few steps behind him, remained silent for a moment, his sharp eyes darting around the scene. The faint glow of the moo
Chapter 395The shadows of the dilapidated bunker stretched long under the moonlight as Williams and his team lay in wait. They had taken up position hours earlier, tucked inside Jaxon’s sleek sports car, the dark, polished metal blending seamlessly into the night. The air inside the vehicle was stifling, thick with tension and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Every man was armed and ready, their nerves wound tight, waiting for the right moment to strike. Williams sat in the driver’s seat, his hands resting casually on the steering wheel, though his eyes never left the rearview mirror. Beside him, Kane sat rigid, one hand gripping Jaxon’s arm firmly while the other rested on the stock of a shotgun lying across his lap. In the cramped sports car, Tom and Dorian crouched uncomfortably in the trunk, their weapons at the ready, waiting for Williams’ signal.The silence inside the car was shattered when headlights cut through the darkness. A single car approached, its rumbling engine e
Chapter 394The dense canopy of the forest loomed overhead, casting long shadows over the makeshift campsite where James and Gregor had been holed up for days. The air was damp, thick with the earthy scent of moss and pine, and the distant call of nocturnal creatures echoed through the stillness.Gregor sat cross-legged on the damp ground, his eyes glued to the small tablet in his lap. A blinking red dot pulsed steadily on the screen—the nano tracker they’d planted on Ben’s phone.For three grueling days, they’d followed that dot from one hideout to another, staying just far enough away not to be detected. They’d spent their nights in the car or in the bush, catching only brief moments of sleep between shifts of surveillance.Tonight was no different, and Gregor’s tired eyes burned as he watched the screen, hoping for any sign of movement.James lay stretched out on the ground beside him, his jacket pulled over his face to block out the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. Hi
Chapter 393Jack paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his gun laid out on the table as he meticulously assembled and armored it. Each metallic click echoed in the stale air, punctuating the tense atmosphere.They had to switch hideouts when Ben rejoined them, in case he was being tailed. Jack carefully considered the situation and concluded that bringing him back into the operation as an additional resource would be a wise decision, just in case they encountered any unexpected challenges but he made sure they switch hideout from time to time. But their main exchange point was still the old bunker because it has a lot of escape routes and underground tunnels.Ken was nearby, double-checking their supply of ammunition, while Denver and Ben lounged on an old, battered couch, their excitement barely contained.“Finally, we’re getting out of this shithole with a bundle of millions,” Denver said to Ben, leaning back with a smug grin. He flicked a discarded cigarette butt into the cor
Chapter 392The evening sky was a dusky orange, streaked with long trails of purple as the sun dipped below the horizon. Williams parked the sleek, black car that Mr. Sterling had secured for him—a high-profile Lamborghini that was both remarkable and practical for what was about to go down.The tinted windows gleamed faintly in the fading light as he stepped out, dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans. He adjusted the baseball cap on his head and pulled it lower to obscure his face further.Kane was already waiting near the edge of the gravel lot, leaning casually against a rusted lamp post that barely flickered to life. His stance was relaxed, but his eyes darted around, sharp and alert. A few paces away, Tom and Dorian lingered by the entrance to the abandoned warehouse, their conversation low but punctuated with short laughs.Williams approached Kane with purposeful strides. Without a word, he gestured for Kane to follow him a short distance away from the others.“They ready?” William
Chapter 391Andrew’s pen hovered over the page. “Eric Wood? The CEO of EMC?”“Yes,” Sterling said, his voice steady now, laced with conviction. “He’s had a vendetta against my family for months. He’s jealous of our success, our influence. And now, with everything happening at EMC, I wouldn’t put it past him to stoop this low. My two sons were kidnapped in a sparse of a few weeks. Is it not strange?”Andrew tilted his head, his expression skeptical. “That’s a serious accusation, Mr. Sterling. Do you have any evidence to support this?”Mr. Sterling sighed heavily, as though burdened by the weight of his own claim. “Not concrete evidence, no. But think about it. He has the resources, the motive. And I heard through some… private channels that he’s been meeting with unsavory characters lately. People who could easily pull off something like this.”Andrew jotted a few notes, his pen moving quickly. “I see. I’ll look into it. But you understand we can’t act on hearsay alone.”“Of course, of
Chapter 390As soon as Mr. Sterling ended the call with Williams, he hurried to his closet, throwing on a sleek navy suit and matching tie. His hands trembled slightly as he adjusted the knot, but he steeled himself, taking a deep breath.This wasn’t just a favor for Williams; it was a calculated move to get his two sons back. Grabbing his keys, he rushed out of his mansion, the elevator ride to the ground floor feeling agonizingly slow.When he finally stepped outside, the cool morning air bit at his face, but he paid it no mind. His black sedan waited at the curb, and he climbed in, starting the engine with a growl. As he sped toward Sky Suite, he rehearsed the lies he might need to tell to retrieve Jaxon’s car.The towering Sky Suite hotel loomed ahead, its modern glass facade gleaming brightly under the early morning sun. As Mr. Sterling approached the entrance, his stomach tightened. The sight of two patrol cars parked near the lobby entrance made his pulse quicken. Uniformed off
Chapter 389As soon as Kane received the message from Tom that Jaxon had finally broken under the pressure and confessed, he immediately pulled out his phone and dialed Williams. His tone was sharp, clipped, and direct as he relayed the crucial information.“He finally talked,” Kane said without any preamble. “He’s given up Jack’s location—some bunker near the old docks.”Williams, on the other end of the line, didn’t respond right away. The faint sound of tapping, likely his pen against his desk, filled the silence. “Good,” Williams finally said, his voice steady but tinged with calculation. “Did he say anything about how many men Jack has with him?”“Yeah,” Kane replied. “Three, including Jack himself. He said one of them ran away. It’s a small crew.”Williams let out a low hum of approval. “That’s manageable. We’ve got the numbers, four to three. Here’s the plan,” he said, leaning forward in his chair. “You’re going to prep Jaxon to lead you straight to the bunker. He’s our key. Ma