Upon hearing the old man's order, the old man's words kept echoing in his head, which made him hurt even more.immediately he wanted to get up on his feet like the old man had ordered. He needed to show he was strong, not some kind of weakling.However his body felt like it was made of heavy rocks as he tried to stand up on his feet.But he couldn't help falling on the floor.however he can't give up knowing the old man's eyes were still on him.Bradley put his hands on the cold floor. He pushed hard. His arms were shaking like a house that was about to collapse.“I can do this. I have to do this.”he said to himself coldly.But his body was too weak. He fell back down with a soft thump.The fall made Bradley's head spin. He felt sick knowing how weak he has become, truly the old man was right he has become so weak. But at the same time he knew he couldn't stay on the floor. The old man was watching and he might angrily come back to hit him again, he wouldn't be Surprised knowing w
Bradley at that moment didn't say anything but just watched the old man walk away. immediately His jaw tightened, and he felt a mix of fear and anger that he almost disappointed the old man, and he feared what he would do to him if he ever failed him. He knew what the old man wanted from him without being told. He knows the old man wants him to get rid of Edward and the other assignments without failing. And the thought of it made Bradley's stomach feel sick knowing the old man must be Doubting his strength.. “I don't want to do this, to prove to the old man that I'm still the same Bradley he had always knew” Bradley said to himself. “But since he want to test me again I don't have a choice, than to do an perfect job” Bradley then bent down, his legs and body beginning to fail him. He tried to catch his breath. His whole body still hurt from the beating he got earlier. Every breath he tried to take made his ribs ache. But at the same time he knows he can't let the
He intentionally picked that size uniform because of his bruises he needs to cover it and make sure no one takes notice of his bruises. He walked slowly to the VIP room where Edward was. When he got to the door leading to the VIP room, a guard stopped him by Putting his hands in the way. The guard said. “Hey you! Stop right there. You can't come in here, this is a restricted area and you're not allowed in here, now go back.” he pointed to the direction Bradley was coming from. Bradley however pretended he didn't know about the restrictions. He said with an innocent voice. “Oh, I didn't know about that, But I got a call, to come clean this room. That's why I'm here. Is there a problem?” The guard shook his head. “There is no problem, but you're not allowed in here. This area is off-limits. Go back now. No cleaners allowed” His hand was still pointing at the direction Bradley was coming from. Bradley again pretended as if it was just a misunderstanding but this ti
Bradley didn't say anything he knew the security think he was his Colleague. He walked very quietly towards the guard. His heart was beating so low as he didn't want to make any sound.“I have to be quick. I can't mess this up. If I get caught now, I will have to fight him, which I don't want, because of my Injuries.”Bradley said to himself.However the guard didn't hear an answer from his colleague. He decided to turn around to look for what kept him so Occupied that made him not respond to him.Immediately his eyes widened when he saw Bradley right in front of him..“How did he get so close?I didn't hear anything! And where's the other guard?”he said to himself.But before the guard could do anything, Bradley stuck him with the needle injection too. The guard's eyes widened even more. He looked scared and angry that he couldn't even do anything. He tried to push Bradley away, but Bradley kicked his leg hard.“Thud!!”The loud crack sounded like a breaking stick. The gu
Bradley's heart pounded as the footsteps approached, each step bringing them closer to the ward. He knew whoever was coming must have been drawn in by the commotion he and the fallen guard had caused earlier. Was this the end? Would he be caught and exposed, or would he find a way to escape this predicament? In a last-ditch effort to conceal his presence, Bradley summoned all his remaining strength and pushed the massive guard under the bed with a hasty shove. With his heart racing and sweat trickling down his forehead, he swiftly joined the guard's corpse, huddling in the shadows and praying that he wouldn't be discovered. As the footsteps neared, Bradley's breathing became shallow, his hands trembling as he tried to control his fear. He couldn't afford to make a sound, lest the intruder catch him and end his life as quickly as he had with the guards. As he crouched beneath the bed, Bradley's gaze fell upon the CCTV camera monitoring the room. A wave of panic washed over him as
Inching forward, Bradley quietly moved the guard's body out of his way, careful not to make a sound. Finally, his opportunity came. The nurse turned to grab a syringe from the tray, her back now facing Bradley. Seizing his chance, he crawled out from under the bed, trying to move quickly and quietly. Every muscle in his body tensed as he made his way toward the door, his heart thundering in his chest. If the nurse heard him, he knew his cover would be blown, and his mission would fail. With the door securely in his grasp, Bradley blocked the exit, effectively trapping the nurse inside. "Don't make a sound or I'll blow your head off," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. The nurse turned, her eyes widening in shock and fear as she came face-to-face with a man wielding a gun. The room seemed to freeze, the silence deafening, as she registered the gravity of her situation. Bradley held her in his sights, his finger poised on the trigger, ready to silence her if she made any
Jeremy marched toward Edward's ward, his pace quickening with each step. His mind was clouded with rage, the gravity of the situation fueling his adrenaline. As he entered the room, his eyes fell upon the lifeless limbs of the guard peeking out from under the bed. A burning rage consumed Jeremy as he shifted his attention to Edward, who was convulsing in the throes of the poison coursing through his veins. His heart hammered in his chest as he comprehended the extent of the attack that had just taken place. Jeremy's voice quavered with emotion as he rushed to Edward's bedside, his heart pleading with the dying man to hold on for just a little longer. "Edward... Edward," he cried, his hand grasping Edward's shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep him grounded in the present. "Please don't die... please hold on." His eyes scanned the room frantically, catching sight of the alarm button on the wall next to Edward's bed. His movements became a blur as he pressed toward the button, des
Jeremy emerged from the room, his fury evident in every step. He whipped out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he dialed a familiar number."Jefferson," he growled as soon as the other party answered. "I thought you told me you had placed your best men here to guard Edward. How could a single man have gotten past them and taken them all out?" His voice, fueled by rage, carried across the night air, the echo of his words hanging like a judgment.Jefferson's voice crackled through the phone, his tone contrite. "I'm sorry, boss," he replied, the weight of his failure evident in his words. He had already been informed of the events by one of his men on the convoy."I don't want excuses, Jefferson," Jeremy snapped. "I want answers. How could this have happened? The Nathaniels special forces are not known for incompetence, and this... this is a colossal failure.""You're right, boss," Jefferson acknowledged, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "And I take full responsi