"So, are you willing to help me get to him?" Jeremy asked, his eyes narrowed in determination.Capon sighed, his expression weary and resigned. "I wish I could, but I honestly don't know where he stays," he confessed. "He never calls me except when he needs me, and he always has his men pick me up with a blindfold. I don't know the route to his place. That's how cautious Don Jerome is. He doesn't trust anyone, not even me."The other men nodded in agreement."We'll have to find another way," Jeremy said, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Is there anyone else who might know his location? A trusted associate, a family member?"Capon shook his head, his expression downcast. "He keeps his inner circle small, and he's not close with his family. They're not involved in his business.""What about his businesses?" Jeremy pressed. "He must have a headquarters, a base of operations.""Maybe, but I've never been to any of them," Capon replied.Jeremy was silent for a moment, his mind
Capon brat stood at the usual spot, waiting for Jerome's men to pick him up. While, Jeremy and the special force men were hiding in a corner, keeping a close eye on his every move. Their shadows blended seamlessly with the darkness In the corner, their eyes trained on the target.After several minutes of waiting, a black tinted car rolled up to the spot where Capon stood, its dark windows reflecting the dim street lights. A group of imposing men, dressed in black and radiating an aura of intimidation, emerged from the vehicle. Their broad frames dwarfed Capon's comparatively slight figure, making him appear almost angelic in comparison with the rugged looking men. The sheer anger emanating from these men was obvious, even from a distance, and Capon visibly shriek back in their presence, seeming to realize the danger of his situation."Good day," Capon brat greeted them. his voice resonating with feigned confidence. However, his words were met with a stony silence, One of the men, his
The vehicle pulled into the thick forest and few distance to the hall outside the mansion, Jeremy's eye surveyed the area around them, taking in the thick foliage and the faint glint of the hall's roof in the distance. Gesturing to the driver, he commanded, "Park the vehicle behind those trees over there, where we can remain concealed from prying eyes." Without hesitation, the driver obeyed, expertly maneuvering the car into a hidden location amongst the dense greenery. The head of the Nathaniel special forces peered intently at his laptop, his brow furrowing in concern. "Sir," he said, his tone urgent and serious, "I think they have surveillance cameras outside the mansion. If we try to move close to the hall, we will be spotted." Jeremy took the laptop from the leader and examined the feed, his eyes scanning the images on the screen. Sure enough, he spotted not one, but two cameras strategically positioned to monitor the surrounding area. Jeremy's eyes narrowed, his mind racing.
Desperate to maintain their cover, Shocker searched his mind for a plan.With every passing second, Shocker's mind raced for a solution. He knew that disabling the drone would be a difficult task, especially without attracting attention.Suddenly, inspiration struck. He recalled a technique he had learned during his training - a technique that could potentially disarm the drone without a single shot fired.Slowly and deliberately, Shocker removed a small mirror from his pocket and held it up towards the drone's sensors. The reflection of the drone's own scanning beams bounced back, creating a blinding effect that overwhelmed its sensors.In an instant, the drone became confused, its programmed defenses failing to cope with the unexpected input. It veered off course, colliding with a nearby tree and falling to the ground with a muffled thud.Shocker, relieved that his plan had worked, quickly jammed the second camera and motioned for his men to take cover. Moments later, the sounds of
Capon Brat laughed out loud as he watched Jerome panic. "I have served you faithfully for my whole life!" he shouted. "You promised to free me when I was 18, but I'm 35 now and still begging for my freedom. Today, I came here hoping you would let me go, but you wanted to double-cross me like always!" he continued. "I'm so glad Javier showed me a deal that requires betraying you!" Capon Brat was very angry and happy at the same time.Jerome, fuming with anger, lashed out at Capon Brat with a slap to the face. "You can go to hell with Javier or whoever you betrayed me for!" he growled.Turning to the rest of the hall, Jerome roared in anger. "This is my territory, and it is well-protected! I don't know how you managed to get in here, but you won't be leaving alive," he warned, hoping that Capon Brat's accomplices would reveal themselves.Jerome motioned to his men, who quickly bound Capon Brat with thick ropes. "I'll count to ten, and if you don't show yourselves, this traitor dies!" Je
As the two men locked eyes, the tension in the air seemed to thicken. "You think you can defeat me, boy?" Jerome taunted, his lip curling into a malicious grin."I don't think it. I know it," Jeremy replied, his jaw set with determination. Jerome laughed, a deep, booming laugh that sent a shiver down Jeremy's spine."Oh, my boy, you've got a lot to learn," Jerome said, a glint of amusement in his eye. "You think you can defeat me with just a few men and some fancy weapons? You're in for a rude awakening."Jeremy, his grip on his weapon tightening, narrowed his eyes. "I'm not alone," he growled. "The entire Nathaniel Special Forces is behind me, and we won't stop until you're brought to justice."Jerome's laughter faded, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. "The Special Forces?"The Special Forces?" Jerome mocked, his laughter ringing through the room. "Those weaklings created by your father? And here I thought my dear brother had discarded you and your mother years ago!" he taunt
With each passing moment, the hall became more and more crowded, Jerome's men finding themselves increasingly outnumbered by the flood of Nathaniel Special Forces pouring in.Despite the overwhelming odds against him, Jerome refused to show any sign of weakness or fear. A mocking laugh erupted from his lips as he faced Jeremy, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Is this all you've got?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Even with this army of yours, you won't leave here alive, little Nephew."Jeremy's expression hardened as he stared down his uncle, a cold determination in his gaze. "You're wrong, Uncle," he replied, his voice like steel. "You might have outsmarted the special forces once, but this time, we're not going to let you slip away. This is your last stand."Around them, the Special Forces moved into position, surrounding Jerome and his men like a tightening noose. In the midst of the chaos, Jerome remained as hardened as ever, a chilling smile playing on his lips.
The special force men moved quickly and surrounded Jerome's mansion. They were searching every room for any sign of Jerome and his men. The men moved through each room with caution, ready to fight if needed. They were in large numbers and had special weapons and armor to protect them.As the special force men continued their search, the mansion became like a maze of rooms and corridors. They checked every corner, every cupboard, and every room. Some rooms were dark and dusty while others were brightly lit and empty.The men moved quietly and efficiently, their eyes scanning every detail. They knew that Jerome and his men could be hiding anywhere, waiting to attack.Suddenly, one of the men heard a noise coming from behind a closed door. He turned to his partner and nodded, signaling that it was time to enter the room.The two men crept up to the door, their guns raised and ready to fire. One of the men slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.Inside, the room was empty. Th