18 missed calls
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Back in the city's hospital..

Inside a certain ward, three individuals could be seen standing beside a bed where a man could be seen lying on it with his whole body covered with white sheet.

The eyes of the officers were all bloodshot, it was obvious every single one of the has been crying for a while now.

"Why did you leave, you moron?" Chief Jim spoke in a sad tone, wiping tears off his eyes. "If only you had remain in this hospital, you would still be here right now." He added, his voice filled with bitterness.

"It's okay, Chief." Suarez tried comforting him by placing his hand on Chief's shoulder. "The best thing we can do now is catch this son of a bitch."

"And what about his son? What about Pablo? He already lost his mother at a tender age, and now his father?" Chief Jim cried out as more tears streamed down.

Jordan clenched his fists tightly where he stood as he regreted not being able to stop Perez from leaving last night.

"Perez went out to get revenge for his son." Jordan sp
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  • Is it over?

    "I'm sure of it, boss. There's no way he survived the fall. I saw it with my own eyes. He's dead," Kael assured, after receiving nothing but silence from Scott.Scott still remained mute, his gaze fixed on the concrete floor, his head filled with thoughts.Mohammed dying today was the last thing he expected to happen. He never thought Kael and his men would be able to take him down… but somehow, they did.He wanted to believe they were lying, that they hadn’t actually killed him… but the rest of his men also assured him. They told him they witnessed it. They saw him go off the cliff and die.With the group of witnesses backing the story, he saw no reason not to believe the words they were saying.If he truly was dead, then the vendetta was over. He had won.This wasn’t the type of ending Scott had expected. In fact, he wasn’t expecting it to end any time soon… but it was truly over.He finally raised his head to meet Kael’s gaze.Scott placed his right hand on his shoulder and squeeze

  • Victory?

    "A list? What's on the list?" Angela asked, curiosity evident in her eyes."Just one thing," Scott responded."And what's that?" she inquired."Kill a man," Scott replied instantly.Hearing those words from Scott, Angela’s eyes widened in shock.She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, the entrance door of the office creaked open—and in stepped a man.He was clad in a white T-shirt, though it was so dirty it now looked brown. His trousers were torn, and his hair was unkempt, tangled into messy strands that hadn’t seen a comb in days.Scott stared at the man for a few long seconds, his brow furrowing as he tried to place the face. It took him a little while to recognize him.“Sullivan?” Scott blurted out in disbelief, rising to his feet.“Sullivan?” Angela repeated quietly to herself, her mind racing as she tried to recall where she had heard that name before—and when she had known him. A few moments later, the memory clicked into place. “Wait… the same guy who

  • Worry

    Scott walked down the dimly lit hallway, and a few moments later, he arrived in front of his personal office. He pushed the door open and walked inside, then made his way toward his chair.He sat down in silence and folded his arms, his head filled with restless thoughts.Now that Matteo Montanari had agreed to help him—and had also given him his men, along with a promise to secure more soldiers and weapons from the houses under his command—Scott now held the upper hand against Mohammed Al-Shammari. He could easily launch an attack and end everything at once... but there was a problem.He had no idea where Mohammed’s base was located. All he knew was that they were somewhere in Italy, but he didn’t know the exact location.“Those bastards,” Scott cursed under his breath. “They know exactly where I am, where I’m going, and who I’m meeting... yet I have no idea where they are or what they’re planning. I might have more men and better weapons than they do, but all of it is useless when I

  • Survival at any cost

    Screech!!!A loud screeching sound echoed as Scott's men hit the brakes and came to a halt a few paces away from the edge of the cliff. Kael leaped off the car and landed on the ground, his gun clenched tightly in his right hand as he advanced forward, making his way toward the edge.The rest of the men on top of their cars also leaped off and walked behind him. They all came to a halt at the cliff’s edge and glanced all the way down.“Is he insane or what?” one of the men in a black suit asked, his gaze fixed on the waters below. Mohammed’s car was barely visible. Only the top could be seen, and a few seconds later, the car was no longer visible as it sank into the water.“I knew he was a nut job, but I wasn’t actually expecting him to drive off a cliff,” another man muttered.“Do you think he’s dead?” he asked, turning toward Kael.“I don’t think he survived that,” Kael bellowed, his gaze never leaving the waters below. “He’s injured. There’s no way he’d be able to swim. We’d have s

  • Daring Getaway

    Mohammed slammed his foot on the pedal and reversed at blinding speed, speeding away from the bridge."Quick! Don’t let him get away!" Kael shouted with authority, and Scott’s men jumped into their vehicles, engines roaring to life as they gave chase.Kael and his men surged forward at blinding speed, and up ahead, Mohammed was still reversing his car, trying desperately to escape the bridge.He reversed for several minutes, and when he was finally away from the barrier, he rotated the wheel sharply, making the car turn toward the road ahead. Without delay, he slammed the accelerator and surged forward.Kael and his men didn’t relent. They chased him at incredible speed, determined not to lose sight of him.Mohammed clenched the wheel tightly as he sped forward, his heart racing in his chest while sweat trickled down his face. He glanced at the side mirror occasionally to check if they were still behind him… but every time he looked, he spotted them gaining."Shit. How do I shake off

  • Checkpoint Killzone

    "Police," the driver muttered, his gaze fixated on the cop cars parked on the bridge a few meters away from where they were."Police?" A puzzled expression appeared on Mohammed’s face as he leaned forward to get a better view of the police cars. "There aren’t supposed to be any officers in this area. Hell, there isn’t supposed to be anyone at all out here," he muttered, his expression twisted in confusion.Mohammed had already done extensive research before coming here.This particular bridge had been abandoned by the Iralians after the government issued a warning about its instability. The bridge was rumored to be on the verge of collapsing, and if too many vehicles drove through it—or if too many people walked on it—it would give way. Ever since then, the bridge had been deserted. Everyone in the city avoided it to prevent becoming a casualty. It hadn’t been used in years. Mohammed knew this, which was exactly why he chose this area and this bridge as his escape route.But now, for

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