Chapter 487 The End of Tim

Seductive, lethal, blood-hungry… And capable of flipping the world on its head.

The instant Rain locked onto members of the Skin Organization…

Swish!

Rain lazily flicked the blade in his grasp.

The steel blade pierced straight through the enemy’s chest.

Hot blood gushed out, misting into the air.

Two strikes in succession.

Not a single miss.

Each blow struck true.

Everywhere he passed, nothing remained alive; only corpses in his wake.

Even the security cameras were destroyed.

At that moment, Rain’s earpiece crackled with Tilda’s voice.

“Rain, my worm program is about to be wiped out by Skin’s defense system. You’ll be on your own from now.

“I’m moving into the core base next, sticking to the plan. I’ll handle the explosives.”

“I trust you, Queen. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Alright.”

Meanwhile…

The leader of the Skin Organization was Tim Woods.

He was a fifty-three-year-old Caucasian man.

Draped in a robe, he was swirling a glass of crimson wine.

He was bald, with a vicious scar over his right brow.

And a hideous burn scarred the side of his neck, mangling the flesh.

His blue eyes gleamed with killing intent. Despite his age, his physique was strong and fit.

Eight-pack abs, bulging muscles, standing six-foot-three.

He prowled like a predator across his lair.

On an enormous ten-meter-wide bed, three exotic women struck alluring poses, giving Tim seductive looks.

Tim emptied his glass, flashed a lecherous grin, and was about to join the fun.

Years of dominance and wealth left Tim with too much raw energy to vent.

The only outlet was women…

But then….

Boom!

The door blasted open!

The three women nearest the mattress didn’t even have time to scream.

The explosion consumed them instantly.

In that heartbeat between life and death, Tim’s survival instincts took over.

With astonishing speed, he dove behind a reinforced steel table.

He shoved it hard.

Thanks to its heavy build, it absorbed most of the blast.

But the detonation was so fierce, Tim’s right arm was blown clean off.

Agony tore through him, nearly making him black out.

And it didn’t stop there.

The impact hurled the table into Tim, crashing through the glass wall, flinging him into the outdoor pool.

His face drained pale at a terrifying rate.

Clutching a bath towel, he swam to the edge and bound the wound tight.

He stopped the bleeding.

Grinding his teeth against the pain, Tim grabbed a concealed pistol and, eyes sharp as a hawk, tracked a shape moving in the smoke.

Bang!

He squeezed the trigger furiously into the haze.

Tim kept firing while bolting for the escape route.

He had no time to question how the compound had been infiltrated.

And nobody had sounded the alarm.

If he didn’t escape now, capture by the enemy would be the least of his problems.

What truly terrified him was being drugged and tortured for secrets; something worse than dying!

Whoosh!

A blade flew and cut off Tim’s path.

He recognized that unmistakable weapon.

Tim’s eyes widened.

He could already guess who had come for him.

Beep!

A tiny explosive on the blade started glowing red.

Another detonation….

Flames engulfed Tim.

He staggered out of the smoke, looking utterly ruined.

He was drenched in blood.

His face was barely recognizable.

Rain suddenly appeared in front of Tim.

He twirled his blade and thrust it straight at Tim’s neck.

Chapter 487 The End of Tim.

At the last instant, Tim whipped out a black-gold baton from nowhere.

He blocked Rain’s lethal strike.

Metal clashed, sparks bursting.

Both leapt back, creating distance.

Tim was panting hard, blood streaming from his wounds, barely clinging to life. It was like a battered lion trying to protect his pride.

“So it really is you Rain. I don’t even understand what I did to make you want me dead!”

Even after realizing Rain was behind the assault on Skin’s stronghold, Tim couldn’t wrap his head around it.

How had Rain pulled this off unnoticed? Not even the leader had seen it coming.

He knew tonight was his end.

Tim only wanted to die knowing the reason.

“Still can’t figure it out? Heh! It’s because you provoked someone you never should’ve touched.”