Chapter 1913
Even someone like Emily, a daughter from a prestigious family, was not spared from this nightmare.
Hank remained completely unfazed and sneered. “You want me to let her go just because you said so? Andrew, take a good look at yourself. Who the hell do you think you are?”
His face darkened with rage as he growled, “If you don’t want to die, then get the hell out of here while you still can! I’ll tell you straight: I wanted to kill you the first time we met back in Blumedale. You’re just a damn nobody who thinks a bit of talent gives you the right to go up against me, an elite agent trained by Special Ops? Andrew, you must be out of your damn mind.”
Chantelle snapped, her voice sharp, “Oh, so you remember you’re Special Ops now, Hank? Then act like it. Let her go right now, or I won’t hold back. What you’re doing already counts as attempted rape and aggravated assault. You’re looking at serious prison time. And by the way, Cole Nielsen’s in our custody. He’s spilled plenty, and your name came up. Hank, I didn’t expect you to be this bold. Misconduct on top of abuse of power? Governor McCormick’s going to want answers, and fast.”
Hank’s expression twisted in an instant. “What? That bastard Cole actually got caught?”
His eyes darted side to side, panic creeping in fast. Then, he locked his glare on Andrew, his face growing more twisted by the second.
“I knew it. It’s you again, you damn rat. It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the reason Cole got caught!”
Andrew’s expression did not change. “This is your last warning. Let her go.”
Hank roared, “Fuck off! I’m not just killing this bitch today; none of you are leaving here alive!”
Cole being caught meant everything was about to blow wide open. It meant even the shield of Special Ops could not protect Hank anymore. Cole’s crimes were heinous, and poisoning people was a capital offense. Meanwhile, Hank had been covering for him while playing both sides with criminal gangs. Without a doubt, he would face trial. He might even end up sharing a cell with that disgraced celebrity, doing hard labor and running into each other every day. Hank had spent years living without consequences, collecting favors, and staying untouchable. Now, if he wanted to escape this mess, there was only one way: kill everyone and erase the evidence.
Chantelle gasped. “He’s going rogue! Andrew, watch out!”
Before she even finished her warning, Andrew was already moving. He shot forward like lightning, his fingers curled into claws, slicing through the air toward Hank’s arm that was still gripping Emily.
Hank flinched. Everything blurred for a second, and suddenly, Andrew was right in front of him.
Panicked, Hank shoved Emily forward as a human shield.
Then, he lashed out with a strike aimed straight at Andrew’s eyes.
However, Andrew caught Emily midair, barely glancing at her. He instantly spun into a powerful back kick, smashing straight into Hank’s attack.
The blow landed hard. Hank let out a muffled grunt as pain exploded up his arm like it had been shattered. He was stunned. How the hell was Andrew this strong?
Of course, Andrew could not care less about what Hank was thinking. He shoved Emily toward Chantelle and charged in again without pause.
In a blink, Andrew unleashed a brutal combo, his fists and feet striking with precision.
Hank staggered backward, retreating until his back slammed against the villa’s wall, cornered and out of the room. With a desperate roar, he reached beneath his coat and yanked out a syringe. He was about to dope himself again.