Hendrix soon discovered that Victor was having a hard time avoiding him anymore.
Victor’s right arm caught his attention.He didn’t notice the blood on Victor’s shirt at first because the
latter was wearing a dark shirt.
The bullet didn’t hit Victor, but it grazed Victor’s arm.
It wasn’t a shallow wound, and his sleeve was soon covered in blood.
Hendrix’s expression got more ferocious, and his hands moved more rapidly.
It wasn’t an accident that he kept going after the wound on Victor’s right arm.
Victor had no time to get away from the situation.
During their fight, they knocked over the tea cabinet.
As a result, the plates resting atop the cabinet were smashed to pieces.
Hendrix again stopped Victor as he was about to dodge.
He lunged at Victor with a razor-sharp knife.
"Fuck you!"
In his pupils, the knife’s point grew larger and larger.
Bang! Clang! In a sound like a gunshot, Hendrix’s knife came loose from his grip.
A crackling sound accompanied the plates as they fell to the floor.
Disbelievingly, Hendrix widened his eyes in awe, with his neck stiff, and his face contorted.
His clothes were soon drenched in blood as blood came out non-stop from his heart.
All over his body, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain.He swayed, but in the end, he had to let go.
At this point, he was on the floor, having fallen to his knees in a flop.
He didn’t have time to evaluate where the gunfire originated from.
Hendrix didn’t realize that a Ferrari was parked in the vacant yard behind him.
Carson sprung from his seat.
Smiling, the man shook the gun he held.
His gaze fell on Hendrix, who was sprawled out on the floor, as he made his way up the stairs.
His subordinate was right there next to him.
"It seems that I am still an excellent shooter.Since I hadn’t used it in a while, I assumed my proficiency
had deteriorated."
A satisfied Carson took a peek at the shot.
Carson had already arrived, and Victor had noted.He struck the tea cabinet intentionally.He purposely
turned Hendrix’s back to the vestibule, exposing Hendrix’s vulnerability.
Carson was able to shoot Hendrix with ease in the back because he could see him from the greatest
vantage point.
Given their long history of friendship, there was a tactic understanding between them.
At the cabinet, Carson saw Hendrix and Victor together, and he immediately got it.
Hendrix was too rash.
Seeing that Victor’s arm had been wounded, he started to be careless, entirely forgetting that as a
mercenary, the greatest taboo was leaving his back to the adversary.
"Mr.Scott, no one dares to compare their shooting abilities to yours in the Apliaria."
The subordinate commended him.
Carson put his gun aside and glanced down at Hendrix, who had stopped breathing.
"Clean up this room and deal with these corpses," he stated with a sneer.
"Okay, Mr.Scott."
Carson scanned the living room but was unable to see Victor, so he quickly headed in the direction of
the second floor.He was on the verge of ascending the staircase.
"Mr.Scott, be on the lookout!"
The subordinate detected the odor of gunpowder in the air and sensed something was amiss.
There was a loud boom as soon as he yelled.
One by one, the second-floor railings were blasted to pieces by a powerful explosion that erupted from
the second floor chamber.
Carson was shielded by the subordinate.
They hid behind the couch and lay on the floor.
In the end, the shockwave faded away.
In the blink of an eye, Carson had risen and was on his way to the second floor when he was halted by
his guy.
"An explosion occurred, Mr.Scott.Someone placed the explosives on the second floor, and it is
unknown how many did not detonate."
"Get out of here!"
Carson’s eyes began to swell.
"But Mr.Scott…"
Carson drew his gun and aimed it at the man’s forehead before he could complete his sentence.
"Leave.That’s all I said.Isn’t it clear to you now?"
Carson’s subordinate gave him a deadpan glance and made no move.
His job was to keep Carson safe.
In light of the circumstances on the second floor, he had no choice but to intervene, as he feared an
explosion at any moment.
In addition, he had to get Carson out of the situation quickly.
"Don’t think I’ll stop to shoot you," Carson said, putting his finger on the trigger.
"Mr.Scott, I’m sorry but I won’t let you take the risk while I still breathe."
Despite Carson’s long look, he did not fire a single shot.
Carson looked at the silent second floor as he put down his gun.
Victor was on the second floor.
Joey might perhaps be on the second story too.
His subordinate had made a valid point, and Carson was aware that he could not act on impulse under
the circumstances.
In his thoughts, he remembered Victor and the little kid.He calmed himself down and issued the
command.
"Contact the closest hospital, summon the police, and block any news."
In the presidential suite of Imperial Hotel Standing at the French window, Odin gazed out at the world
around him.
Wallace exited the study, stepped behind Odin, and placed the laptop on the coffee table.
"Mr.Sullivan." Wallace called out to him.
Odin swiveled around to face the laptop and stared at the screen.
Wallace tapped on the keyboard.
After then, a clip from a security camera was shown on the screen.
The video wasn’t particularly clear, but it wasn’t hard to see that the guesthouse where Norton resided
was shown in it.
Bang! In the footage, an explosion could be heard.
Various items were destroyed and fell from the second floor in the video.
"The bomb went off on schedule."
The footage was about fifteen seconds long.
Wallace removed his eyes from the screen.
"Although the range of the bomb attached to Joey’s body is limited, the explosive force is sufficient to
obliterate everybody within the area."
Odin smiled as he sipped the crimson wine from his glass and replied, "Are you saying that…"
"I mean, Victor should be dead."
Wallace looked ferocious.
"Mr.Sullivan, you have been hiding for so long.Finally, you will be able to assume full control of the
Sullivan Group."
Wallace took a peek at Odin’s side face.
On the other hand, Odin did not seem to be happy with the position as head of the Sullivan
Group.Wallace couldn’t help but inquire, "Mr.Sullivan, what do you fear?"
"Tell your men to keep a close check on every hospital and any emergency operation," Odin said,
putting down his glass.
He didn’t answer Wallace’s query.
Again, Wallace re-watched the footage that was on the screen.
"Do you suppose Victor is still alive, Mr.Sullivan? That’s a definite impossibility.I’ve seen the strength of
that bomb.No one could have survived that." with his long and narrow eyes half-closed, Odin sat down
on the sofa with his knees crossed.
"There is no space for error.I have battled Victor for so many years, and I am not in a rush."
"You’re correct, Mr.Sullivan.I’ll notify my men immediately," Wallace said.
Odin’s eyes became dimmer as he watched the explosion in the video again and again.
‘How can you die so easily, my brother? I’m already thinking that that was just too boring"
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