Chapter 515 Mr. Kingsley, Your Wife is Here to Check on You
"Fuck! Mr. Kingsley, you sure know how to make an entrance," Brandon exclaimed, eyes wide with awe. He hadn't expected Sebastian to be so generous, delivering two massive gifts right off the bat. The explosions sent towering waves crashing against the ship, spraying water everywhere.
Sebastian stood on the deck, watching the three massive passenger ships tremble from the torpedo blasts. His dark eyes showed a hint of disdain.
"The ship in the middle. Bianca's on that one," he said calmly after a brief silence, glancing at the middle vessel. His brows furrowed as he swiftly drew his handgun and took the lead.
Brandon was puzzled. "How do you know it's the middle ship?"
"With such a huge impact, people on the other two ships have already come out. Only this one remains quiet. What do you think?"
Brandon swallowed hard. "Alright, got it!"
He pulled out his handgun as well. The two of them boarded a small boat, quickly rowing to the larger ship. They climbed up the side ladder silently and made their way onto the deck.
The strong sea wind whipped around them, making their hair and clothes flutter wildly.
"Mr. Kingsley, there are at least twenty people on this ship, all armed with handguns. Their firepower could take out a whole squad. It's just the two of us. What do we do?"
Sebastian's eyes scanned the ship as he swiftly moved down the stairs, entering the spacious ship hall.
"Mr. Hernandez, didn't you once boast about being able to take on a hundred men? Now's your chance to prove it."
Sebastian's eyes darted around, his ears keenly picking up the sounds around him. It was too quiet, like death was lurking nearby.
Brandon cursed under his breath. "This is no time for jokes, Mr. Kingsley. Do you have a backup plan? What if we don't make it in time?"
Sebastian suddenly gestured for Brandon to be quiet, signaling that there was something inside.
He held his handgun with both hands, pressing his body against a wall for cover. "They're inside."
His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear. Brandon nodded and whispered, "What now?"
"Create a diversion and rescue her in the chaos. I'll draw them away, you go in for the rescue," Sebastian instructed, his voice steady and concise.
"Got it!"
"Let go of me!" A near-screeching voice suddenly pierced the silence. Bianca's voice reached Brandon's ears.
"That's Bianca!" Brandon exclaimed.
Sebastian frowned. "I'm not deaf. Remember what I said: rescue her in the chaos, or you won't make it out either."
"Got it!"
Sebastian wasn't entirely convinced.
"Don't touch me! Damn it, let go!" Bianca's shouts grew louder, and Brandon's grip on his gun tightened. "Mr. Kingsley, we need to move!"
Sebastian, holding his gun in one hand, leaped onto a railing opposite the door. His black figure moved swiftly.
A gunshot shattered the tense silence, the bullet sparking as it hit metal.
"Someone's here!"
"Go check it out!"
The gunshot alarmed the people inside. More than half of them rushed out, their footsteps pounding like drums in the hall.
Gunfire and footsteps merged, and within half a minute, chaos erupted.
Sebastian quickly assessed his opponents—seventeen of them. His handgun had only ten bullets. Even with perfect aim, he couldn't take them all out.
He swiftly maneuvered through the narrow corridor, his black suit a blur against the white walls. He kicked open a door and slipped inside, locking it behind him. He scanned the room, then leaped onto a chandelier.
"Get him! He's in there! Break down the door!"
The pounding on the door was deafening. Sebastian watched the door, silently counting down. Three, two...
As the door burst open, Sebastian swung from the chandelier, delivering a powerful kick to the first man's head. Blood splattered on the walls, and the man fell back, knocking over those behind him.
Sebastian kicked the second man, sending his gun flying.
The gun spun and fell to the floor, its location unknown.
"Sebastian! It's Sebastian!" someone shouted, panic in their voice. Before they could react, Sebastian disarmed them with a swift kick.
Another gun clattered to the floor.
Bullets flew wildly. Sebastian grabbed a man, using him as a shield. Bullets tore through the man's body, blood spraying everywhere.
Sebastian discarded the body, aimed, and fired. "Bang!" A bullet hit a man's chest.
The man fell, quick and deadly.
Another shot, another hit.
Sebastian kicked away the mangled body, hooked a fallen gun with his foot, and caught it.
With guns in both hands, Sebastian's cold eyes bore into his enemies. He advanced, forcing them to retreat.
More bullets flew.
Blood splattered as a bullet grazed his arm. Blood soaked his black suit, making it even darker.
Sebastian frowned, his left arm sagging. He raised it again, firing at his attacker.
Brandon burst into the room, his blood boiling at the sight of Bianca. "Damn it! Bastards! Die!"
Bianca looked up, her bloodied face stinging her eyes. She forced them open and saw Brandon.
Her blood-red lips curled into a seductive smile. "Mr. Hernandez, you made it. Good."
She smiled, her bound arms deeply indented, her clothes in tatters. Who knew what she'd endured?
Brandon's eyes locked onto the man holding a gun to Bianca's head. His voice was low and furious. "Let her go!"
The man smirked. "Let her go? No way, not like this."
Brandon cocked his gun. "Let her go, or I'll blow your head off!"
The man pressed his gun to Bianca's head. "Let's see whose gun is faster."
Bianca urged, "Brandon, don't waste time. Shoot him! Now!"
Brandon's eyes flickered. "Fine, I'll kill him first. Bianca, don't blame me." Brandon said, and raised his gun.
The man, seeing Brandon's resolve, moved his gun from Bianca's head to shoot Brandon.
"Watch out!" Bianca screamed as the bullet flew.
Brandon dodged, the bullet shattering a lamp behind him.
Before the man could fire again, Brandon's bullet hit his head.
Bianca's pale face turned ashen. She saw another man enter behind Brandon.
Brandon grabbed Bianca's hand, shooting her handcuffs. "Bianca, remember, I saved your life!"
Bianca picked up a gun. "I will!"
They moved together, shooting their way through the enemies.
Outside, the gunfire ceased.
Bianca wiped blood from her face, looking at her torn clothes. "Mr. Hernandez, can I borrow your jacket?"
Brandon handed it over. "Ms. Gomez, you owe me your life and a favor."
Bianca smiled, donning the jacket. "I won't forget."
Sebastian, clutching his bleeding arm, leaned against a railing. "We need to go. The ship's leaving."
Brandon saw Sebastian's blood and jumped. "You're hurt?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "No shit."
Bianca wiped her face. "Get Mr. Kingsley off the ship! Now!"
They boarded Sebastian's boat, watching the passenger ship sail away.
Brandon smirked. "Marc will love the surprise waiting for him."
Bianca scoffed. "That old fox didn't show up. Damn it! I'll have to find him myself."
Sebastian said, "He'll come to you when he sees the bodies."
Sebastian's phone rang.
Brandon quickly answered. "Mr. Kingsley, it is your wife calling."
He held the phone to Sebastian's ear. Brooklyn's voice came through. "Honey, where are you?"
Sebastian looked at the sea. "Outside. I'll be home soon."
Brooklyn sensed something. "Who are you with? What are you doing?"
Sebastian, clutching his bleeding arm, replied, "With Mr. Hernandez, having coffee."
Brandon's face darkened.
Bianca looked away, staying silent.
Brooklyn was skeptical. "Peregrine's daughter has a problem. I need to discuss it with you."
Sebastian replied, "Okay, we'll talk when I get back."
"Alright. Be safe."
After hanging up, Brandon muttered, "Mr. Kingsley, I don't want another coffee like this."
Sebastian's face hardened. "Shut up. Tell Dr. Scott to meet us at the hospital. We're heading back to Aucester!"
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