Chapter 361 Unforeseen Interruption: Brian's Confrontation with Uncle Pete
City N was Big Mike's turf, and getting the lay of the land, or rather, the current situation of the several fishing platforms out on the waters, was no big deal. Big Mike promised to have his guys look into it ASAP.
On the platform, the owner received a phone call and then hurried to knock on Brian's door.
In the room, Brian, undeterred by Teresa's unconscious state beneath him, intended to continue marking every inch of her with his teeth.
Knock, knock, knock!
The forceful knocking jolted the room,. "Knock, knock, knock... “Liam, someone just called asking about vacancies on the platform."
The urgency in the owner's voice followed the pounding at the door, and a frown creased Brian's face as he heard it. After covering Teresa's battered body with a blanket, he sprang out of bed, hastily put on his pants, and went to open the door.
"Liam, I think someone might be onto something. You better take this woman and get out of here," the owner said, his voice edged with panic as soon as the door swung open.
Even though Brian had helped him out in the past, he had no clue about the woman Brian had brought, and he definitely didn't want to cause trouble for himself or his family.
"What, leave now. Are you kidding me?" Brian's expression darkened instantly. "Uncle Pete, you better not forget what I've done for you."
"I'll never forget the help you gave me, Liam," Uncle Pete replied, anxious and fearful. All he wanted was to lead a peaceful life.
"If you truly remember, then show it with your actions, not just words," Brian snapped, his voice booming.
Right now, catching his groove, the last thing Brian wanted was to leave with Teresa. Where could they go? Nowhere was safer than here.
Gazing at Brian, Uncle Pete reluctantly spilled the beans. "Liam, do you know who called me? It was the notorious boss of our area, Big Mike himself, inquiring about room availability on the platform. I think someone must've noticed something, and that's why he called. For safety's sake, you should really take this woman and leave."
“—Big Mike.”
The mention made Brian's pupils shrink, and he pressed further, "What did you tell him?"
"I said yes."
"And then?" Brian pursued.
Uncle Pete, with a sense of urgency, said, "They're coming over, a few guys just for the night. They could be here in less than half an hour."
"Damn it, couldn't you have just said no?" Brian barked in frustration.
Uncle Pete, on the verge of tears, replied, "You think I dared to lie? If they found out, I'd be a dead man."
"And just where am I supposed to go now?" Brian snapped back, glancing at Teresa, whom he had locked motionless on the bed. He roared again, "I don't care. I can't go anywhere right now. You deal with them if they come."
"Liam, these aren't ordinary folks. If they show up and find out..."
But before Uncle Pete could finish, the roaring sound of speedboats suddenly broke the tumultuous silence of the open sea.
Startled, he immediately looked towards the source of the noise.
After five or six years of running his fishing operation out here, Pete was tuned to the slightest ripple in the waves, and nothing escaped his notice.
Though the churning sea hid everything except a few nearby fishing platforms, the growing sound of an approaching speedboat had Pete quickly warning Brian again, "Liam, Big Eddie's men are here, and they're coming fast. We might have trouble. Take this lady and get out now."
Brian glanced at Uncle Pete, his mind racing at the mention of the Garcia family, a notorious powerhouse with tentacles in every corner of society. A realization of fear creeped crept into his eyes.
Seeing the panic on Brian's face, Uncle Pete urged, "Liam, hurry, I'll go get the speedboat ready for you."
With that, Pete turned and hurried off. Brian clenched his jaw, rushed back into the room to throw on his clothes, and then unlocked Teresa from her chains. Grabbing his jacket, he haphazardly wrapped the bleeding Teresa, slung her over his shoulder, and bolted out.
"Liam, quick!" shouted Uncle Pete, already revving up the yacht's engines. Brian, now desperate, hurried aboard, dumping Teresa to the side before taking the helm himself.
"Liam, head straight for about twenty nautical miles; there's an island. Hide there first, and I'll come to get you once they've left," instructed Pete as he handed over the controls and gave his final piece of advice.
Brian nodded, and then, with the roar of the engine, the speedboat shot forth like an arrow from its bow.
However, Brian had yet to anticipate Gabriel's rapid approach. He had gone at least ten nautical miles when lights from all directions began to focus on him. The thunderous chop of helicopter blades grew clearer from above.
Startled, he looked up to find two choppers no more than a few hundred meters above him, rapidly closing in, and countless speedboats encircling him from every direction.
Panic seized Brian, and he instantly pushed the throttle to the limit.
But his pursuers were faster still.
Feeling a sense of danger, Brian quickly looked back at the unconscious Teresa and made an effort to stay calm. He stopped the speedboat, hurried to Teresa's side, put his arm around her, and took out a sharp dagger, holding it against her throat.Sensing trouble, Brian glanced back at the unconscious Teresa and forced himself to remain composed.
He brought the speedboat to a halt, lunged to Teresa's side, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled out a sharp dagger, pressing it against her throat.
Teresa lay in a deep coma from the tremendous pain and the impact, wholly unaware of what was transpiring.
Above, Gabriel, peering through his binoculars, caught Brian and Teresa's outline on the ocean surface, illuminated by lights from other boats.
Seeing Teresa motionless and apparently lifeless in Brian's grip, with her bloody legs, Gabriel's rage boiled over. His heart pounded furiously, and veins throbbed on his forehead and temples. Suddenly, his hand slammed against the bulletproof glass with great force, catching everyone's attention in the cockpit.The sight of Teresa, motionless and seemingly lifeless in Brian's tight grip, her bare legs covered in bloody wounds with blood continuously trailing down through the magnified lenses, made Gabriel's bloodthirsty eyes narrow violently. His heart nearly burst with rage, veins throbbing uncontrollably on his forehead and temples. His hand, hanging by his side, suddenly slammed against the bulletproof glass with such force that everyone in the cockpit turned to look at him.
"Brian, I will tear you into pieces!" Gabriel roared with fury and hatred like never before, deafening those around him.
William, sitting next to him, saw Gabriel's reaction and quickly grabbed the binoculars to look in the same direction.
What he first noticed was Brian smirking devilishly towards the helicopter, holding Teresa hostage. As his gaze drifted downwards and caught the sight of the battered Teresa, he couldn't help but clench his teeth in rage, cursing the word "monster."
Soon, the helicopter was hovering above Brian's speedboat, and more than twenty vessels had completely encircled Brian.
Each vessel was filled with fully armed special forces operatives, and the helicopter was equipped with a sniper.
As the helicopter approached and the situation on the boat became clear, the commander asked Gabriel, "Shall we let our sniper take care of Brian?"
