Chapter 421 Have Ms. Kingsley Come Over
In the chilly evening wind, the police car sped along.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at an old, abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town.
The mansion had long been deserted, overgrown with weeds, and its wide-open door looked like the gaping maw of a beast.
"Get out!"
The man ordered his henchman to stop the car, then opened the door, signaling for James to step out.
James didn't move, instead giving a faint smile. "This doesn't look like a police station."
"This is one of our bases, used specifically for investigating dangerous individuals." The man's expression darkened. "People like you."
James leaned back in his seat, unmoving. "I don't want to get out."
"Don't cause trouble, or you'll regret it." The man barked, "Cooperate with us, clear things up quickly, and it'll be better for everyone."
"But I'm worried that if I get out now, you'll shoot me in the back." James spoke directly, "Then you'll frame me for trying to escape. Wouldn't that mean I'd die unjustly?"
He glanced at the four people in the car. "So, going to a proper police station would be better."
At these words, their faces changed dramatically, and their eyes turned sharp.
"Don't talk nonsense." The man shouted, "You're slandering us and making trouble for yourself."
"Get out!"
His hand was already on his gun holster.
"Actually, when you stopped my car, I knew you were fake agents." James chuckled, "You disguised yourselves well, followed procedures, but you shouldn't have tattoos."
"With wolf totems, you think I don't know who you are? So, taking my life won't be easy."
He pointed at the man's chest, where a vivid green wolf tattoo peeked out from under his uniform button.
The man's eyes flashed.
In the next second, two of them lunged at James's shoulders, while another drew his gun and aimed at James, quick and ruthless.
James didn't let them succeed. With a shake of his shoulder, he threw off the two men holding him.
Then, he reached out and grabbed the gun aimed at him.
A crisp snap sounded as James broke the gunman's wrist. A scream followed.
James didn't pause, catching the gun and firing two shots.
After the gunshots, the two men didn't even have time to scream before their heads exploded in a spray of blood.
Then, James turned the gun on the man with the broken wrist and fired again.
The bullet went through his throat and shattered the windshield.
The scream was cut short, and the man collapsed limply.
Seeing his three companions die instantly, the man was both shocked and furious. He raised his gun and fired at James.
James was prepared, tilting his head.
The bullet grazed his hair, punching a hole in the seat.
The man was stunned, not expecting James to be so skilled, unable to kill him at such close range.
His scalp tingled, and he kicked open the car door and ran out.
James also leaped out of the car, aiming at the man, but found the gun empty.
Seeing this, the man was overjoyed and aimed at James again.
James didn't give him a chance, smiling as he swung the empty gun.
The man screamed as his eye was hit, blood streaming out.
The gun barrel veered off, hitting the ground nine feet away from James.
"Bastard!" Missing his shot, the man aimed at James again.
James didn't give him a chance, closing in and grabbing the gun barrel with his bare hands.
In the man's stunned expression, the gun barrel bent bizarrely.
James had bent the gun with his bare hands?
The man let go, and the gun fell heavily to the ground.
He retreated quickly, drawing two knives from behind.
He charged at James with the knives, his technique dazzling, clearly a knife expert.
James didn't back down, stepping forward and kicking the man away.
The man spat blood, flying seven or eight meters.
Despite his injuries, the man was skilled, landing and immediately rolling to escape.
But James was already upon him.
He kicked the man's leg, causing it to go numb, and the man fell straight to the ground.
James didn't stop, kicking the man several times, dislocating his arms and legs.
The man was furious. "You bastard!"
He wanted to fight back but couldn't even stand.
"Robbie Ellis." James didn't look at him, pulling out his ID and scanning it, learning Robbie's identity.
He also found a wolf head badge, fierce and menacing, with "Green Wolf" written on the back. "Green Wolf? Didn't expect you to be one of the Seven Wolves of the Wolf Business Association."
"No, now it's Six Wolves, because I already killed Black Wolf."
"You better let me go, or the Wolf Club won't spare you." Green Wolf growled, "Mr. Gonzalez won't spare you either."
James sneered, "If I let you go, you won't come after me?"
"That's impossible!" Green Wolf gritted his teeth. "You killed Black Wolf and Rowan, humiliated Ms. Kingsley, and offended Mr. Gonzalez. We won't spare you."
"Then that's settled." James spoke calmly, "Since you won't spare me, why should I spare you?"
Green Wolf was momentarily speechless, then growled, "You'll die a horrible death."
James smiled and kicked him. "How horrible?"
He stomped on Green Wolf's hand, breaking it.
Green Wolf screamed, then bit his lip to endure.
"We won't spare you, your family and friends." He glared at James. "They'll all suffer because of you. Just wait."
James narrowed his eyes. "Threatening my loved ones? Don't you know not to involve family?"
"You offended us, so be prepared for your whole family to be wiped out." Green Wolf was vicious. "Your loved ones, Mary and the others, will all suffer."
"Glowing Oasis Avenue, Changhai Street, West Hill Garden, Building 16, Apartment 903." James read Green Wolf's ID, noting his home address.
Green Wolf's face changed dramatically. "What are you going to do?"
"Learn from you, wipe out the family." James dialed a number on his phone. "Ollie, take some people to West Hill Garden..."
He gave Green Wolf's home address, his tone calm. "Capture everyone inside and throw them off the roof."
Green Wolf screamed, "No, fuck! You can't do this, you can't do this!"
"If you can do it, why can't I?" James hung up, his eyes mocking. "I thought you're prepared for something like this."
Green Wolf was speechless, gritting his teeth. "James, you can't do this."
His parents, wife, and daughter lived there.
James ignored him.
In less than half an hour, his phone rang with a video call. James answered.
Green Wolf saw clearly that in his luxurious duplex home, Ollie was sitting at a $300,000 piano.
Wearing white gloves, smoking, and holding his daughter, Ollie was shouting a song.
The originally touching and poignant song was shouted out with fierce intent by Ollie.
"James, what do you want me to do, to spare my family?"
The once arrogant Green Wolf lay on the ground, compromising, "Tell me, tell me, I'll do anything you want."
He knew what a scoundrel Ollie was.
"Call Ms. Kingsley." James patted Green Wolf's cheek. "Tell her to come here."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
