Chapter 726 The Wolf has a Winning Game When the Shepherds Quarrel
On the way there, Martin kept his eyes glued to his phone, worried Hunter might change locations.
Luckily, when they arrived in the afternoon, the location was still the same.
Martin turned to Sebastian, "Did you find some real pros?"
Sebastian replied, "Not just pros. We hired a special forces team. Even if Hunter and his crew are tough, they won't get away this time."
Martin stared at the red dot on his phone, eyes narrowing. "This time, we finish them for good. No loose ends."
Sebastian caught his drift and looked shocked, "You mean...?"
Martin nodded, his voice low. "In a fight, there are always casualties."
Sebastian's eyebrows shot up, "Hunter is Mr. Hill's illegitimate son. What if we offend him...?"
Martin said expressionless, "Doesn't matter who he is. We have to take him out. Hunter's a ticking time bomb. The longer he's around, the more dangerous it gets. I can't let him threaten Patricia anymore."
Sebastian was quiet for a moment, then nodded, "You're right. He's a lunatic, and lunatics are unpredictable. I won't let anyone threaten Patricia either."
"Don't worry," Martin said coldly, "If Mr. Hill gets mad, I'll take the heat. This is Country Y. Even if he's furious, he can do nothing to us."
Martin said coldly, "Joe might protect his own, but he'll go after the real threat. He won't hurt innocent people. I ordered the hit, so if there's blame, it's on me."
As long as Patricia was safe, Martin didn't care what risk he took.
Sebastian patted Martin's shoulder, "Don't worry. I'll share the load with you."
Martin smiled gratefully.
Patricia was lucky to have three brothers who loved her so much. If Martin ever died, he knew someone will take care of Patricia.
At three in the morning, Rock's companion, Terry Cooper, lay on a factory rooftop in the industrial area. Years of special forces training had sharpened his senses.
On a quiet night, even the slightest sound was amplified in his ears.
Terry clearly heard a convoy approaching. He jumped off the roof, flipped a few times, and hid in the overgrown weeds behind the factory.
The convoy stopped outside. Well-trained special forces soldiers got out, blocking all exits, and a team went inside to search.
Terry, hidden in the weeds, monitored the factory through surveillance.
Once he confirmed they were all inside, he radioed Rock, "Rock, they're all here."
Rock asked, "Are you sure?"
Terry nodded, "Yeah. Ten vehicles, about seven people each. Seventy in total. Judging by their steps, they're all top-notch. The two of us can't take them all."
Rock frowned, "Is it just them? Anyone else?"
Could the key players have stayed behind?
Terry said, "From the surveillance, I saw a champagne-colored sedan parked about 33 feet from the factory. The door hasn't opened at all. The person you're talking about should be in that car."
Rock smirked coldly, "That's it! When the bomb goes off, grab the person in the car!"
Terry nodded, "Got it!"
After a pause, he asked, "Are you there yet?"
Rock stood at the gate of Silver Birch Sanctuary, a rare intense killing intent showing on his usually expressionless face, "I'm here!"
Terry cautioned, "Be careful!"
Rock raised an eyebrow coldly, "All the capable fighters are on your side! No one here can match me! After the mission, we'll meet at the agreed spot."
"Understood!"
After ending the call, Rock pocketed the walkie-talkie and agilely leaped over the fence.
It was the middle of the night.
Patricia, who should have been asleep, was worried about Martin and tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
After several failed attempts to sleep, she sat up, leaning against the headboard, clutching her phone tightly, and waiting for Martin's call.
Martin had promised to call Patricia as soon as the task was completed to let her know he was safe.
Every minute that passed felt like eternity to Patricia.
Even though it felt like a long time had passed, only a few minutes had gone by according to her phone.
She had no idea how long it would take Martin to capture Hunter and his fellows.
The room was dark.
Only the occasional light from the phone screen illuminated the space.
At that moment, a faint noise came from the balcony.
Normally, Patricia wouldn't have noticed.
But it was the middle of the night, and the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Her nerves were on edge because of her worry for Martin, making her hearing sharper than usual.
Patricia felt the hair rise on the back of her neck.
At first, she thought she had imagined it, but she listened carefully again.
This time, she heard it clearly.
She was certain she had heard a sound.
Patricia immediately turned on the bedside lamp, intending to check what was happening.
As soon as the light turned on, she saw a man standing by her bed. She screamed in fright, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest.
The man wore a mask, his hawk-like eyes staring intently at Patricia, as if he wanted to chew her up and spit her out.
The hairs on the back of her neck rose and she felt dangerous than ever before.
She glanced at the balcony.
The floor-to-ceiling glass doors, which should have been locked, was now open.
The noise she heard earlier must have been him unlocking the door.
In the dead of night, he had silently broken into Patricia's room.
If Patricia hadn't been awake, she might not have noticed the intruder.
Patricia was in great alarm seeing his skills and the look in his eyes.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my room? I'm telling you this is the Koch family. You better leave now, or I'll call for help."
The man completely disregarded Patricia, his exposed eyes full of mockery.
"Just the Koch family? If you want them to die at my hands, go ahead and call for help! I don't even consider a group of professionally trained bodyguards a threat. let alone them. Killing them would be as easy as squashing an ant."
Such arrogant words.
A person came to Patricia's mind.
The one who had easily defeated all bodyguards in the Koch family, as if walking into an unguarded place, and rescued Hunter from the wine cellar.
It was him!
How could he be here when he should be confronting Martin?
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