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Just as the man attempted to toss Howard over his shoulder, Howard, having anticipated the move, landed smoothly on the floor. In one fluid motion, he flipped the man instead, driving a poison needle straight into his skull.
The man’s eyes widened in shock, and he collapsed, dead before he could say a word.
Without wasting a second, Howard rushed over to check on Mano and Milly.
Mano was already gone.
Howard hoisted Milly onto his back and bolted out of there.
Luckily, most of the organization’s members were away on missions, leaving only a handful behind.
He sprinted through the corridors, but soon encountered resistance. With a flick of his wrist, his watch shot out silver needles.
This enhanced gadget could fire up to thirty poison needles, and despite Howard’s refined and scholarly demeanor, he had trained in martial arts alongside his brothers. It didn’t take long for the men in black to fall to the floor, defeated.
As the needles fired, he felt the watch grow lighter, but the exit was still far off.
He glanced at Milly, her head drooping on his shoulder, her body cold and her face deathly pale. A sharp ache struck him. “Milly, please wake up!”
Suddenly, another man in black lunged at him, attacking with swift and brutal force.
Howard’s hand shot up just in time, and the man in black collapsed mere inches from where he stood.
The crowd of attackers thickened, and a cold sweat drenched Howard’s back.
“Get out of here now! The base is going to blow in less than ten minutes!” he yelled, his voice sharp with urgency.
The men in black hesitated, casting wary glances at each other, unsure whether to believe him.
Could the base really be about to explode?
“The base’s defenses are tight. No way it’s blowing up. Get him! The boss will make it worth your while,” one of them sneered, pulling out a handgun and taking aim at Howard.
Howard dodged the shot, but the bullet grazed his arm. Another man lunged at him, throwing a punch, but Howard countered, grabbing his arm and kicking his legs, sending him crashing to the floor.
The remaining men swarmed him. Within moments, Howard was battered, his body aching from the relentless blows.
He wasn’t a martial arts expert, and these men were some of the organization’s elite fighters. His strength was fading fast, and panic flickered in his eyes as he glanced at Milly, still unconscious. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Howard wasn’t afraid of dying here, but he couldn’t let Milly die—not like this.
As a dagger gleamed in the dim light, aimed directly at her, he instinctively moved, taking the blow with his left shoulder. The blade sank deep, and blood poured from the wound, but he gritted his teeth against the searing pain. With shaking hands, he yanked out his stun gun and jammed it into one of the men in black. The man convulsed violently before collapsing.
“Just give it up! You’re outnumbered—you can’t win!” one of the men sneered.
Howard was panting, his body battered, covered in cuts and bruises. His vision blurred, and he felt the pull of unconsciousness creeping in. But no, he couldn’t give up—not yet.
Desperation surged through him as he lifted the stun gun, only for a gunshot to ring out, knocking it from his hand.
His last weapon was gone.
“The base is going to explode! I’ve planted explosives. Stay here, and you’ll be blown to bits!” Howard shouted.
But the men didn’t budge. They sneered, clearly thinking he was bluffing, just trying to buy time to escape.
Howard clutched Milly tightly, bracing himself as the blows kept coming.
Then, without warning, the base lit up with blinding red and blue lights, flashing urgently. The ground beneath them trembled. A mechanical female voice boomed through the chaos. “One minute until explosion. Fifty-nine seconds until explosion—“
The violent shaking threw everyone into a panic.
Howard seized the moment, his voice cutting through the confusion. “I know some of you want out of the organization’s grip! This is your chance! Run! Get as far away as you can. If you leave now, they won’t come after you!”
The flashing lights and quaking ground only deepened the chaos, and Howard’s words began to sink in. Some of the men dropped their daggers, their eyes filled with uncertainty. No one wanted to stay a pawn forever, but until now, escape had felt impossible.
Yet here was their chance, right in front of them. A few bolted without a second thought. The rest hesitated for only a heartbeat before following. Only a handful remained uncertain.
“Even if you kill me, the reward’s out of reach. The evidence against the organization has already been sent to the international police. They’re coming. They’ll investigate, and the leaders of this place will be arrested. If you stay here, it’s either death or being caught by the authorities,” Howard said calmly.
The remaining few glanced at each other, their expressions shifting. Suddenly, no reward seemed worth it. What was more valuable than their own lives? In an instant, they scattered, fleeing for their survival.
Howard, still clutching Milly, made his way toward the prison.
Many people were imprisoned here.
As the door creaked open, all eyes inside turned toward him—most filled with fear, some with raw anger.
But one thing was certain—none of them were in good shape. Emaciated, pale, their bodies bore the scars of cruel, inhumane torture.
The eldest among them was over seventy, while the youngest was just a three-year-old child—a grim testament to how vile the Serpentine Palers truly were.
“Run! They’ve all escaped! Get out of here; the place is about to blow!” Howard’s voice rang out.
The captives’ faces shifted with terror, and in a frenzy, they ran toward the exit.
Howard, still carrying Milly, followed, though his strength was fading fast.
Blood oozed from his many wounds, and his body grew colder with every step. He was barely holding on, teetering on the edge of collapse.
But with sheer will, he bit down on his lip. The sharp pain kept him conscious as he forced himself to keep moving forward.
“Boom!”
A deafening explosion roared behind him, and the nightmarish base began to collapse…
Andrew and Isabella arrived at the Crimson Strip in a private jet. From a distance, the sight of the base swallowed in fiery explosions greeted them.
Panic gripped the surrounding area as people scattered in every direction.
“The blast went off sooner than we expected,” Isabella muttered, her brows furrowed with worry. She wasn’t sure if Howard had made it out, but she knew one thing for certain—Howard would never abandon ship without warning the innocents first. He’d make sure everyone had a chance to escape before saving himself.
As the final section of the base crumbled in a massive explosion, Isabella’s eyes swept over the fleeing crowd, her heart pounding. But there was no sign of Howard. A cold sweat broke out across her forehead.
“Get us closer!” Andrew ordered the pilot.
“Boss, getting any nearer could put us at risk! The blast could hit us!” the pilot cautioned.
“Closer!” Andrew snapped, and the jet inched nearer to the chaos below. Isabella’s eyes flickered over the sea of terrified people rushing away from the destruction, some filled with relief, others still frozen in fear.
In the distance, the wail of countless police cars filled the air as they sped toward the scene.
“My undercover told me the base was destroyed today,” Andrew explained. “I knew they’d be trying to escape, so I contacted the police in advance to help them get out.”
Isabella nodded, a wave of relief washing over her. At least these innocent people would make it back to their homes.
But where was Howard?
She still hadn’t spotted him.
At the exit of the base, Howard struggled to move, Milly heavy on his back.
The harsh light outside nearly blinded him, tears stinging his eyes.
Without warning, an explosion erupted in front of him, sending debris tumbling down and completely blocking the doorway.
His heart sank.
He realized the exit was now sealed—escape was impossible. Behind him, the explosions continued, their heat relentless, as though the very air around him was on fire.
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