Chapter 159: Bloodbath 1
Hidden Location...
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"He’s heading out now, my GPS is on."
Tyler’s excited voice hummed through the burner phone, letting the eight figures in the black minivan let out a hollow breath of relief after more than an hour of waiting.
"Okay. Don’t let your eyes off him and don’t call again. Also don’t let him notice you early or you might as well be dead."
Chris’ heavy voice came through, warning Tyler of the severe consequences of making any mistake.
"Hum..."
At the other end, swallowing hard, Tyler shook his head, sounding like he wanted to say something.
"What?" Chris asked sternly.
"Miles, he isn’t alone. Chloe, Billy’s sister is with him."
Unexpectedly, Chris revealed a cold sneer—
"That’s unexpected but no problem. Billy has always been an eyesore, I’ll take this opportunity to become the captain after the death of his sister leaves him devastated."
Chris said, killing intent glinting in his eyes despite the dark interior of the minivan.
Over the phone, Tyler found his heart skip, wanting to retort after all they were only after Miles, not real killers, but stopped, unwilling to get on Chris’ bad side sensing the latter had actually accepted this dark role.
"Okay."
With that he ended the call.
Meanwhile, inside the ordinary looking minivan, at the back and front seat, the eyes of the other figures shone.
One of them was Ben who trembled slightly, feeling threatened by the other figures who had dangerous gang tattoos over their bodies that were hidden under the moonlight.
Knowing they were part of a local crime syndicate group, he didn’t dare speak a single word, only following Chris’ lead.
"Is that it?"
Suddenly one of the men spoke—the one sitting at the right front seat. The leader of this group asked, his voice sounding playful like everything was a big joke.
To think they were actually paid to eliminate a high schooler of all people, Ace naturally had a little bit of misgivings, but considering the pay and the identity of who sent them was related to this high schooler, he agreed.
Not that he was a saint or anything, since he had taken much crueler jobs that couldn’t be mentioned.
"Yes."
Chris nodded a bit hesitantly, then added—
"Is it possible if you try to capture him, alongside the girl with him? I can torture and slowly kill him. We’ll take turns with the girl too."
Chris suggested, deciding to enjoy the evil since he had already committed a crime.
"Hehehe. Kid, you sure are cruel, aren’t those two your classmates? I like you, totally my kind of bro."
A figure at the back seat laughed, licking a small machete as he grinned, thrilled by Chris’ words.
"He’s got guts."
Another voice commented.
"Enough."
However, Ace seemed not to care, silencing them as he grabbed the GPS tracker from Chris.
"We’ll strike when they are far enough from here. You two, go back and check if there are any CCTV cameras at the party. If there are, delete 30 minutes worth of footage from it. We’ll let you know when we have them."
Hearing Ace say this, Chris felt dismayed, knowing they would all have their fun with Chloe before they let him know. Despite knowing, he couldn’t refute this dangerous fellow and agreed.
"Okay, see you later."
After that, him and Ben exited the minivan and it drove off.
After they departed a bit distant, Ace spoke again.
"We’ll kill the target and dispose of the body. And as for the girl, she will be for you guys to deal with. That blabbermouth has no right to tell us what to do, a mere pawn. Target comes first."
Meanwhile, totally oblivious to the fact that he was being followed, Miles led Chloe to the parking lot.
"Ahh- ahhh- ahhhh- hmmm."
"Shh, don’t moan so loud."
"Ahhh, yesss. Fuck me too."
"Ahhh, ahhh, yess."
Both Miles and Chloe froze, the latter instantly turning into a tomato the moment she realized what was happening behind those sounds.
Whilst Miles felt like the voice actually sounded familiar and there were actually from multiple sources, meaning it wasn’t a 1v1 game.
"Give me your breasts to suck."
The moment he heard this, Miles felt like he had swallowed a stone and his face turned strange.
’Theo... Fuck! Is that bastard seriously fucking the three of them at the same time? He’s actually having a foursome before me,’ Miles thought, his eyes narrowing to where a green truck was parked. It was the direction the voices came from.
’How shameless, how can they be doing it here.’
"Let’s go."
Reassuringly clenching Chloe’s palm, he eased her frozen figure and led her towards his vehicle, opening the door with the same gentleman treatment.
After Chloe got inside, he got in and wound down the glass by his side.
"There’s something I want you to see," he said to Chloe and ignited the engine.
’Oh my goodness! He wants to show me something?’ Her heart began beating rapidly, a sense of curious excitement bubbling within her.
’His special place? On a date? His house?’
Imagining the scene of them together doing all sorts of unspeakable things, Chloe’s usually calm expression became nervous once more. She secretly pinched her thighs to feel if it was all a dream, but the pain came and she smiled a bit.
By this time it was past 10:30, so her heartbeat couldn’t calm.
Pulling a reverse, Miles played music and drove out.
’Fuck.’
Somewhere beside the green truck, covered in darkness that escaped the moonlight’s reach, Theo froze, cursing in his heart that they had been found out, but the car quickly drove away.
Heaving a quick sigh of relief, as the girl next to him was about to press her small boobs against his mouth, there was a series of hurried footsteps and another car drove off in pursuit of the first.
After a moment of silence, the four resumed, with the girls actually liking Theo.
3 Minutes Later.
Just as the mood settled with the ongoing music, Miles silently drove under the beautiful glow of the moonlight tonight. Due to this district being a wealthy one, there wasn’t any car driving by this late.
However, just as Miles was absorbed in the thought of how to proceed with Chloe when they got to the lake, he noticed a black minivan that seemed to be going through a quick repair parked in a way that occupied more than half of the asphalt road.
Pulling closer, he registered that there were three figures clad in black puffer jackets huddled around the minivan’s tail lights, seemingly discussing something, but then raised their heads towards him after he flickered the headlights.
’What the fuck. Who wears puffer jackets during summer.’
Instinctively furrowing his brows, Miles started feeling unease the moment the men raised their heads. They were clearly adults, the youngest looking to be in his late twenties.
Raising their hands to block the headlight from their eyes, one of them—the oldest with a bald head and a glaring tattoo by his upper neck side when he turned—gradually walked towards him.
"Excuse me." He raised his voice a bit, squinting his eyes and getting closer to the car.
Chloe’s handbag slipped from her shoulder with a rustle, prompting Miles to turn to her and hold her palm.
"It’s okay," he muttered reassuringly, just then noticing the approaching man from the corner of his eyes frown slightly.
"Excuse me—" the man said, moving closer as if to get a proper glimpse of their faces before appearing surprised.
"Oh, it’s a kid." He elevated his voice, revealing a friendly smile and dropping his guard. "Hey kid. How fortunate that you’re here."
The man let out a relieved sigh, appearing to have found his saviors.
However, Miles showed not a flicker of emotion as he stared at the man.
’Fuck. Are we about to get robbed?’ he thought, a bit intrigued and fascinated that such a thing was actually going to happen to him.
Seeing Miles’ cautious eyes—
’This kid, he’s no fool or kind-hearted person to not have been fooled.’
In contrast to his thoughts, Ace stuck to the act and made his smile appear pitiful.
"We are stranded, lost two tires. My wife is about to go into labor, please do you have a spare? I promise to buy it at twice the price."
The man sounded so convincing that Chloe, who seemed unsettled, pitied him and let down her guard.
But Miles wasn’t moved in the slightest. Instead, he was even more convinced that the man had ulterior motives and secretly reached his hand to grab the gear stick.
THWACK-pffffft!
Pew!
Pssssssssssss!
"Not so fast, kid," Ace sneered.
"Shit!" Miles cursed.
The car first jolted from the right back, then the man slipped out a silenced pistol to take out the left tire. Before Miles could step on the accelerator, the man pointed the gun at him.
"Stay still, kid."
The two other men by the car got up from their hunched posture and grinned at him. Miles could hear the blaring danger sense at maximum capacity.
’Activate Cold Blooded Heart.’
’Talent: Combat Instinct.’
’Full power.’
