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Arnold’s poisoning had triggered Callahan’s sense of crisis. The people hunting him were far more capable than he had anticipated.

However, moving Arnold back proved to be anything but smooth. After all, the group had poisoned Arnold specifically to lure Callahan out and assassinate him.

At the Zamora International Airport, rain poured down in sheets. A black bulletproof SUV sped along a muddy mountain road, tires crushing through potholes and splashing murky water. Rain lashed against the windows, blurring the glass despite the frantic sweeping of the wipers.

Inside the car, Callahan pressed one hand against a bleeding wound on his side while gripping a gun with the other. His gaze was sharp and cold as he stared into the rearview

mirror.

Three unmarked off-road vehicles were on their tail like demons, their headlights piercin

the rain, engines roaring like beasts.

“Boss, ambush ahead!” the bodyguard in the driver’s

seanis voice tight.

Callahan’s expression remained calm, betraying no sign of his injury. He issued the order. coolly. “Ignore it. Punch through.”

Before he finished speaking, a heavy truck suddenly barreled out from a side road ahead. Tires screeched against the slick pavement as it blocked the path like a wall of steel.

“Crash-!”

Callahan’s bodyguard slammed the steering wheel. The SUV nearly tipped over as it scraped past the edge of the truck and crashed into the roadside bushes.

The moment the airbags deployed, Callahan kicked the door open and rolled out into the rain. He leveled his gun at the

trus cab and fired three times.

Blood splattered against the windshield, but more dark figures leaped from the back of the truck. The muffled thuds of suppressed pistols blended with the sound of the rain as bullets whizzed past his head.

The firepower from Callahan’s security detail temporarily suppressed the pursuers, but at the cost of another man falling into a pool of blood.

The tarmac was close, but enemies were swarming from all directions.

rew himself to the ground as a bullet tore through his left shoulder, blood

instantly soaking his suit. Gritting his teeth, he rolled over and shot the nearest assassin dead, only to be thrown backward by the shockwave of an explosion. They had detonated fuel drums by the roadside.

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Heat seared his skin. Panting, Callahan wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly lunged, twisting a man’s wrist, snatching the dagger, and driving it into another attacker’s throat.

As a third man’s blade slashed across his back, reinforcements from the tarmac finally arrived, taking the attacker out with a headshot.

The private jet sliced through the night sky, speeding toward home.

Inside the cabin, Callahan leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, as a flight medic treated his wounds.

Looking at the mangled flesh, Callahan didn’t make a sound, though his clenched jaw betrayed the pain.

Those people were harder to deal with than he thought. He opened his eyes and picked up his tablet, pulling up the encrypted communication interface. Tapping the screen a few times, he saw the confirmation message from Dr. L.

Callahan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Ever since Arnold was poisoned, he had been on edge. Seeing Dr. L accept the job eased the tension slightly. He had seen L’s skills firsthand. Although he couldn’t be certain that Dr. L was Leilani, her medical skill was undeniable. As long as Arnold arrived safely, there was still hope.

Callahan’s eyes darkened as he looked out the porthole at the pitch-black clouds, a cold, sharp light flashing in his gaze. Sooner or later, he would make them pay. He would show them that he, Callahan, wasn’t someone they could target without consequences.

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