Chapter 562
Chapter 562:
As Ashton was absorbed in his thoughts, the special forces captain approached him quickly with surprising news.
“Sir, during the chaos of the explosion, Egan, who was implicated in this terrorist act, managed to hide. However, he has just turned himself in and has requested to be interrogated by you personally.”
Ashton’s brow furrowed in confusion. “He surrendered… and asked for me?”
“Yes. He’s adamant about speaking only to you,” the captain confirmed earnestly.
The idea that the man who had nearly killed him now sought to confess puzzled Ashton.
Though this seemed like good news, Ashton couldn’t shake the feeling that Egan’s behavior was suspicious.
Still, Egan was the only lead they had.
Without further delay, he followed the captain to where Egan was being held.
Inside, Egan sat slumped in his chair, defeated and silent—until he heard the door creak open.
The moment Ashton entered, Egan straightened up. He attempted to rise, but the two soldiers guarding him forced him back into his seat.
After a brief struggle, Egan gave up, glaring at Ashton. “Ashton!” he yelled. “I need to know—did you have anything to do with the disappearance of my two sons?”
Ashton narrowed his eyes and replied calmly, “If you turned yourself in just to ask that, then yes, I’m involved. But if you provide us with information about the Dark Night Organization, I might help you reunite with them.”
For a moment, Egan was silent, his expression unreadable. Then suddenly, he burst into wild laughter. “You think I need your assistance for that? I have my ways!”
Ashton remained composed. “You seem to be misunderstanding the situation. If you want to see your sons again, you’ll need my help because—”
𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: g𝗮𝗅𝗇⚫𝗈ν𝖊𝗅⚫𝘀⚫ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Egan interrupted furiously, “Enough! I don’t need anything from you! Do you know why I really surrendered? An envoy of the organization ordered it, telling me I had to kill you at all costs. Before surrendering, I implanted a bomb in myself. We’ll die together, and you’ll beg my sons for forgiveness in the afterlife!”
Egan’s voice was filled with venom as he reached for a detonator concealed in his watch.
Anticipating such a move, Ashton had been cautious.
The moment Egan’s hand moved, Ashton flicked his wrist, launching three silver needles that flew with unerring accuracy, hitting Egan in the shoulders and forehead.
Instantly, Egan’s movements ceased, his body numb and immobilized.
Egan had found himself at a crossroads, unwilling to embrace death yet acutely aware that fate had dealt him a cruel hand. He recognized that after failing such a pivotal mission, his destiny was all but sealed; at that point, death would have been a fleeting luxury.
Even if his end was near, he longed to drag Ashton down into the abyss alongside him.
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