Immediately, time seemed to slow down as Victoria Stones developed heart palpitations.While leaving for the meeting location. She was confident of suppressing whatever tactics Felix had in store, toe to toe, wit for wit.However, with the last information. It was crystal clear that Felix actually hijacked her game and presently beat her to it.In slow motion with a racing heartbeat, she turned towards her bodyguards whose hands had gradually left their waistbands as they all exchanged perplexed eye contact.Her eyelids got heavier while processing Felix's words. She has refused to believe that her Madrid contracted assassins had been taken out.The two security personnel could vividly overhear the conversation and how it had been going. It wasn't looking good for their superior.Felix tutted his lips in mockery trying to use the moment to his advantage and gain more stamina against her.He parted his lips and let out a few condescending giggles before saying another word:“Ohh, I get

On reflection, Victoria Stone's legs quivered in growing anxiety. Her face twitched in uncertainty.Her bodyguards flashed a code language to her on what to do next, but she muffled a signal at them to stay cool till she got a full grip of the situation.She awkwardly cleared her throat and dialed her sniper henchman’s secured line. The last time she contacted him was five minutes before making it to the rooftop.As usual, the line connected and within seconds started ringing. However, this time around, she wasn't expecting the call to be answered with the notion that her sniper had already been gunned down.What happened in the next five seconds had her face puzzled. She heard a wincing voice from the other end of the call:“I'm… sorry for disappointing you. An assassin had a gun to my head. I was ambushed.”Her sniper henchman continued with trembled lips, “P-P-Please… you know I got a ten-year-old daughter. Do whatever they ask. My daughter doesn't need to lose her father tonight.

Over an hour ago, Achilles changed route and headed towards Dora's undisclosed apartment, where she had been taken care of by special medical personnel after the surgery.The Faithfuls had been waiting to break the pending news but Margaret received a text message from the Warlord on his impromptu visit to Dora's.He equally wanted to indulge Dora’s fiancè, Anthony Jordan in an important conversation. Using one stone to kill two birds.Margaret and others couldn't wait to physically get hold of Achilles while the news was still hot.While en route, heading back to the exquisite penthouse after appreciating Dora once more for taking a bullet for him.Achilles let out an impulsive exclamation:“Oh No!”He temporarily halted the car on a safe path and smacked his forehead in acknowledgment. He had mistakenly left one of his cell phones at Dora's discreet apartment.His mind swirled with various thoughts of what he should do next. Should he phone Anthony with any of the other lines and in

Anthony and Dora didn't let the humiliating moment pass by without entertaining themselves with mocking laughter.The echo of their intense giggles had the other assassins slowly receding their tracks as hot sweat drenched their foreheads.The assassin crashed into the coffee table, tried standing, but couldn't because of a dislocated waist. He stretched towards his colleagues for aid:“P-P-lease! I… need a hand!”However, the weird feeling of uncertainty of what could happen if they helped him had them retreating in skipped heartbeats.The assassins assured to make the cartel proud and deliver on their mission in extracting information from Anthony. But how would they have a chance to re-strategize if they ended up dead?He kept crying out, “I beg you! I need your help! A hand please!”Achilles folded his arms with ease. As merciless as it sounded, while staring at the assassins, all he could see were the corpses of the dead. Only a matter of time.The assassin managed to stand halfw

With immediate effect, Achilles employed a defensive mechanism and used a Yama-zuki punch block and intercepted an incoming counter hit from the gang leader whose brows were flushed with red pupils.With the gang leader's left hand on his shoulder exposing parts of his ribs. Achilles didn't waste time in striking back with a dragon kick with ultimate precision.The gang leader blurted out in pain, “Godammit! You had better kill me. You can't afford to risk what we'd do to you if I escaped alive!”The gang leader smacked his lips in agony and didn't mind spewing his mind regardless of the consequences. He knew the mysterious figure wouldn't allow him to exit alive hence he'd fight till the last drop of blood.Achilles nodded in anticipation. He didn't expect anything less from a young gang leader eager to make his mark in the crime cartel.Just that he chose the wrong entity to prove his loyalty to at the expense of innocent Liverpool lives and that Achilles would never turn a blind ey