CHAPTER 847
Author: Michael Chi
last update2026-07-13 23:34:56

Clara stopped pacing. Her boots went completely still on the cold floorboards. A terrifying thought suddenly hit her, freezing the blood in her veins.

How did the Syndicate tactical trucks know the exact, specific road she was going to pass? The route from the docks was completely random. Henry didn't know it, and Dorian didn't know it.

She turned around slowly and looked at the King. He was gasping for air on the blood-stained mattress, his chest bandaged, but his eyes still held a sickening s
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    Clara nodded, swallowing her rage. Together, they knelt down, each taking one of the King's arms to hoist him off the dusty floor. But just as they lifted him up between them, a booming, familiar voice echoed from the ground floor below, carrying through the open concrete shafts."Search the entire place! Do not leave a single stone unturned!"Henry and Clara froze instantly. Their breath hitched in their chests.It was Valthera. She was here, and she had her army with her.Henry turned to Clara, his expression turning incredibly intense and urgent. "Clara, go. Take the King and go out through the emergency fire escape at the back right now. I will stay behind and create a distraction so you have a real chance to escape.""No!" Clara refused immediately, shaking her head. "Valthera is my mother. She is my problem to deal with, Henry. I'm not leaving you here to die."Henry grabbed her arms, looking directly into her eyes with absolute sincerity. "Clara, listen to me. The real, honest

  • CHAPTER 849

    Henry drove through the blinding sheets of rain, his hands gripping the steering wheel of his unmarked police cruiser tightly. His dashboard screen glowed, displaying the live GPS location coordinates Clara had sent him. She was on the move.Suddenly, the phone on his dashboard mounted console rang. The caller ID flashed Ashley’s name. Henry tapped the hands-free button to answer."Henry? Are you okay?" Ashley’s sweet, anxious voice filled the cabin. "How are things going out there? Did you find them?""I’m on my way right now, Ashley," Henry replied, his eyes locked on the dark, flooded road ahead. "I’m close. She’s moving, but I’ve got her coordinates. I’m very close to retrieving both of them.""How do you know where she is?" Ashley asked quickly, her tone dripping with fake concern. "Did she call you? Where exactly are they, Henry?"Henry sighed, his trust in her completely blinding him to her true motives. "I'm sending the live link to your phone now. Look, Ashley, I need you to

  • CHAPTER 848

    His heavily armed operators quickly scrambled across the perimeter, scanning the dark area with tactical flashlights. The lead operator approached the glowing digital keypad next to the front door."Boss, the tracking beep seems to be coming directly from inside here," the operator shouted over the thunder. "But it looks like we need a password to get through this heavy door.""A password?" the Butcher growled, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the sound of the rain. He stepped forward, his eyes burning with malice. "We don't have time for passwords! The King might be on the very verge of dying right now! Blow up the damn door!"The men moved with absolute military precision. Two operators stepped forward, slapping heavy plastic explosive charges directly onto the steel hinges of the door. They sprinted backward for cover.BOOM!A massive explosion shattered the quiet night, completely bringing the heavy door down in a cloud of fire and twisted metal.The operators flooded into

  • CHAPTER 847

    Clara stopped pacing. Her boots went completely still on the cold floorboards. A terrifying thought suddenly hit her, freezing the blood in her veins.How did the Syndicate tactical trucks know the exact, specific road she was going to pass? The route from the docks was completely random. Henry didn't know it, and Dorian didn't know it.She turned around slowly and looked at the King. He was gasping for air on the blood-stained mattress, his chest bandaged, but his eyes still held a sickening spark of confidence. He looked like a man who was simply waiting for a clock to run down. He was waiting for someone to arrive and rescue him. Someone ruthless. Someone like the Butcher.That could only mean one single thing. He had a tracker on him.Clara stormed toward the medical bed like a raging fire. "Where is it?" she demanded, grabbing the collar of his shirt and shaking his weakened body violently."Careful! Stop!" the doctor yelled, waving his bloody hands in panic. "Please, young lady,

  • CHAPTER 846

    Realizing she wasn't going to back down, the doctor exchanged a worried look with his nurse, picked up his scalpel, and went ahead with the brutal procedure.Meanwhile, back at the central police station, Detective Henry stormed out of the private locker room, fully dressed in his tactical jacket with his badge clipped to his belt.Ashley ran down the busy precinct corridor, catching up to him just as he reached the heavy exit doors. "Henry! What the hell are you doing?!" she shouted frantically, grabbing his arm to stop him. "Why are you going out there completely alone? We should inform the entire department right now so that every single officer can be dispatched to the scene to back you up!"Henry quickly spun around, stepping in close to Ashley. He gently took her hands, looking around the hallway before asking her to keep her voice down."Listen to me, Ashley," Henry whispered, his voice deadly serious. "So far, in this entire building, you are the absolute only person I can tru

  • CHAPTER 845

    Down in the trolley, the King was now incredibly weak. He was losing too much blood, and he wasn't even strong enough to flash his usual arrogant smirk. His head rolled to the side as he whimpered in pain.Clara looked back at the front entrance and spotted a small digital keypad glowing next to the door frame. She closed her eyes for a split second, remembering the exact code Dorian had given her over the phone.She punched in the numbers firmly: 3-3-2-4.CLICK.The heavy electronic lock released, and the door swung open."Come on, get up," Clara hissed, pulling her weapon from her holster and pointing the gun directly at the King to keep him compliant, even in his weakened state. She reached down with her free hand, hoisting his heavy, uncooperative body out of the trolley.The King groaned in absolute agony, his boots dragging heavily on the floor as Clara hoisted him forward through the dimly lit hallway.Inside the hidden facility, a middle-aged doctor stepped out of a back room.

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