Booby Trap

The caller abruptly ended the call after saying that. However, Jack knew who it was.

None other than Tony, his target in his current mission.

"Son-of-a-bitch! You're playing me!" he cursed, staring at the broken glass and spilled wine on the floor.

Now it was clear to him. He found it strange that his hunting had ended so quickly and easily. Apparently, Tony had managed to escape from that deadly accident.

"Maybe he managed to get out and run before the car exploded," Jack muttered, this time staring at his palm.

Blood dripped from it. What he did to the glass had left a quite deep and long wound.

"Alright. Now let's see who's tougher," he said, then grabbed his black coat and put it on.

He stood in front of the large vanity mirror, straightening his coat.

"You said you are going to hunt me back, hah? You think can do that, huh?" he said again.

A smug grin adorned his face. His eyes gleamed.

Fifteen minutes later...

Jack was driving his car on the deserted highway.

While holding the s