The Worthless Son-in-Law Is the Undefeated God of War

CHAPTER 9

Jack's blood turned cold as he remembered how Emily's scream cut the radio line.

He stood on the tunnel exit, water still dripping from his soaked clothes.

On the other side of the black Hudson River, the city lights were glowing.

Darius's yacht moved steady, a white shape cutting through black water like a knife.

Suddenly a new boat caught up to him. It was Mike with other legion soldiers.

He climbed into Jack's boat despite the clear pain on his face.

His brown eyes met Jack's for a moment.

He operated the turret gun, hands steady on the handle even with the wound.

The boat swiftly sliced through large waves. Their skin felt cold as the water shot high over the front.

Under the salt, Jack's scar blazed with new rage.

His gaze remained fixed on the yacht in front of him, gradually narrowing the distance.

In their dark mansion room, the Harts watched from afar on a hacked feed.

Victor sat with hands clasped tight in his lap. His fingers turned white from the pressure.

His lips moved silently as he prayed in a whisper.

Alex kept muttering apologies to the empty air around him.

His voice came low and broken, full of shame.

No one in the room answered him.

The screen showed Jack's boat kept getting closer to Darius.

A ping from their number appeared on Jack's phone screen, but he ignored it.

His focus stayed laser sharp on the chase ahead.

In the darkness, the yacht got larger.

Darius stood on deck, coat flapping in the wind.

Machine guns echoed from the yacht first. Bullets strike the water close, sending sprays high.

Mike fired back with vengeful shots from the turret.

His wounded arm shook with each pull, but he held it firm.

One bullet brushed the boat side with a loud ping. Mike grunted low but kept shooting steadily.

His face stayed grim in the dawn light.

Jack steered the boat left and right to dodge the bullets. The waves struck the hull with force.

The boat bounced wild on the rough water. He closed the distance more, the yacht now clear in sight.

As they moved closer, the tension reached its peak. Jack threw a grapple hook across the space.

It caught the yacht rail with a metal clang.

He swung aboard, rope burning his palms red.

The deck was slippery from waves and rain when Jack landed on the yacht.

Two crew men ran at him fast with their knives drawn.

Jack disarmed the first with a quick twist of the wrist.

The man fell hard on the wet wood.

The second slashed low at Jack's legs.

Jack blocked it with his arm, pain cutting through from the cut.

He punched the man's throat. The man dropped the knife and gasped for air.

The man grabbed his neck and fell over the rail, water splashing far below in the dark water.

Mike catched up from the boat below. His shots kept more crew pinned down.

He shouted loudly over the din. "Go, boss! I got this side!"

Far away, Emily hid herself in her safe house. She held a scavenged gun tight in both hands.

Her breaths came ragged and quick. Despite her panic, she radioed calm coords.

"Enemy boat on your left side. Destroy it now."

Her voice was proud through the shakes. Jack heard and turned sharp.

He fired a rocket from the yacht launcher. The enemy boat exploded into flames. Flames lit the water orange.

Men screamed as they fell in.

Jack's reply came over the radio. "Hold position. This ends tonight."

His voice left no room for more talk.

On the yacht, Jack kicked open the main cabin door.

Inside were files spread on a big table with city hall IDs that are fake and neat in rows.

And plans for a dawn coup with corrupt names listed.

Jack read them fast under the dim light. His jaw clenched.

He took a lighter out of his pocket and set the files on fire.

The paper was quickly and hotly consumed by flames.

In the corner, one crewman survived. Jack didn't kill him.

He pressed his knee on his chest firmly. The man gasped under the weight.

"Talk. I want the mole's full network." Jack's voice was low and cold.

The man spilled names fast. The complete list of traitors.

Jack nodded slowly. He tied the man with rope from the deck.

No mercy.

Carefully, he planted a charge below deck. The Timers are set to red numbers. They blinked steadily

Then he ran back up the stairs.

The waves caused the yacht to rock violently. He jumped to the boat below. And cut the rope.

Mike pulled him to safety and the yacht sank with big charges going off.

Flames lit up the dawn sky bright.

Back on shore, wet and breathing heavy. A black SUV waited quietly in the shadow.

Jack walked close slowly. The door opened without sound.

Emily sat inside with a gun in her hand. Her green eyes wide with fear.

She looked safe for now. Jack's heart began to beat slowly.

But beside her sat a tall and strong man with a faded war uniform

His face was like Jack's but with older lines with the same scar.

The man smiled slowly. "Brother, he called out, his voice deep and familiar.

"Darius isn't the end. The real war's just starting."

Jack froze. He lifted his gun slowly and sure.

The man raised hands calmly. Emily looked between them quickly.

Her mouth opened wide. But no words came out.