Chapter 1191:
The doctor extracted the bullet, bandaged the wound, and practically ran out of the room. He left twice as quickly as he had entered.
Just as the surgery ended, someone else stepped inside. The army general came through the door. “Your Grace, we’ve caught the shooter. He’s an international mercenary.”
Torin dressed himself, his face turning ice-cold as a cruel smile formed. “Drag his ass in here.”
The mercenary was hauled into the room. He was a young man with a buzz cut, thrown to the floor with his hands and feet tightly bound with rope.
Torin stared down at him with pure disgust and contempt. “Who paid you to do this?”
The mercenary tensed the muscles in his neck and refused to meet Torin’s eyes. Instead, he turned his head toward Elena, hatred burning fiercely in his gaze.
Elena’s eyes narrowed as she realized the truth. This mercenary had come here specifically to kill her.
The man clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ground together. “Nobody hired me for this. I came here to get payback for my boss!”
Elena demanded, “And who exactly was your boss?”
The mercenary spat
out his answer. “Scarface! He ran the biggest international group of hired killers in the world! Wesley murdered Scarface, but Wesley’s dead now. Since you were Wesley’s woman, I decided to kill you instead.”
Now Elena understood. This mercenary had come to avenge Scarface’s death. “Your boss got himself killed because he wasn’t good enough at his job and failed his mission. He should have prepared himself for the worst before becoming a professional killer in the first place. Instead of trying to get revenge on me, why don’t you go after him instead…” She raised her arm and pointed her finger at Torin. “He’s the one who put out the hit that led to your boss’s death.”
The man’s face faltered with confusion, as if he were beginning to wonder if he had been targeting the wrong person all along.
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Torin lifted an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “I didn’t put a gun to your boss’s head and make him take the job. I offered money, and he accepted the work. Getting killed was just his bad luck.”
The mercenary’s head bobbed as he got caught up in the logic of their words, but he quickly shook it off and flared with anger again. “I don’t give a shit about the cause! I’m gonna kill both of you!”
Torin let out a low laugh and spun around, reaching for his gun in one smooth motion. Without warning, a deafening gunshot echoed through the room.
The mercenary collapsed to the floor, his eyes wide open, staring into nothing.
Elena’s face twisted into a frown as she stared at Earle. “What the hell are you doing?”
Torin had already put a bullet in the mercenary’s head before Elena could even finish her sentence.
His lips curved into what resembled a smile, but his eyes remained cold and empty. There was no trace of humor or joy in them. He tossed the gun onto the table as if it were nothing more than a paperweight, then slouched back into the couch cushions. “Did you miss what he just said? That bastard wanted to murder both of us. What’s the point of keeping him alive? He wasn’t the kind of man who showed mercy or played by anyone else’s rules.”
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