Chapter 1305:
Brandon stared back with firm determination. Macauley gave a grim smile.
Then, with one sharp stomp—
A blast ripped through the alley.
More explosions roared one after another. The ground tore open, and debris shot through the air.
“What was that?!”
“What’s happening?”
“Was that a bomb?”
“Oh God, it might reach us! Everyone, run!”
Panic erupted as people from the neighborhood fled in fear. Brandon sprinted straight toward the blast.
“Mr. Watson, wait! There could be more!” Eugene yelled after him.
But Brandon didn’t slow down.
Chaos swallowed the alley, yet he had only one thought.
Macauley.
He had to find him.
But Macauley had vanished—there wasn’t a trace. Only wounded men lay scattered across the ground. Brandon searched through the dust and debris, but found nothing.
Meanwhile, Macauley clutched his bleeding arm and sprinted toward his car. A cold smirk crossed his face.
Did they really think he came unprepared?
He had wired every exit the moment he chose this spot. In a lawless place like this, setting traps was easy. Even if they caught him, he could trigger the explosives and escape.
He was badly hurt, blood pouring from his arm, but he didn’t care—as long as he got away.
Macauley jumped into his car just as Brandon burst through the dust and spotted him.
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Macauley flashed a mocking grin, then floored the accelerator.
Brandon grabbed his radio, calling out Macauley’s direction. He had stationed men around the area—they weren’t leaving any escape route open.
Macauley hadn’t driven far before he hit a roadblock.
He scoffed.
He had nothing left to lose. His crimes had already earned him a death sentence.
His modified car roared forward, aimed straight at the barricade.
Boom! It tore through the barrier and sped off.
He used the twisting streets to his advantage, weaving through them and shaking off the chase.
“Mr. Watson, we lost him,” came the final report.
Brandon, covered in dust, watched police cars rush in.
“Brandon?” Lynda gasped as she stepped out of her car, alarmed by his appearance.
“What happened to you?”
Brandon didn’t answer. He only gave a tight smile, anger burning in his eyes.
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