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Ray’s face was twisted in madness.
The bullet had struck his shoulder de, rendering his right arm useless. Pain shot through his body as blood poured from the injury, darkening the dirt below. For someone as reckless as Ray, the injury felt inconsequential at the moment. His only focus was on identifying the sniper.
He quickly pinpointed Katelyn’s position.
Before he could yell out, Katelyn fired again.<fnf4b0> Official source is find?novel</fnf4b0>
This time, the bullet hit Ray’s knee. He fell hard to the ground, his screams filling the air.
With those two shots, Ray waspletely incapacitated. His eyes zed with fury as he tried to drag himself back to his hideout, where explosives were stored. He was determined to destroy everything and take everyone down with him.
Ray inched toward the shelter, swearing loudly, “To hell with all of you! To hell with all of you!”
As he writhed in pain, a pair of leather shoes suddenly appeared in his path.
Ray’s eyes widened in shock as he looked up to see Vincent’s cold stare, which immediately silenced him.
Disbelief flooded his face as he yelled, “How can this be? You were exposed to the toxic gas. How are you still unaffected?”
Ray had steeled himself to take Vincent down with him, even in death.
Vincent looked down at Ray with scorn and ridicule, like one might regard an insignificant ant. It reminded Ray of the time he had nearly perished in the cold before Vincent had found him.
Back then, Vincent seemed like a deity to Ray, who felt like mere trash at his feet.
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“Saving you was the biggest mistake of my life,” Vincent said coldly.
He was never one to interfere unnecessarily, and he had only rescued Ray because he saw something of his former hardships in the struggling man.
The stories Vincent had told Katelyn of his past were quite embellished, hiding the true extent of the violence and humiliation he had suffered.
Before he was strong enough to stand on his own, even a formidable figure like Vincent had wrestled with profound questions about the meaning of life.
It was their simrities that sparked his empathy, ultimately nting the seeds of today’s peril. Fate took its course, and the inevitable conclusion unfolded in that moment.
Vincent knocked the gun from Ray’s hand and quickly removed his gas mask. Though the mist had mostly cleared, the air still held traces of toxins. Ray’splexion turned a vivid red, like a boiled lobster, as he thrashed on the ground, desperately grasping at his throat. His eyes seemed ready to burst, filled with disbelief.
“Why aren’t you affected? How can you be alright?” Ray demanded, his voice choked with panic.
At that moment, Samuel, who had just been wracked with pain, rose to his feet, brushing himself off before walking over. Both he and Vincent stood eerily calm, seemingly unaffected by the toxic gas.
As Ray frantically sought an exnation, Samuel graciously provided one.
“After all this time with Mr. Adams, you still haven’t learned even a fraction of his strategies. Before we came after you, we had already captured the arms dealer who supplied your weapons. He spilled everything, including details about the gas canisters.”
Vincent and Samuel had taken preemptive medication against the toxic gas, allowing them to remain unaffected even in Ray’s presence.
The events leading up to this moment had been a carefully crafted deception to draw Ray out of hiding. Vincent, typically reserved, had revealed so much just to give Katelyn the time she needed to align her shot.
Vincent’s expression remained cold as he regarded Ray, his gaze like that of someone looking at a lifeless body.
Ray’splexion shifted to a ghastly purple as realization dawned. His eyes widened in shock.
“You’ve deceived me again!” he gasped.
“You must face the consequences of your actions,” Vincent said coldly. “Not just you, but your family will also endure the repercussions of your recklessness.”
Ray contorted his face in fury. “I want you all to suffer with me!”
As he spoke, he struggled to extract something from his pocket.
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