FreeNovelChapter 551 Steven sat lazily on the ground, leaning against the wall. "Whoever I am, I'm definitely not your father." Winston was upset as he felt the urge to shoot at Steven.
"Mr. Thorpe, we can't kill him for now. He knows too much and is likely one of us. My hunch is that he may even be the president of Crowdstar Group. I propose we deliver him to the Rebels in exchange for our escape.
"We have to get out of here before those poor crazy people outside go on a killing spree," Winston's female secretary promptly intercepted him and said anxiously.
Winston thought for a moment. "You're right." He had acted too impulsively. "Hand him over to the leader of the Rebels to grant us a chance to leave." "Mr. Thorpe, in that case, we..." Others were panicking.
"What's the rush? I can only rescue you after I leave," Winston deceitfully responded.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Then what if you never return? So many others trust you." Steven sneered, sowing discord.
"That's right! What if you don't cback?" someone questioned. It was evident that Steven's words had made an impact.
While seated in a wheelchair, Winston stared at the people before him, clutching a gun. "Hmph! If I promised to save you, then I will. And even if I don't return, what can you do? You have no option but to trust me. Only if one of us survives will we find a way out." He relished being in a position of power and having complete control.
"If you kill him, the person who deliversto the Rebels will be spared. The opportunity for survival is a rare one." A smile tugged at the corner of Steven's mouth.
Winston fired his gun at Steven, who continuously had a smile on his face. However, the shot only struck Steven's side. Steven remained confident, knowing he wouldn't dare to injure him.
I lay in the vent above and observed everything inside the medical capsule. Upon noticing that Winston had missed the target, my tense heart finally relaxed, and my clenched hands slowly loosened.
I was concerned about Steven being here alone, so I had to keep a close eye on him. I would never allow him to be in danger by himself.
Zion and the others had already gone back to rescue Rachel. As long as they stayed hidden in the room, they should be safe for the tbeing. Before, we had hidden sfood and water, and I had informed Zion and the others to bring them back as well.
Winston pulled the trigger, prompting an eerie silence. However, Steven was acutely aware that the darkest aspects of human nature would be amplified in the pursuit of survival.
Sure enough, after I had hidden in the ventilation duct for less than three hours, they began to fight among themselves. Someone seized the opportunity when Winston's bodyguard was not paying attention. He grabbed the gun and pressed it against Winston's forehead.
This man was also wealthy, a younger rich man who appeared to be about 40 years old.
He sneered. "Winston, you're growing old, and your heart isn't functioning properly. You have just a few days left to live. This opportunity for survival should be left for us." Winston looked grim as he tightened his grip on his gun. His bodyguards and the other rich man's bodyguards aimed their guns at each other.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, a gunshot rang out as the bodyguard next to Steven accidentally fired his gun, causing panic among the others who then opened fire.
In just a moment, the majority of bodyguards with guns were killed. Winston grabbed a gun and shot the person behind him. The other person also fired, and both of them lay in a pool of blood.
Having no one to worry about, Steven seemed to have unleashed his m nature. He sat there, a sinister smile adorning his face. With just a few words, all the threats were resolved. Steven reached out to pick up the bloodstained gun lying on the ground, then stood up and slowly approached the severely wounded Winston.
Winston leaned against the wheelchair, his eyes fixed on Steven with a blend of anger and fear. "Who exactly are you?" Steven glared at Winston with disdain. "You have no chance of ever knowing my true identity." "You're not a human being... You're the devil himself..." After uttering those words, Winston passed away.
Winston's female secretary let out a chilling scream, her tears flowing.
She crouched on the ground The Von while clutching her head. "Ah! Please don't kill me. I didn't do anything. He madedo it. Please spare my life." Steven aimed the gun at her.
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