Chapter 260: As the man finished his sentence, the deafening roar of gunfire erupted from both sides, filling the air with chaos.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Ken fired three shots while backpedaling, seeking refuge behind a nearby structure.
His aim was cold and precise, effortlessly taking down the two nearest attackers.
A shadow loomed behind himanother man in ck attempting a sneak attack.
Without hesitation, Ken spun, delivering a brutal elbow before swiftly turning to fire a fatal shot.
From Allisons vantage point, she saw blood sttering across Kens face, transforming him into a chilling specter of vengeance.
He moved with the lethal efficiency of someone fluent only in violence.
She struggled with the car door, but it refused to budgeit was locked from the outside.
Escape wasnt an option.
But that didnt mean she was going to sit idle.
Her gaze locked on the bomb strapped to the kidnappers and the remote device.
Without missing a beat, she yanked the ne from around her neck.
Well, if thats how its going to be, she muttered.
From the ne, she retrieved a small USB drive, plugged it into herptop, and immediately began typing.
Lines of code raced across the screen as she hacked into the bombs system, her mind a whirlwind of focus.
Just then, Floyd arrived, following the tracking signal.
His eyes darted to the car and the chaos surrounding it.
Allison, whats going on? Some thugs kidnapped Lorna! And Kens in serious trouble! She gave a brief exnation through the locked door.
You need to help him hold off those assassins.
Buy me some time.
Im working on disarming this bomb.
Floyd didnt hesitate.
Consider it done.
He never asked questions about her secrets, never doubted her abilities.
His trust in her wasplete, unwavering.
Despite his indifference toward Ken, his affection for Lorna meant hed help regardless of Allisons request.
The battlefield was chaos.
Amid the gunfire and screams, Floyd spotted an assassin sneaking up on Ken with a de.
Without warning, Floyd kicked the would-be attacker to the ground.
And you call yourself a professional hitman? He drove his boot into the mans chest, a sickening crack reverberating as the assassins ribs shattered.
Blood poured from his mouth.
ncing at Ken, Floyd quickly said, Allisons trying to hack the remote control system.
We just need to buy her enough time.
Alright.
Ken wiped the blood from his face, momentarily stunned by Floyds sudden appearance.
He hadnt expected this man to show up here of all ces.
The fact that Allison managed to hack the explosive device while confined within the car was nothing short of unexpected.
But there was no time to focus on surprises.
Ken surged forward, engaging the assassins with renewed force.
Each strike was as sharp as a de, each movement merciless.
What had started as an evenly matched firefight began to tilt in Kens favor.
The killers faltered under the relentless pressure, realizing defeat was imminent.
One of them shouted, Retreat! In an instant, they abandoned their leaderthe man in the peaked capwithout so much as a backward nce.
Floyd was about to give chase when Ken grabbed his arm.
My men are in position to block their escape, Ken said, wiping blood from his face.
He looked every bit the blood-drenched warrior.
His gaze then turned coldly to the man in the peaked cap, who was left alone, a human bomb waiting to detonate.
Your friends ditched you.
Theyve made you the sacrificialmb, Ken said, his voice ice-cold.
I dont care who sent youlet Lorna go, and Ill consider sparing your life.
Straight to hell, all of you! the man spat, his eyes wild with fury.
Betrayed by his own team, he had no idea Ken would prove so lethal in a fight.
Yet, despite the turn of events, he couldnt afford to failnot with Hoyt threatening his girlfriends life.
A derangedugh bubbled up from his throat.
Spare me? Dont make meugh! You Lloyds will hunt me down no matter what I do! His grip on Lornas neck tightened.
Mr.
Lloyd, he sneered, if you care about this little girl, youll trade your life for hers! The gunfire, the blood, the violenceit all shed before her eyes like a nightmare she couldnt wake from.
The image brought back memories of her father dying in front of her when she was just a small child.
Images of Ken and her father blended in her mind.
Ah… She sobbed uncontrobly, her eyes red and puffy, but unable to speak to her uncle.
Dont move! the kidnapper yelled, locking his hold tighter around her neck in frustration.
He knew he was cornered.
He had just two choices: either murder Ken with Lorna and escape to sea, or perish here.
He narrowed his eyes and continued, Mr.
Lloyd, Im counting to three.
Lets see if your bullets can outpace my explosives if you refuse to obey! .
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