In the face of overwhelming strength, every attempt at sneaky ambushes seemed utterly ridiculous.
The most annoying thing, however, was the enormous spotlight overhead. It darted around, blinding anyone it targeted, malding it nearly impossible to see clearly. The abandoned fireworks factory glowed so brightly from the outside that even its walls appeared faintly translucent.
Mike was desperate to find <b>Sandra </b>and kept trying to push forward. But that relentless spotlight followed his every move, sweeping across the factory floor as more attackers emerged from the shadows, anned and ready.
Stephan wasn’t immune to the harsh te, squinting as the intense light bumed his vision. Yet his movements remained calcted and <b>calm</b>. He picked up a metal pipe from the ground and hurled <b>it </b>at the spotlight with brutal precision
<b>The </b>shattering sound echoed loudly as the spotlight exploded <b>into </b><b>darkness</b>. For <b>a </b>moment, the factory was plunged into shadowy stillness.
Then, anotherlight flickered on from a different angle.
“Damn it, this is endless! Mike muttered in trustration. He reached for the <b>main </b>power switch <b>again</b><b>, </b>but it was no use. The spotlights weren’t connected to the <b>factory’s </b>main circuit.
Before they had time to react further, the attackers swarmed. More figures rushed toward Mike <b>and </b>Stephan from every corner of the factory, their weapons raised.
Stephan shoved Mike forward, his vole calm but tim “o find Sandra. Leave this <b>to </b>me.<b>” </b>
Mike didn’t hesitate. No matter how chaotic the situation was, he charged ahead. Faintly, he <b>could </b>hear the sound of <b>Sandra </b>crying from the second floor.
Meanwhile, chaos erupted <b>on </b>the ground floor. Stephan’sbat skills were terrifying. Every move he made was lethal<b>, </b>every strike calcted to ensure no one gor past him to block Mike’s path.
“Go to helll‘
One attackernged, but Stephan caught him by the throat with one hand. His dark eyes were as deep and cold as the sea, exuding a chilling menace that froze the man in ce.
With a sharp twist<b>, </b>a sickening crack was <b>beard</b>. The attacker’s head lolled to the side, terror still etched on his face. The next moment, his body copsed lifelessly to the ground.
Dutside, headlights cur through the dacloness as a fleet of o
cars <b>roared </b>to a stop
Stephan’s reinforcements had arrived.
The Tussell family’s well–trained men moved precisely around the factory, making sure no one could escape. While some stayed outside <b>to </b>secure the perimeter, the rest flooded into the factory.
Stephan had already dealt with most of the attackers inside, but his men swiftly took control of the remaining chaos.
“Mr. Russell,” one of his men called out.
“Search everyer. Don’t miss a single spot,” Stephan ordered<b>, </b>taking the banchiet handed to him and wiping the blood from his hands. It wasn’t his own blood but someone else’s.
“Understood!”
The men dispersed quickly. The factory <b>was </b><b>vast</b>, and finding <b>a </b>two–year–old child in such a ce wouldn’t be easy.
Stephan headed toward the stairs leading to the second floor, <b>his </b>stalde steady. Then, as if something had urred to him, he paused and asked, “Is Felicia still in
The man hesitated before anwening, “Felicia? No, Mr. Russell When we arrived, the car was empty. We didn’t see her inside<b>. </b>
Stephan stopped in his tracks and tumed sharply. His piercing gaze sent a sh?ver down the man’s spine.
Before entering the factory, stephan had told Felicia to stay in the car. Now, she was gone. Had she left on brown, or had someone taken <b>her</b>?
His expression darkened instantly
Before he could say anything, the sound of a scuffle erupted from upstairs. novelbin