Chapter 72 - 71: The Unfortunate Frank_1

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“Damn it! We’ve been set up!”

Eric, seeing the men in black continuously appearing on the mountain, felt utterly terrible.

They were pursued relentlessly by the people of Willson Pavilion, with their entire squad nearly wiped out; only three of them managed to escape with their lives.

They thought that by seeking refuge with the middleman Iron Hoof, they could leave the Orient under his protection and return to the Deep Cold

headquarters.

But who would have thought that immediately after leaving the dragon’s den, they would enter the tiger’s lair.

“Take down the leader!”

Frank whispered quietly into Eric’s ear.

Given the current situation, trying to fight their way out was extremely risky and could potentially lead to complete annihilation.

But if they could capture the young man who was speaking, they would have a chance to leave this place.

In ancient terms, this is called catching the king first when trying to catch the thieves.

“Now! ”

Frank shouted, producing a smoke grenade in his hand!

The moment he acted, he hurled the grenade!

Simultaneously, Eric turned around in tacit agreement and opened fire towards Julius Reed and Aron Jackson’s position!

The suddenness of this act left Aron Jackson’s companions without time to react.

A few employees, still clueless about what was happening, fell in pools of blood.

Seizing the opportunity, Frank rolled forward and instantly closed in on Julius

Reed.

“Damn you, don’t move!”

He stood up, pointing the gun at Julius Reed and shouted loudly, “Anyone who shoots, I’ll kill him!”

In that moment, Frank finally found a semblance of presence on an otherwise disastrous day.

The once-feared leader of the Blood Canyon squad was reduced to running for his life!

“Ah! My captain, you’ve finally allowed me to catch my breath! These damn Easterners, actually daring to oppose our Blood Canyon!”

Seeing Frank succeed, Eric felt his hanging heart drop back down again. As long as they could capture this leading Eastern man, they would be able to leave safely.

Of course, that was provided they could avoid the pursuit of Willson Pavilion.

That bunch of lunatics chased people as if they had no need for their lives!

“Where is Iron Hoof?”

Frank wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked somewhat disheveled.

He had been frantically fleeing, exhausting much of his stamina. If they weren’t extraordinarily physically fit, they might have already died from exhaustion along the way.

But now, he just wanted to clear up one thing: where the heck had Iron Hoof, the man who had phoned him, gone?

Frank didn’t believe that Iron Hoof had really betrayed them!

He knew that if such a betrayal occurred, the informer would definitely be hunted down by everyone and might not even be able to save his own life. “Iron Hoof? He’s waiting for you down there!”

Julius Reed, facing the gun pointed at him, let a slight smile float up at the corner of his mouth.

“You’d better tell the truth! Otherwise, I’ll blow your head off!”

Being toyed with made Frank extremely angry.

If they couldn’t find Iron Hoof, their return trip to the organization would be incredibly difficult. In Gonzalez City, Iron Hoof was the only one who could smuggle them out without anyone noticing.

“I’ve told you, Iron Hoof is waiting for you down there.”

Julius Reed grabbed the muzzle of Frank’s gun, still smiling: “Fire.”

“You think I won’t dare?”

Frank hadn’t even had time to react before his gun was in Julius Reed’s hands, a testament to the other’s incredible speed.

For a professional Shadow Warrior like Frank, such negligence was undoubtedly fatal.

So, Frank’s finger stayed pressed tightly against the trigger, his nerves stretched to their limit.

“You can try shooting me! But you’ll only have one chance. Lay a hand on my woman, and you’ll die a terrible death.”

Julius Reed faced the dark gun muzzle without a hint of panic on his face, instead, there was a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Go to hell!”

Frank, repeatedly provoked, finally lost his rationality! He pulled the trigger in anger!

But the next moment, his eyes widened in disbelief!

“What’s going on!”

Click! Click! Click!

Frank kept pulling the trigger, but the gun only made the sound of jamming. “Because your magazine is in my hands,”

Julius Reed gently released his grip, revealing a magazine before he viciously smashed it into Frank’s face!

Bang!

The solid metal magazine hit Frank squarely on the bridge of his nose, sending the Crimson Gorge Squad Leader stumbling backward in a pitiful state.

“How is that possible!”

Frank clutched at his face, blood dripping incessantly through his fingers. As a

Shadow Warrior, he hadn’t even noticed his gun’s magazine had been switched!

“Who the hell are you! Are you one of Willson Pavilion’s people?”

He racked his brains, and the only possibility he could think of was some monster out of Willson Pavilion.

Over the years underground, Frank had gained some notoriety, even making it onto the Shadow Warrior rankings at one point.

Yet today, he was like a three-year-old child, helplessly played with and without any power to change his situation!

“Now, it’s your turn to pay the price!”

Julius Reed took a deep breath and strode forward.

Bang!

Eric suddenly pulled the trigger!

He had been standing not far away, all for the sake of waiting for an opportunity!

Yet, in the next moment, Julius Reed, like a specter, dodged and appeared in front of Frank!

“Ah… Eric, you bastard!”

The bullet meant for Julius Reed now pierced through Frank’s shoulder, sending up a spray of blood.

“Aron Jackson, finish him for me,”

Julius Reed grabbed Frank’s shoulder with one hand, crushing his bone to smithereens!

Meanwhile, Aron Jackson pulled out a handgun from his waist and shot directly through Eric’s arm!

Three Shadow Warriors, discounting the one who had fallen first, had now utterly lost their ability to fight.

“You’re from Willson Pavilion! Why do you want to kill me?”

Frank knelt on the ground in agony, pleading, “I really don’t know what I did to offend Willson Pavilion, can you let me go?”

The once mighty Squad Leader of the Crimson Gorge was now kneeling like a dog, begging for mercy.

“Willson Pavilion?”

After hearing his words, Julius Reed shook his head and said, “Willson Pavilion might give you a quick death, but I won’t.”

With that, he stamped down hard, crushing the bones in Frank’s hand to dust!

“Ah… please, please! Kill me… you devil!”

Even though Frank was from the Shadow Warriors, the excruciating pain of broken bones made him beg for death.

His entire left hand was crushed to a pulp, limp and shapeless like a mound of mud.

“Please, grant me a swift end!”

At that moment, the Devil who had taken countless lives finally experienced the terror of being at someone else’s mercy.

Pain continually assaulted his brain, subjecting him to an agonizing ordeal.

“Want to die? That won’t be so easy,”

Julius Reed squatted down, looked at Frank’s contorted face, and whispered softly, “The woman you kidnapped, she’s my wife.”

“What!”

Hearing this, Frank shuddered and looked at Julius Reed with eyes filled with fear.

“I’m not a good man, so this won’t just end here.”

After saying this, Julius Reed stepped down again, completely crushing the bones of Frank’s other hand!

“Ah… I’ll kill you!”

Frank, mad with pain, leapt up from the ground, attempting to use his head to strike Julius Reed!

Bang!

Julius Reed swung a punch, shattering Frank’s skull on impact.

Thud!

With Frank’s body growing colder, his sinful life finally came to an end.

“What a pity!”

Looking at Frank’s lifeless body on the ground, Julius Reed turned his head towards Eric.

“Don’t… don’t look at me… it’s got nothing to do with me!”

Eric, having witnessed Frank’s brutal killing, was now so frightened that his lips had turned a pale white..