Chapter 1696: Nam
"Told you guys. Should’ve killed me when you had the chance... but then again, the power of love keeps me alive."
The corners of Mint’s mouth hooked up as the loud shouts of police and SWAT rang out from nearby rooms. Her brows wiggled as her eyes landed on the commander—someone whose record she was very familiar with back at the office.
"We finally meet, Commander Nam," she greeted with a smirk. "Not sure if I should salute or squeal for meeting someone as big as you."
Commander Nam narrowed his eyes at Mint. His stoic face darkened, but his breathing remained steady. He glanced over his shoulder—his men already had their weapons drawn, now caught between the approaching tactical team behind them and the lasers trained on their bodies.
He could also hear movement from the secret passage, more weapons being raised, and too many laser sights now dancing across his and his men’s heads. The second any of them twitched, they’d be gunned down.
"So, it was you all along, huh?" Nam snapped his eyes back to Mint. His voice was low, calm. "I didn’t know Jonathan had already reached out to you."
Mint smiled, hiding the truth behind her expression.
Jonathan never contacted her. He hadn’t asked for help—not once. And if he hadn’t been stabbed nearly to death, she was certain he wouldn’t have breathed a word about the underground vault either.
Still, this outcome? She expected it the moment they’d find her here.
"It was a long fight, Commander Nam," Mint remarked. "A long chase. But I guess this is where you run out of fuel."
Nam let out a dry laugh. "I don’t think so—"
In a blink, Nam pulled a pistol from his side and pointed it at his own temple.