Chapter 94 4 Of 4
Liam jumped down from the table as the girls all slowly stood up, their wide eyes filled with disbelief and fear. The silence that followed the gunfire was almost deafening, the only sounds left were the heavy breathing of the women and the faint groans of the dying men. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and blood. Luckily, none of the girls had been hit. Not that Liam had cared—his focus had been on one thing alone: eliminating every single enemy in the room. Collateral damage had never crossed his mind.
Amanda’s head popped out from behind a table, her eyes scanning the masked figure who had just saved them. But it was obvious that she did not recognize him. How could she? The man before them looked like something out of a nightmare—clad in black, armed to the teeth, and carrying himself with a lethal air. If anything, he looked like a terrorist or a masked executioner sent to wipe out the scum in this place. He didn’t even glance at her, not even for a second.
Instead, Liam methodically reloaded his guns, sliding fresh magazines into his pistols and securing them back into place. He checked the AR-15, making sure it was locked and loaded before slinging it over his back. Then, with the same mechanical precision, he walked towards one of the men still gasping for air on the floor.
The guy was covered in bullet wounds, his body trembling as he struggled to breathe. His eyes darted around in terror, knowing his end was near. Liam crouched beside him, watching him like one would watch an insect squirming underfoot. There was no mercy in his gaze—none of them deserved it. These people had ruined countless lives, stained their hands with blood and suffering.
With a voice as cold as death itself, Liam muttered, "Blame your boss for messing with my woman."
BAM!
The gunshot echoed in the basement, silencing the last of the struggling men. Liam stood up, his steps mechanical as he turned and walked away. The girls, seeing their chance, scrambled to their feet and began searching for the men cellphones. A few of them frantically dialed numbers, calling the police, hoping for proper rescue. Some of them, naively, thought that perhaps Liam would stay and protect them until the authorities arrived.
Liam scoffed under his breath. "Idiots."
He had no interest in babysitting. His job was done. He had gotten what he came for. Whatever happened next was none of his concern.
Amanda remained frozen in place, her eyes locked onto the masked figure. There was something eerily familiar about him, something she couldn’t quite place. She knew she had never seen him before, but at the same time, it felt as if she had. The way he moved, the way he carried himself—it stirred something in her memory. Yet, before she could figure it out, he was gone.
As Liam stepped out of the building, a glowing blue screen appeared before his eyes.