Chapter 94: Carribean Base (5)
Zack hovered above, watching the scene with a trace of regret. "What a waste," he muttered. "If they'd gone off, I could've told Ava and the others not to bother coming."
With a sharp dive, Zack aimed for the military base at the heart of Caribbean base.
In the command center, chaos erupted. "Fuck! Fuck!!" The roars of frustration from Jock and another officer echoed through the room, their curses carrying the weight of desperation. "Launch the missiles! Intercept him now!" Jock bellowed.
A pale-faced subordinate stammered, "C-Chief, all the anti-aircraft weapons were destroyed in the initial attack."
"What about the stingers?!" Jock snapped, practically spitting the words. "Those handheld missiles—we've still got those, right? Use them! Take him down!"
No one had the heart to remind him that handheld weapons like Stingers were meant for helicopters and slow-moving aircraft, not a man in a high-tech suit zipping through the air like a falcon.
Before anyone could respond, Jock felt a sharp pain in his back, a cold chill spreading through his chest. He looked down in horror to see a bloodied fist bursting through his ribcage, clutching his still-beating heart.
Jock's wide eyes locked onto Navas, his trusted ally, standing behind him. "Y-You..." he gasped, but the words died on his lips as his body collapsed to the floor. His lifeless gaze seemed to ask a silent question: Why?
Navas, unfazed, dropped the heart onto the ground and crushed it underfoot. "Pathetic," he growled.